<?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-10084208</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:08:27.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catch a falling star</title><subtitle type='html'>atlast. oh by the way. make me smile.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10084208.post-113343424191396334</id><published>2005-12-01T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T18:50:42.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rigggggggght.</title><content type='html'>hahaha. i'm sooo tired. i did my taebo today. and just finished my cheering auds. i really need to lose weight. no kidding. ang dame na nagsasabi sakin that i am really fat. no. that i am getting fatter. which is not good since it's noticable na. cant. cant. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming up. i really have to work my ass of. no slacking. next week, i only have tuesday to make up for it and my exams. party's coming up pa. so, study! study. hindi na pwde ung uwi, computer, tv, lahat. bawal na. time management. ang dame pang projects. HELL NOOO. hahahahaha. :D ohhhh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's upadate myself. i really dont know what to feel right now. i'm uhhh. caught in the middle? hahahaha. ewan. mixed emotions. hmmm. and i dont feel like opening up right now. basta. parang my problem ako na hindi ko alam what it is. and i guess its because i still alamona hiiiim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-113343424191396334?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/113343424191396334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=113343424191396334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/113343424191396334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/113343424191396334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/12/rigggggggght.html' title='rigggggggght.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-113247889122759725</id><published>2005-11-20T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T17:28:11.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and today is.</title><content type='html'>Nothing much happend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, i've been pissed. i've been really pissed at people. if you do something that will annoy me, expect me not to talk to you. or just look at you straight in the eye and not mind you at all. that's hella weird. i mean, i'll just make irap and make faces at you. trust me on this one. i can easily get pissed at people right now. awno. maybe it's just a phase. maybe it's all because of the stress. ewan. fuck off, biatch. walang plastican!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-113247889122759725?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/113247889122759725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=113247889122759725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/113247889122759725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/113247889122759725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-today-is.html' title='and today is.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-113222689713309595</id><published>2005-11-17T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:28:17.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>and so it begins. ahehehehe. meg moves kanina. awno how it went. goodluck sPCp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-113222689713309595?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10084208.post-113161848581920760</id><published>2005-11-10T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T18:28:05.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>This is merely an update. I haven't blogged for the past, what? 2 months? and a lot has been happening to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait lang. WHAT'S A FLAG?! YEAH, UNG SA BLOGGER THING. hahaha. it's obvious that i havent been checking my blog lately. and so i wonder, what does it do? i keep on pressing it, walang ngyayari. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. wala. im really happy yet sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-113161848581920760?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/113161848581920760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=113161848581920760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/113161848581920760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/113161848581920760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/11/update.html' title='update.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112721730127370401</id><published>2005-09-20T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T20:11:42.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIAO XI!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, Piao Xi. Nag chinese na pala. But seriously. Tangina. The girl's making the move. San kayo dun???? Fine, I'll admit.nagseselos ako. so there. pero, okay sana eh. but you COURTING HIM??? iba na una ah! sana naman, walang ganyan. so desperate. sige, you're in one barkada. and that shouldn't stop you from being with him.. chak di! pucah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112721730127370401?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112721730127370401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112721730127370401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112721730127370401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112721730127370401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/09/piao-xi.html' title='PIAO XI!!!'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112704815404848582</id><published>2005-09-18T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:55:54.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend</title><content type='html'>It’s just now that I got home since Friday. Yes, I was out all weekend. Come to think of it, at the last minute. Classes were suspended last Friday, and so I asked if I could go, and they said yes. When I arrived there, I asked permission if I could sleep there. Two nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I went to Casa. Ina and I bonded. They had their ballet, and so I was with Marga. After which, I spent my day with Edrick, Anton, Issa, and Ina. Iza wasn;t around yet. Around 11pm, iza arrived. We ordered pizza. Yum. Then we made gago each other once again. Ed and Anton slept on the bed, while the girls on the floor. Doi. We’re 4 eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Went to Eastwood and watched Red Eye. Fun kaya! We ate carbonara, and bought candies. So there. After, we looked at the malls. Then we went to cyber mall to pick up sila miggy and the rest of the boys. There.chatted with HIM. oo! We slept in casa. Rammy, anton, and ed were still in the bed. Heard mass! Haha. Fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112704815404848582?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112704815404848582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112704815404848582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112704815404848582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112704815404848582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/09/weekend.html' title='weekend'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112635974853685302</id><published>2005-09-10T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T21:42:28.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something.</title><content type='html'>I went to the fort awhile ago. when you go there. they have immitated a lot of stores from the states. like go nuts donuts--krispy kreme, chamba juice--jamba juice, and cold rock--cold stone. well, it may not be a lot but still. ahhaha. mga pinoys talaga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112635974853685302?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112635974853685302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112635974853685302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112635974853685302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112635974853685302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/09/something.html' title='something.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112601923713394071</id><published>2005-09-06T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:07:17.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been quite a while</title><content type='html'>since my last blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week..&lt;br /&gt;monday-no school&lt;br /&gt;tuesday-lessons.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday-araw ng wika&lt;br /&gt;thursday and friday-retreat.&lt;br /&gt;say nyo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112601923713394071?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112601923713394071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112601923713394071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112601923713394071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112601923713394071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-been-quite-while.html' title='its been quite a while'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112529171997822963</id><published>2005-08-29T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T13:01:59.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom strikes.,</title><content type='html'>It's a Monday afternoon. Wait. Last night, I asked permission if I can go to Casa. So they allowed me. I woke up at 6.oo knowing that I still have an hour to sleep, I slept. I woke up at 9. My yaya didn't wake me up. So, I thought I got left behind by my mom. But ended up, she was still there. I didn't wake up early and she was off to work.. and so she said that she'll talk to my dad to bring me to Casa. But i didn't want him to go out of his way just to bring me there--that's so selfish of me.. but at the same time.. to much pride. So anyway, I ended up crying thinking that for the next what? 13 hours I'd be stuck at home, all bummed out. Yeah, yeah! Cause I honestly got excited when I knew that I was going to my cousins place. BUT NOOOOO. I did not. My sister is in school having her retreat. That's about it for me. Ewan! I am currently doing my research for my Bio Lab rep. No plans on doing everything--just yet. I'mma watch OC's season 2. Yes bitch! I have the DVD! Effer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112529171997822963?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112529171997822963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112529171997822963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112529171997822963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112529171997822963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/08/boredom-strikes.html' title='Boredom strikes.,'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112471906776508196</id><published>2005-08-22T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T21:57:47.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>NO SCHOOL TODAY! Horay for me. I think it's only St. Paul who has no school. I hope classes will be suspended tomorrow. Yes, I don't want to go to school--just yet. I don't want to be absent since I was absent for two days (Gagu! I was REALLY sick. Not faking it.) and I had a hard time catching up. Yeah, yeah! Boring subjects tomorrow. but still. Health! Composting.. 40% of the grade.. Don't want to make up for that once agian. I'm so bored. Really bored. Don't want to go to school. Just want to sleep. I want to sleep. I'm hella sleepy. I want to sleep and not do anything. COme on vacation! Come quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to the states. as in ill be there once again. live there. dont talk shit that i aint proud to be a filipino. you don't know what my nationality is. im just being called a filipino since i currently reside here and my parents grew up here. anyway, i want to go back. its either that or i just want to be with my cousins once again. wait--all of my relatives are there. its just us who is here. so i guess, thats the reason why i want to go back. nikki told my that id enjoy it there. no kidding. its just hard since i have my friends here. my life is here. in 2 years, i would not be here anymore. when i was in the states last year (summer '04) i cried when i heard that i'd be going back there after graduation high school. SERYOSO. then, i guess i learned to accept the fact that i have to go back there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112471906776508196?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112471906776508196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112471906776508196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112471906776508196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112471906776508196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_22.html' title='...'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112445277257150405</id><published>2005-08-19T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:59:32.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalalala.</title><content type='html'>Teachers, schoolmates, and whoever people have been asking me the question "are you okay?" If I say no, I'd be lying. If I say yes, they would want to get to the bottom of it and nag me about the problem that has been ruining my WEEK. Yes, I've been quiet lately. No side comments to the teacher. No shouting and laughing my heart out. I don't really know the route cause of me being like this. It's from one problem to the other. It may be petty, it may be something harsh. I WILL NOT elaborate any further. I'm stressed and the problems just keep on arising. So there. Even Miss Jucutan noticed me on being quiet. When I asked her to sign the attendance, well.. this is what happend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Approaching Ms. J with a smile (doi!)**&lt;br /&gt;Nica: Ms., please sign right here **points to the box where to sign**&lt;br /&gt;Ms J: Nica, are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;Nix: Yes miss! Why? &lt;br /&gt;Ms J: aaah! eh, you seem so quiet and it looks like something's bothering you..&lt;br /&gt;Nix: aaaah! Thank you miss..**I went back to my place**&lt;br /&gt;Ms J: Okay class, let's pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO there. SEE! Even a my advicer noticed! Amboogie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first subject was Filipino! We had an agapae and Koox sang for us. Shit! She sings hella well! It was good. Yeah, yeah! good. I was suppose to attend practice, but if I do.. I'll be picked up at 7, which, I don't want to happen. Tomorrow is our outreach! AMP! I honestly don't want to go. I have to wake up at 6 in the morning! And it's a Saturday! Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112445277257150405?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112445277257150405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112445277257150405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112445277257150405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112445277257150405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/08/lalalalala.html' title='Lalalalala.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112437835213536366</id><published>2005-08-18T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T23:19:12.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>081805</title><content type='html'>This is something to blog about.. wait, if I wrote this yesterday, then I should be blog-ing this one. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY to my parents! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fail Journalism. Yes, I will. We computed our grades for Journ, and I will. No doubts about it. Effin' teacher. I get high grades. I mean.. my quizzes, class participation and shit are so high. Then my result is **that's for me to know, and you to find out.** And I really hate it. It's not my fault that I failed, or might fail the subject. He really is BIAS. If you're white/mesisa/pretty, he'd favor you. Well, he often calls me. WHen it comes to recitation.. but he just guesses your grade. You have to seduce him to like you.. What to do? He likes kids. I mean.. "pido" they say. And if you are absent--he'd give you a perfect score. Might as well not attend classes every Tuesday.. atleast his class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went jogging awhile ago. Seriously. Fun! Get to lose weight and excercise as well. I use to jog, and play sports everyday. But now, I'm busy so I stopped. We plan on doing this atleast twice a week. Then during Saturdays, it's still the traditional badminton day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my goals. I've had set my goals eversince I was young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Be a fashion designer and put up my own store&lt;/span&gt;. I want to follow the footsteps of my relatives. My parents are business people. BAYO--need I say more? National Bookstore--no, no, no! Not the franchise, but the national book store itself. I came from the family of business man/woman. And so, I plan on being one. Wherein, it involves FASHION. A passion for fasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's either a fashion  designer or an &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Interior Designer&lt;/span&gt;. Actually, I want to take up classes regarding this one. Me, being the OC type of person when it comes to houses-- I just love comfy houses. So there. Side job(?) not sure of the term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; To accelerate in school&lt;/span&gt;. To be the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;studious girl&lt;/span&gt; once again. Yes readers. I was. Till I had a hard time in Filipino. Screw it. I have to work harder and stop slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To become a size 0 once again&lt;/span&gt;. I should reach that size by December. Before I had my montly period, I wasn't even a size 0. Kids size. I couldn't fit to the teen's size. I'll lose weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Go back to the states&lt;/span&gt;. Not go back as in visit-- go back as in live there once agian. Eventually, I will.In two years or so. If I'd be studying college there, NIKKI told me it wouldn't be that hard. I'm working on my scrap book now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. The goals are generalized and I explained WHY I want it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112437835213536366?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112437835213536366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112437835213536366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112437835213536366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112437835213536366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/08/081805.html' title='081805'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112390471280829098</id><published>2005-08-13T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T11:45:12.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holistic Friday.</title><content type='html'>Holistic Friday. Yes, yesterday we were out at 12. Isn't St. Paul just the greatest? Haha! Yesterday, I was reading Gela's book. Super funny. But since there are parts there that's hard to understand. Pucha! Tagalog eh. I just read those with not so deep words. The common words people use. haha. So there. Then when I got home, I went online. Doi! I always do. I chatted with Alex from 2-5.3o? So long. Waheee. There! Grabe! I screwed up in my Statistics exam! Wait, I mostly screwed up in exams in the first quarter. I didn't take it seriously. Good thing it happend during the first quarter and so I won't be that relaxed when it comes to school shit. I have nothing much to blog about. I'm going to a childrens party later! Yeah! I'm changing my layout too. Yes. Got the patience once again. :P I wanna make my own layout. I'm just tamad though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112390471280829098?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112390471280829098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112390471280829098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112390471280829098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112390471280829098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/08/holistic-friday.html' title='Holistic Friday.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112375642669264719</id><published>2005-08-11T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T18:33:46.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams.</title><content type='html'>After getting back my test papers, here is one lesson that I learned. READ THE EFFIN' INSTUCTIONS. That's why I screw up in tests because of carelessness. Like Sir Ducay said before (Pucha! It's been so long, and yet, I still seem to remember what he said.. what he EXACTLY said when we'd make mistakes in Math) HASTE MAKES WASTE. Oh yes! Haha. I know know why.  And Screw that! I hate it. Kaasar. I got a lot of minus because of that. Like in my English test. The instruction was to write a parallel sentence. And what the hell did I write?? AN ESSAY!!!!! Pucha. -4. Then in a certain test, it said that choose the letter that is NOT correct. And what did I do? I chose the correct answer. Pucha! mali tuloy ako! Sayang! Then in my Journ test, I didn't finish it. -21 right away. It's so hard kasi and I didn't study pa. Humph! I guess that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid year resolutions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop saying badwords! It's so not ladylike.ü&lt;br /&gt;2. Study, study, study!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. If you do, study HARDER.&lt;br /&gt;4. Finish your requirments&lt;br /&gt;5. Pass them on time. That's one of the reason why you get those kinda grades.&lt;br /&gt;6. Be a good sister to Iza. (uhh..)&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't be lazy, you lazy ass fool!&lt;br /&gt;8. Listen to the teacher! Stop making fun of em! You don't get to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT. Eight is the number to be followed. Love it. The number, and the person who--shut up na!&lt;br /&gt;one more.. eeer. I can't remember what! Haha. Oh yeah, LOSE WEIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112375642669264719?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112375642669264719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112375642669264719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112375642669264719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112375642669264719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/08/exams_11.html' title='Exams.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112367420022978018</id><published>2005-08-10T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T19:43:20.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again.</title><content type='html'>Today, nothing much happend. So bored. Haha! Nothing much to be proud of. Wahehehe. anyway. We were dissmissed like 20 minuites before the bell since the teachers had a seminar with the directress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my school. They raised our tuition and added 10% of last year's. SO what? It's all worth it. ID which is also converted to a pre paid card. How cool is that? but we still don't have our ID's. Then, internet cafe! Yes.. With laptops! Pucha! How cool can my school get? Haha. Bwahahaha. I'm freakin' pissed. I just don't know why. My PE test sucks! I have to dance this Balanese dance.. I just learned it today since I was absent when she gave the class the steps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112367420022978018?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112367420022978018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112367420022978018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112367420022978018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112367420022978018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/08/again.html' title='again.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112358944783363714</id><published>2005-08-09T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T20:10:47.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>I EFFIN' SAW HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeahboi. But I ended up hiding. I mean, I was umiiwas. Grrr. Can't move on ampooch. WE've been in this situation for a year now. Always on off. Gah. What the??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112358944783363714?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112358944783363714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112358944783363714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112358944783363714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112358944783363714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_09.html' title='..'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112349862850259524</id><published>2005-08-08T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:57:08.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend.. this is what I did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Watched my dad's game.. Watched The Notebook.. That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Went to Yonex for my dad's game. Then we headed off to Shang and we shopped. Hell yah! Hahaha. I bought 2 jackets from Bayo and top from Kids of Bayo. I'm buying more when guama arrives or maybe over the weekend, again. Haha. I love the top. I'm collecting all colors. I'm buying the Ms. Understood shirt that I wore to the fashion show, the skirt, and the patong jacket. "Bolero" I think. Actually, I'm getting the wardrobe. Haha. As in everything.. I'm asking my mom to buy the white jacket along with the green shirt. Hell yeah! Hahaha. Anyway. I saw Ina and sila Tito Ferdie in Shang also. After, we went to Valle2. We were there until 4? Then we went back to Yonex.. At around 5.45, we went home. I did my lab report.. Then we heard mass. After, we ate dinner here. Then we went to Greenbelt 3 to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Out on a school night, eh? Hahaha. Yeah. Even bought Seattle's best. But I was going for Starbuck's Coffee Jelly.. But decided not too since I might not be able to sleep. So got a shake in Seattle's Best. Then we waited for Tita Karls, and Andrew's movie to finish.. I'm just not sure what they watched. Then we went home. Slept at around 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: When I woke up, I obvioulsy took a bath, then finished my lab report. I printed Kookoo's as well. Then went to school. Had a quiz in Bio.. Yeah, quiz agad. Then during Asian History, we were sent to the Preschool Convention Hall (Officers) for the Japanese welcoming thing. Then, recess. Then, we changed places already. Uhm. There. That's about it. Imma be a nerd now. Hahah. I'll study HARDER. this time I aint foolin' around with my quizzes, homeworks and the shit. Take it seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112349862850259524?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112349862850259524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112349862850259524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112349862850259524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112349862850259524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/08/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112324901368800335</id><published>2005-08-05T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T21:36:53.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>I fuckin' screwed up in my Journ test. I wasn't able to answer the last part. As in literally. Well, I was. But then--- I wasn't able to finish. I was just about to asnwer the last part. Tangina. 15 points yun! FIFTEEN POINTS. then i wasnt done sa first part. So.. 21 points na agad yun. Then Im sure i have wrong answers pa. Pucha! It's hella not funny. badtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOSER KO. I didnt go out. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112324901368800335?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112324901368800335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112324901368800335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112324901368800335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112324901368800335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112314471584345508</id><published>2005-08-04T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T16:38:35.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second day.</title><content type='html'>Today is the second day of exams. It was a bit okay. Hated math for quite some time. But it's easier compared to last year. So there. I was with Alex, Juice, Chop, and Denise during dismissal. Then Denise kept on teasing me. Gah! Pua approached me and said something--right denise and alex? Pucha.. Natawa ako! Hahaha. It's because when I saw him last Tuesday, their mom saw me looking at me. I wasn't ata. Awno. I didn't see him from where I was standing. Then she said daw na yiheee kinikilig. Gah! haha. Pero fun even though his mom knows about it. And to think that she even remembered me. Hahaha. Despite the fact that everytime Pua would make me turo to her, I'd hide. Hahaha. Oh well. Gotta study for my exams tomorrow. Last day na boi! I still hope I pass Bio. I really worked hard for that exam. I'm going to improve! Hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112314471584345508?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112314471584345508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112314471584345508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112314471584345508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112314471584345508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/08/second-day.html' title='Second day.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112304867345641315</id><published>2005-08-03T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T13:57:53.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams.</title><content type='html'>SCREW BIOLOGY. Screw it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part, I was going fine.. Then the second part, HALA NA. it was effin hard. It's not funny. Mejo, I lost concentration afterwards. Walang hiya. SHietttttttttt. Hoping that I get a good great. I slept at 12.00 last night just for the freaking Bio test. I didn't cram hah! As in I just wanted to make sure  that I'd pass the exam. Loser na ko. yeah. I'd really work my ass of during the second quarter. WALANG BIRUAN. As in I'd make more time for school shit rather than having fun. It's just the way things should be. When I have a quiz naman, I really S-T-U-D-Y!!!! And now, as in sooobraaaang GAH! cause i know that when my parents get my card, they'd ground me since I ain't studying daw... POCHA. I just hope I passed and wish that my whole day of studying for BIO is worth it. Study na nga. Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am gonna study. No questions asked. Imma be a nerd now. A total nerd. hahaha. Not that much. I mean. requirements, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo.. Gotta study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112304867345641315?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112304867345641315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112304867345641315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112304867345641315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112304867345641315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/08/exams.html' title='exams.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112299489049757509</id><published>2005-08-02T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:01:30.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AUGUST 1.</title><content type='html'>This was supposed to be yesterday's entry. But thanks to lousy DSL provider, wasn't able to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 1, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year. One year. We should have been a year by now. Unfortunatley, we didn't make it. It's not that we didn't.. It's just that we lost communication for 2 months or so. then everything happend again. So that didn't count, right? how sad. I thought of the memories that we had. Everything that happend during the past. Where did WE go wrong. Yes, WE (it's not a one-way relationship.) I can't believe it. I found my self reminiscing on the past. What we did. What we used to talk about,how we told us.. You know what I'm talking about.. And all that shit. I don't know where I stand right now. Ang labo eh. It's on and off. Hoping that it would stay on. I can't find the right words on how to express myself. On how everything would just come out right.It's different. Hoping that we would fix everything.. Just wish.Not in a bad way. But.. ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 2, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him. ^^ The guy up there.. the one who I'm talking about^^ Yiheee. You made my day.Inspired ang loko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT. To many requirments. It's 11pm. Still not sure if I'll be able to pass Bio. Oh I just hope I would. I'm working my ass of. How I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOod night. ANd to all SPCP students, good luck!ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112299489049757509?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112299489049757509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112299489049757509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112299489049757509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112299489049757509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/08/august-1.html' title='AUGUST 1.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112271665402684145</id><published>2005-07-30T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T17:44:14.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to make a girl smile</title><content type='html'>How to make a girl smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 . Tell her she is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;2 . Hold her hand whenever you can. she loves that.&lt;br /&gt;3 . Kiss her on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;4 . Leave her voice messages to wake up to.&lt;br /&gt;5 . Always tell her shes the only girl you wanna be with.&lt;br /&gt;6 . When she is upset tell her how much she means to you.&lt;br /&gt;7 . Recognize the small things . . . they mean the most.&lt;br /&gt;8 . Call her baby/honey. [except if she doesnt like it at all!]&lt;br /&gt;9 . Sing to her no matter how horrible your voice is.&lt;br /&gt;10 . Pick her over all the other girls you hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;11 . Write her notes. (she loves them)&lt;br /&gt;12 . Introduce her to family and friends even if she's not YET your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;13 . Play with her hair.&lt;br /&gt;14 . Pick her up, tickle her and play-wrestle with her.&lt;br /&gt;15 . talk to her without having to kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;16 . Tell her funny jokes, tell her stupid jokes, just tell her jokes.&lt;br /&gt;17 . tell her when you miss her.&lt;br /&gt;18 . Let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;19 . open her car door.&lt;br /&gt;20 . If she's mad at you, kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;21 . hug her if you havent seen her in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;22 . randomly tell her when you think she looks her best.&lt;br /&gt;23 . Treate her the same around your friends as you do when your alone.&lt;br /&gt;24 . Look her in the eyes and smile.&lt;br /&gt;25 . Let her take as many pictures of you as she wants.&lt;br /&gt;26 . Slow dance with her, even if there isn't any music playing.&lt;br /&gt;27. Dont EVER ignore her, no matter who is around.&lt;br /&gt;28 . Kiss her in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;29. tell her EVERYTHING thats goin on your in your life. she wants t o know.&lt;br /&gt;30 . WHEN you fall in love with her . . . Tell her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112271665402684145?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112271665402684145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112271665402684145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112271665402684145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112271665402684145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-to-make-girl-smile.html' title='how to make a girl smile'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112271636406220255</id><published>2005-07-30T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T17:39:24.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things</title><content type='html'>SECRET GUYS OUGHT TO KNOW ABOUT GIRLS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ girls like guys with sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ girls hate guys who always brag about themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ too sweet girls are usually naggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ girls are very suspiscious human beings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ You must tell a girl that you're courting her. Unless you make obvious actions or an obvious proposal, she could either play numb or be really numb of you feelings for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ girls can easily change their mind because of hersays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+girls hate guys who gossip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ a girl likes you if she laughs even at your corniest jokes and even pays attention to your nonsense talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ girls hate it when you make them wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ girls hate guys who whistle at their back. the act makes them look very cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ girls like being pampered by their boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ girls like smart guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ you should let her cool before you say sorry; otherwise she won't accept your apology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ girls love gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ girls are constantly demure when guys (specially their crushes) are around but can be wild behind their back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ girls wear make-up not because they're not confident with how they look but because they want to highlight their physical assets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ a girl has innumerable crushes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ girls love receiving letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;+ girls loves suprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ it&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; is hard for a girl to recover from the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ a girl can easily forgive you if you are sincere with your apology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ girls act snob to guys they either like too much or either hate that much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ a girl can supress her feelings if she knows a relationship wouldn't work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ girls like guys with broad shoulder and chests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ girls admire sports-minded guys a lot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112271636406220255?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112271636406220255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112271636406220255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112271636406220255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112271636406220255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/things.html' title='things'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112265555131496176</id><published>2005-07-30T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T00:45:51.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah</title><content type='html'>This is my second entry for the day. I just arrived from my aunt's house. We ate dinner there since it was her birthday party. Not really party but a celebration with a few of her friends and relatives. Some close co-workers as well.Her collegues are the sweetest. They made a choir sing for her. With out her notice. After 5 years, this kind of celebration will happen again. But a bigger one since it's going to be her 50th birthday. Think about it, I'm going to turn 20 by that time. Hell. Anyway. The choir sang I can go the distance. So nice. The lead singer in that song sang it as if he was hercules. No kidding. He was that good. If you were there to listen, you'd get goosebumps. So, there. I was a bit bored though. Less kids. Ivanna and I hung out for quite some time. GC on the other hand, is taller than me. Nix, gotta face the fact that he's taller. Well yeah.He's a guy. So there. Got home afterwards. then, i'm sleepy. **yawn** ANyway. No matter what I do, I still miss you. So much. Oh well. I felt it even more when I see you in school. You may not see me. But I do. Even though you're inside your car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112265555131496176?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112265555131496176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112265555131496176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112265555131496176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112265555131496176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/yeah.html' title='Yeah'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112263494693009234</id><published>2005-07-29T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T19:02:26.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kit</title><content type='html'>Katherine Reyes Quan.!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday! Hope you have many more birthdays to come. Enjoy your day--it's YOURS,not anyone else'. Wait. To bad. You already are enjoying yourself. Hahaha. Since you saw me. Vain apoota. You fooo! I didn't forget your birthday awhile ago.ü Someone just told me.. "Wag mo muna batiin." Hahaha. Or that's atleast how I understood it. And so, I didn't. I'll give you a card on Monday. Love you Biatch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112263494693009234?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112263494693009234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112263494693009234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112263494693009234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112263494693009234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/kit.html' title='kit'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112261885874721932</id><published>2005-07-29T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T14:34:18.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Half day today. It was fun. Yes, it was. I like the schedule better than the regular schedule. For some reason, I do. Like before, I get pissed or whatever when it's shorten period. But, I didn't. Anyway. I started being vain once again.  When was I not?? Anyway. School was fun. Then recess came. Didn't really hang-out with them. After, dismissal.I thought I was to go home already. And so, I didn't join them. If I know, they're mad again. So what? Parang. Ang lame, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming up. I have to study real hard to be able to pass. I don't want to fail even a subject. And besides, to be able to become an athlete and a dancer for the sportsfest, my grades should be high. So there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bored. Awno what to do. Don't want to study yet. Well, just yet. I want to rest my head first. Uhm, yes Nica. Is that you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112261885874721932?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112261885874721932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112261885874721932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112261885874721932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112261885874721932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_29.html' title='...'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112255303163179260</id><published>2005-07-28T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T20:17:11.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>So is this it?&lt;br /&gt;To those who read this and think you know who I’m talking about, PLEASE, PLEASE. Don’t even ask that person who ever you think she is about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you trying to imply? It doesn’t mean that I have a different set of friends, you’d act like that. I’d understand that you came from a smaller group [smaller than OUR group] that’s why you are like that. Then again, that’s no excuse. You have to meet me half way. I also know that you’re scared of the fact that if I meet a new set of friends, I would forget you. Who do you think I hang out with outside the classroom? Isn’t it, it’s you guys? Pathetic. Lame. It’s not an excuse to get mad or whatsoever. The hell? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PLASTICAN&lt;/span&gt; ba toh???? And &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; If you’re a real friend, you wouldn’t say that. And you would accept me for who I am. In the first place, I ain’t like that. You just think I am since you don’t know me very well. Trust me, you’ve got a lot to learn. I guess, you don’t really know me. and you don’t like unpredictable people. You have to deal with us. Yes. US. It’s just not me who’s the unpredictable person you know. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LAKAS NG LOOB.&lt;/span&gt; And yet, to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LAME, PATHETIC, SHALLOW,&lt;/span&gt; and everything. I honestly can’t explain how I feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, please let me loosen up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112255303163179260?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112255303163179260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112255303163179260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112255303163179260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112255303163179260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_28.html' title='.....'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112247673512219779</id><published>2005-07-27T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:05:35.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Lalalalala. SCREW it. Screw Asian History project. Effin' hard. It's my fault since I crammed. Well technically, it is. My lousy DSL provider's screwing up. Wait. My lousy DSL is screwing up. So there. So why didn't you do it over the weekend? IT's the last weekend of my angkong here in the philippines. He's going to the states. So there. Then Monday,and Tuesday and Wednesday. Fever's striking once again. I'm not in the mood to go to school tomorrow. I'm hoping that I won't. I'm not feeling well, also. So, why bother, right? It's better to be absent now rather than not going to school on the day of the exams, right? So, there. Hoping that I'm not going to school tomorrow. Please. And my yaya [pake mo ba, may yaya pa ko eh..] finally, a tagolg.. shitap. anyway. im cramming, that's the point. and it's sooooo hard. can't do it na. hahaha. loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112247673512219779?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112247673512219779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112247673512219779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112247673512219779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112247673512219779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_27.html' title='.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112239157048910440</id><published>2005-07-26T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:26:10.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>Still absent until tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112239157048910440?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112239157048910440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112239157048910440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112239157048910440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112239157048910440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_112239157048910440.html' title='..'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112237113941518215</id><published>2005-07-26T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T17:45:39.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>,..</title><content type='html'>Saturday.. Went to Shang. Looked for 'padalas' for our relatives who are living in the states. Went to church. Went to Greenbelt and watched Herbie. Wherein, I was supposed to be in Eastwood. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.. Went to Alabang. Baptism of my cousin. Cool. Karla and I hung out. Pat's taller than me already. Chris has a girl now.Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Monday.. Fever. Gah. AS in.. HIGH FEVER.No school/&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.. absent. still, high fever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112237113941518215?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112237113941518215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112237113941518215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112237113941518215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112237113941518215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_26.html' title=',..'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112203958622545787</id><published>2005-07-22T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T21:39:46.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fieldtrip.</title><content type='html'>Today was our fieldtrip. At first, honestly, we felt like an outcast. But it was fun though. Gaguhan moments. Laughtrip pare! Seriously. fun. I was so vain. not only me ah! Hahahaha. Not in the mood to make kwento right now. My head is aching badly. shiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112203958622545787?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112203958622545787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112203958622545787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112203958622545787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112203958622545787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/fieldtrip.html' title='fieldtrip.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112195438067261424</id><published>2005-07-21T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T21:59:40.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>Mt. Makiling, here I come. Pero, it's such a bore. Well, I gues that's how I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the presentation for the Biome thing. I wouldn't be there though. It's just now wherein I felt the pressure and the frustration for this Biome shit. Seriously. Knowing that 2 of your groupmates aren't participating... AT ALL. Cause in our group, 3 will be left. So, the other one is so kawawa. Anyway.. Kit's picking me up tomorrow. Then we're off to Casa to pick up Marga, Raia, and Koox. So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112195438067261424?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112195438067261424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112195438067261424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112195438067261424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112195438067261424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_21.html' title='..'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112177110607103941</id><published>2005-07-19T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T19:05:06.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for lex.</title><content type='html'>Hey Lexi! This entry goes out to you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEXIS ARCILLA PULHIN. hey there. Just in case my internet will be screwed up tomorrow, here it is already. Happy birthday! Happy birthday Lex! Thanks for everything. You've been there for me through ups and down. Wait, it's not only you who I miss.. WanEyt and Winsome. Anyway. I hope that I'll be allowed on Saturday. So.. Lex, you're a great friend. Don't mind those writings everywhere. Actually it's not everywhere eh. Remember nalang that people who--wait.. The person who wrote that is just insecured. Trust me on that one. Tangina, WALA LANG SILA MAGAWA. Honestly, diba? Why would you write such thing? Especially when it's so lame. The one that's written about her, totoo naman eh. But yours, is it? NOOOOOOOOO. Love you lex. miss you already. this will be long.. pero.. ewan. dunno how to explain eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112177110607103941?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112177110607103941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112177110607103941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112177110607103941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112177110607103941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/for-lex.html' title='for lex.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112177005298724723</id><published>2005-07-19T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T18:47:32.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>Today was a very fine day. Enjoy man! Well, who wouldn't be? I was so hyper. (Yeah, like I never am) So anyway.Nothing much. Boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;happy birthday mewsh!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Mewsh all the best. Weeee. Imma ask permission for Saturday. Hope I'm allowed. It's been quite a while since I've last went out. This time, total gimmick. As in Lex's birthday.. Then Kit's celeb in Eastwood right after. Weeeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112177005298724723?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112177005298724723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112177005298724723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112177005298724723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112177005298724723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112169446067072781</id><published>2005-07-18T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:47:40.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter.</title><content type='html'>This is a letter to my sister. It's a realization of how we were before and how we are now. I wouldn't write this letter if we didn't get into a big fight awhile ago. I have to admit, it was a petty fight. I fought back. Never will she be able to read this, nor will she know how I feel. I really felt bad about the fight we had. Wherein, I'm not the type of person who'd feel guilty after a fight, atleast for my sister. Wait, I feel guilty... but I was to (appropriate word here) to feel it. I felt sorry. Honestly. She was already frustrated because she is cramming for her research. She is also sick. And, she is so---tired. I, too, am sick, not feeling well, cramming and frustrated. So we clashed. We were both frustrated and I didn't think twice.. I shouted at her when she was on the phone.. (Tangina! Like that never happens) So anyway.. Here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Iza,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say sorry for what I just did. I know I've been doing this since school started. We can't blame eachother for we were stressed out and shit like that. But, I think we don't know how to control each other's anger or frustration anymore. You learned to fight back, which, since then, I hated you so much. We argue about petty things. Admit it, we do. I feel guitly after everything since I know that I'm the older one. I'm the ate. I should know better. But please, leave a little respect. I mean, the age gap isn't that big. I guess it's the generation we're in. (gago! I'm still young.. meaning the year we were born, the environment in school.. etc.) So there. I felt sorry for what I did awhile ago. I have no idea if I should be saying this to you later on. You were in the phone. But for me, I just wished you didn't say that while you were talking to someone. Cause, it's not you who gets affected. It's me. Why you ask? It's because it's like I let a younger one step on me. I let you boss me around, which by the way is true, I just don't know why. I'm not writing this letter to blame you. I just wanted you to know, I really am wondering.. what happend?  We weren't like this before. Mommy even said that we used to get along. Where did it all end? I stopped being patient to you. You start fighting back and also you lose respect. Whatever. I just wanted to let this out. But I really don't know how to say it. It's just that we changed. Bahala na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. I just had to let it out. She's having her first retreat soon. Maybe I'll just tell her everything when that day comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112169446067072781?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112169446067072781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112169446067072781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112169446067072781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112169446067072781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/letter.html' title='A Letter.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112176951046577092</id><published>2005-07-18T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T18:38:30.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a letter to my sister. It's a realization of how we were before and how we are now. I wouldn't write this letter if we didn't get into a big fight awhile ago. I have to admit, it was a petty fight. I fought back. Never will she be able to read this, nor will she know how I feel. I really felt bad about the fight we had. Wherein, I'm not the type of person who'd feel guilty after a fight, atleast for my sister. Wait, I feel guilty... but I was to (appropriate word here) to feel it. I felt sorry. Honestly. She was already frustrated because she is cramming for her research. She is also sick. And, she is so---tired. I, too, am sick, not feeling well, cramming and frustrated. So we clashed. We were both frustrated and I didn't think twice.. I shouted at her when she was on the phone.. (Tangina! Like that never happens) So anyway.. Here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Iza,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say sorry for what I just did. I know I've been doing this since school started. We can't blame eachother for we were stressed out and shit like that. But, I think we don't know how to control each other's anger or frustration anymore. You learned to fight back, which, since then, I hated you so much. We argue about petty things. Admit it, we do. I feel guitly after everything since I know that I'm the older one. I'm the ate. I should know better. But please, leave a little respect. I mean, the age gap isn't that big. I guess it's the generation we're in. (gago! I'm still young.. meaning the year we were born, the environment in school.. etc.) So there. I felt sorry for what I did awhile ago. I have no idea if I should be saying this to you later on. You were in the phone. But for me, I just wished you didn't say that while you were talking to someone. Cause, it's not you who gets affected. It's me. Why you ask? It's because it's like I let a younger one step on me. I let you boss me around, which by the way is true, I just don't know why. I'm not writing this letter to blame you. I just wanted you to know, I really am wondering.. what happend?  We weren't like this before. Mommy even said that we used to get along. Where did it all end? I stopped being patient to you. You start fighting back and also&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112176951046577092?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112176951046577092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112176951046577092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112176951046577092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112176951046577092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-is-letter-to-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112159220828611455</id><published>2005-07-17T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:23:28.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..................</title><content type='html'>We didn't join our class during the fieldtrip. Eh, the leadership was boring also. The fun thing there was when we took pictures lang. Poocha. We waisted a day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the leadership, I missed last year's leadership training. McDo!! Everything that happend. ......... **sigh** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was posted there. I didn't mind. I didn't care. It was true. And somehow, I guess you alread knew. I denied it. Even if it was true, IT WASNT ME who said that. The person who said that doesn't have the right to say it! I shouldn't have denyied it also since what I was trying to do from the beginning was to let him know.. But that's not how I planned it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112159220828611455?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112159220828611455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112159220828611455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112159220828611455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112159220828611455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_17.html' title='..................'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112134989118274733</id><published>2005-07-14T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:04:51.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>Screw this day! Potek. I was walking with Neish, Alex and Seb. Then I saw his car. Yes, his. Yeeee. I stopped and stared. As in literally stared. Kakahiya. And I'm guessing, he saw what my facial reaction was. By the way, I still am missing you! Yes. You're the one I just saw. Weeeeeeeeeee. Oh well. Anyway.. So today was so-so. Kit and I--Laugh trip nung Journ, mah man! hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had my practical test yesterday. I sang Weak. Pocha! Weeeeeeeeeeee. Howell. Anyway. Nothing much happend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. No Fieldtrip for me tomorrow. Leadership training kasi eh! Gawd.  Bahala na. Anyway.. If yer reading this.. ewan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112134989118274733?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112134989118274733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112134989118274733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112134989118274733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112134989118274733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_14.html' title='......'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112116365235264365</id><published>2005-07-12T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T18:20:52.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I'm so confused. Ewan. I realize a lot. ive been regreting things.. shiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112116365235264365?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112116365235264365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112116365235264365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112116365235264365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112116365235264365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_12.html' title='...'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112098311660095520</id><published>2005-07-10T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T16:11:56.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE BIG FIGHT</title><content type='html'>It's already UAAP seson 68. Yeah. If it wasn't for those crappy homeworks, I'd be in Araneta watching the game. Wait, I didn't ask in the first place. but, I'd love to watch. First match of Lasalle and Ateneo eh. S*itty homeworks. Screw them. ONE BIG FIGHT. Most members of my family are Lasalle people.. Only a few wants Ateneo. Weird, but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing homework, really busy, practical test's coming up.. for Bio, atleast, Field trip's coming up soon, so as our classmass, just that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates? Uh.. wala. I miss you by the way. you know who you are. but i guess you'll never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112098311660095520?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112098311660095520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112098311660095520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112098311660095520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112098311660095520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-big-fight.html' title='ONE BIG FIGHT'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112032807867587346</id><published>2005-07-03T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T02:14:38.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My day didn't really start until I left the house at around 5.3o to hear mass at around 6. Wait, first, we went to Wack-Wack country club and eat. I ate 1 siopao. So there. At around 5.55? We left and went to the village, which is still in wack-wack, and heard mass. I saw Taty and Ivanna. They were the people who I met in Baguio. Family Friends. Gawd. They look so different now. I can't believe that when I first met them, we shared everything right away. Anyway. Then we went to Podium to look at the phones since my dad's getting a new one from Globe. The loyalty thing. He has 3 phones in hand right now. And I'm wishing that by next week, when he gets the new phone, he'll give the flip phone to me. Awno what's the unit. But it's the one that you twist. So there. Then we went home, ate dinner. Then I talked to Ina for a while. Shiet panggago! I kept on laughing. Then we left for Powerplant and watched Batman. I didn't like it. I found it a total bore. Bah. And now, I'm home. Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh by the way. Pua (Jessica) messaged me earlier today using Jasp's Y!M. And she asked me why I didn't go. It was so fun daw and she said I missed half of my life. Exag. Ayyy. I don't know how to go to school with out someone to bring me at 3.oo AM. No driver at that time. Then my parents said that it was TOOOO early. So. Rawr. Sana I stayed overnight na lang. Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112032807867587346?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112032807867587346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112032807867587346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112032807867587346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112032807867587346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-day-didnt-really-start-until-i-left.html' title=''/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112021517237835617</id><published>2005-07-01T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T19:20:04.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>,,,,</title><content type='html'>So today wasn't THAT great at all. Friday's are a total mess. I don't know why. During this day, I can't think that straight. Especially during girst Friday's. Seriously. Awno why. Maybe it's because of the shorten period. When there is a first Friday mass, we always have shorten period. So there. It's hard if we have to limit ourselves to 40 mins. Good since we have lesser time when it comes to subjects.. but it seems sooo bitin? And there it goes. Clubs today was for two hours. No. We didn't have the aquaintance party today. We had to finish the props/costumes for tomorrow. Yes. Tomorrow. Tomorrow is Pasig day. Tomorrow is the Likha Dance Competition. So, it's tomorrow. Anyway. There. We had 3 subjects fit in for the subject of two, supposidly. Then recess came. Then mass. The mass was fast. Too fast. Then lunch. Then the rest.. 4 subjects were fit into the subject of 3. Yes. Pinagsiksikan. So there. It was an okay-okay day. Nothing much happend. Tsk. Oh yeah! I have a nice kwento. During Filipino, which by the way was our first subject, we had no teacher since it's their fieltrip (weeee. we're gonna have ours on the 15th. that's for room's 4,5,6. Mt. Makiling, here I come). The fieldtrip was for rooms 1,2 and 3. We have three batches kasi. Then on the 22nd its for room 7,8,9. Yeah. Lotsa rooms. As I was saying, Ms. Peña had her fieldtrip so we were just listening to musics in an iPod with computer speakers. I even called up Parul. Then when I heard the 1st bell, I put the phone down. Then Ms. Espiritu came..Bio na. Then she saw awno who holding the iPod. OOOpsies. till here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112021517237835617?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112021517237835617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112021517237835617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112021517237835617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112021517237835617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=',,,,'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-112005207469957768</id><published>2005-06-29T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T21:34:34.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right.</title><content type='html'>here's an updating of what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet is broken. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 24, 2005. Friday&lt;br /&gt;..First day of clubs. Uhm, I can't remember what happend afterwards. Uh.. Nothing much happend I think. Well, if there is, I'd remember it, roight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 25, 2005. Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;..I slept practically the whole day. Wait. I woke up at around 6.30. I slept again at around 10? Then woke up for lunch. Slept again. Woke up at around 4? Long. Well, for a good reason though. I had migrane? My mom said we should have my eyes checked. Actually, it should be years before pa, but my lola died. Labo but yeah. So I guess it's only astigmatisim that i have since i can read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 26, 2005. Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;..My mom's tournament. Yeah. My sister had voice lessons. I'm still a sleepy head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 27, 2005. Monday.&lt;br /&gt;..School. Nothing much happend? Except gaguhans in class. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 28, 2005. Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;.. NO SCHOOL for SPCP. Yeah. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 29, 2005. Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;..That's today. Field trip orrientation. Fun? Yeah. Still gago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'm proud of my Journalism work. I'll post it. I got a 92%. Yeahboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage: Do you have what it takes to say you’re brave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At present, you will find hard to see courageous people. Honestly, is it easy for you to say “no” to the “in thing?” No, am I correct? If you say yes, maybe it’s because you THINK you can. When the time comes, can you resist THAT temptation? Let me give you an example. A girl who is 15 years of age was asked to take some drugs for a price. Let’s say the money is Php 1,000,000. She said yes to it. Do you think she’s courageous? I guess not. If you were in that situation, would you be able to say “no” right away? I mean, come on! They are going to give you money, would you agree to that?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You may not see my point at first. But if you really know what courage is, you would know the answer right away. A lot of people right now often take drugs, smoke some cigarettes, and so much more. People say yes in a snap since they can be called cool. For me, it’s not courage that makes you say yes to those. You might say, “I’m brave enough since I’m able to hide my cigarettes from my parents”. No, you’re not. You are way far from being called courageous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Courageous for me is being able to stand up for what’s right. Courageous is being able to say NO to drugs and others mentioned above. It’s the inner strength in you. Inner strength is to make you say no and stand up for what you believe in. You can also associate courage in so many ways. For example, being able to conquer your fears. Being able to face the new trials, hardships, and challenges in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was asked to write an essay about courage. It’s not only from my point of view, for others as well. I didn’t interview people I didn’t search the inter net as well. I looked inside my dictionary and here is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cour·age- mental or moral strength to venture, persevere, and withstand danger, fear, or difficulty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synonyms: &lt;br /&gt; Tenacity- mental or moral strength to resist opposition, danger, or hardship. Adds to resolution implications of stubborn persistence and unwillingness to admit defeat.&lt;br /&gt; Courage- implies firmness of mind and will in the face of danger or extreme difficulty&lt;br /&gt; Mettle- suggests an ingrained capacity for meeting strain or difficulty with fortitude and resilience&lt;br /&gt; Spirit- also suggests a quality of temperament enabling one to hold one’s own or keep up one’s morale when opposed or threatened.&lt;br /&gt; Resolution- stresses firm determination to achieve one’s ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you looked it up in a thesaurus, here is what you will get: bravery, guts,  &lt;br /&gt;audacity, valor, daring, nerve, and so much more. There are a lot of things I can connect to “courage.” And I guess that’s because there are so many meanings of courage. People find ways on being courageous. Courage can be found in you. It doesn’t matter what you say or do, it’s your moral and mental strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That’s what courage is all about.ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-112005207469957768?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112005207469957768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=112005207469957768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112005207469957768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/112005207469957768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/06/right_29.html' title='right.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111952377192013159</id><published>2005-06-23T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T18:49:32.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah.</title><content type='html'>School's so tiring. I try so much just to meet the expectations that I never had met. Yes. You know why. I mean, they expect me to get high grades. And maybe cause of the time I come home and shit. Or I'm just tired, that's why I can't retain anything in my mind. In one day, 4 quizes--actually, it was suppose to be six. Tough. Anyway, school's a bore. Hahaha. Well, it depends on the teacher too. P.E. sucks, my dear. Hahahaha. BTW, no early dismissals for the sophomores and the juniors. Boo!! hahaha. Back to my topic. PE. Shiet! Ms. Tan's uhhh... **inserting appropriate word here** Nevermind. I mean, she is checking if we have EXTRA PE T.SHIRT. Take note, it should have the St. Paul logo. Blah. We haver to wear white socks..eh, I wear colored socks during PE. basta. So much requirements. Gawd. So, PE came. Boring man! But we kept laughing.Hmmm. Why you ask? Don't bother knowing. Hahaha. Then we went to the gym. Total work-out. My body's aching already. Ayyy. Babooo. Study for quizes na.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111952377192013159?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111952377192013159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111952377192013159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111952377192013159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111952377192013159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/06/yeah.html' title='yeah.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111930366990489486</id><published>2005-06-21T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T05:41:09.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a long day ahead of us. Seriously. The first subject, Bio. It was alright. But man, was I sleepy. Good thing, I didn't go to sleep. Next, Asian History. Aaaay. Ms. Galvan substituted. I feel like the subject was hella long. We even had a quiz, potek. So there. Next subject, recess!! Hahaha. When the bell rang, we were inside the classroom already. Marga and I was suppose to listen to my iPod... Then, Ms. Jucutan came. Asian Lit. Sleepy. Then, quiz again. After was Math. Tsk. Another quiz. Shiet!!! My eyes were already mabigat. If we had a bed inside the classroom, I'd go to sleep right away. No kidding. I felt like sleeping na! Lunch. I was a bit up. Malamang, break eh. But Frances' phone got confiscated. Kasi, kasi!! Hahahaha. She didn't silent her phone. Then the special someone text her. So. Patay! 2 phones, or even more, got confiscated in their room. Gawd. I thought we would have our inspection too cause of what happend. I was nervous because they would confiscate iPods, cameras, cell phones and all other electronic devices that aren't allowed in school. I tried to keep my iPod somewhere. I was suppose to make it patago pa nga to someone who is not my batchmate eh. But, I didn't do it. So there. Filipino came. I was uhhh.. sleeping? hahaha. Yeah. Well, not really. My eyes were closed when the other groups were performing. Then, CL. Two freaking HOURS. QUIZ parin! Tsk. Marga and I were cheating. Sorry Margz, I gave you three wrong answers. Ba malay ko ba. I didn't understand the question. Tanga. I ddin't ask for Ms. Kupang to repeat it eh noh.  Bwahahaha. The answers were given doon.. there.. in front of you. near the crusifix and the PA system. So yeah, we found the asnswers in the vision-mision board. But my grade was still low. Kookoo on the other hand was reading a book while Ms. was discussing and managed to  to get an 11. Shit. i'll read a book na nga lang when the teacher is discussing. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed PRU. Hoorah! Thanks to the CORE, past CORE, and the instant member. yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, INSTITUTIONAL mass once again. Lang hiya! Grade school, you make the gym so crowded (Man, am I mean. As if I never passed that stage..) Hahahaha. Soooo hot pa. Rrrrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111930366990489486?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111930366990489486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111930366990489486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111930366990489486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111930366990489486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/06/it-was-long-day-ahead-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111926994593403989</id><published>2005-06-20T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T20:19:05.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhm.</title><content type='html'>It was a long day ahead of us. Seriously. The first subject, Bio. It was alright. But man, was I sleepy. Good thing, I didn't go to sleep. Next, Asian History. Aaaay. Ms. Galvan substituted. I feel like the subject was hella long. We even had a quiz, potek. So there. Next subject, recess!! Hahaha. When the bell rang, we were inside the classroom already. Marga and I was suppose to listen to my iPod... Then, Ms. Jucutan came. Asian Lit. Sleepy. Then, quiz again. After was Math. Tsk. Another quiz. Shiet!!! My eyes were already mabigat. If we had a bed inside the classroom, I'd go to sleep right away. No kidding. I felt like sleeping na! Lunch. I was a bit up. Malamang, break eh. But Frances' phone got confiscated. Kasi, kasi!! Hahahaha. She didn't silent her phone. Then the special someone text her. So. Patay! 2 phones, or even more, got confiscated in their room. Gawd. I thought we would have our inspection too cause of what happend. I was nervous because they would confiscate iPods, cameras, cell phones and all other electronic devices that aren't allowed in school. I tried to keep my iPod somewhere. I was suppose to make it patago pa nga to someone who is not my batchmate eh. But, I didn't do it. So there. Filipino came. I was uhhh.. sleeping? hahaha. Yeah. Well, not really. My eyes were closed when the other groups were performing. Then, CL. QUIZ parin! Tsk. Marga and I were cheating. Bwahahaha. The answers were given doon.. there.. in front of you. near the crusifix and the PA system. So yeah, we found the asnswers in the vision-mision board. But my grade was still low. Kookoo on the other hand was reading a book while Ms. was discussing and managed to  to get an 11. Shit. i'll read a book na nga lang when the teacher is discussing. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed PRU. Hoorah! Thanks to the CORE, past CORE, and the instant member. yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111926994593403989?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111926994593403989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111926994593403989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111926994593403989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111926994593403989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/06/uhm.html' title='Uhm.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111900595244058751</id><published>2005-06-17T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T18:59:12.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right.</title><content type='html'>it's a friday. for some, you might think, 'wohoo!! last day of school--for the week!!' nah, hindi rin. i have to go to school tomorrow for the clubs audition. oh well. hectic kaya. there are 2 fridays in a month that we would be dismissed at 5!!! rawr! hate it. but then again, early dismissals on thursdays!!! 3.15.. boo. hahaha. ayyyy. ayaw ko eh! why the f*** do you care?? huh?? yun naman pala eh. hahaha. kala eh noh. anyway. ayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so not into PE right now. before, i used to enjoy it. badtrip eh. but laugh trip. man! labo. i mean, get it?? cause of the teacher. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy!!! manila bulletin, you're dead... NOT!!!! hahaha. kidding. i'm in there eh. haha. feeling eh noh. but seriously. hahaha. check out my multiply! http://www.nicamonzon.multiply.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111900595244058751?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111900595244058751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111900595244058751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111900595244058751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111900595244058751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/06/right_17.html' title='right.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111854944824598768</id><published>2005-06-12T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T12:10:48.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay.</title><content type='html'>I miss WanEyt so much. Yes, I do miss you guys. We may encounter a lot of problems, but still, I stand proud being a part of WanEyt. The bonding, the gaguhan moments and everything. The way we make gago the teachers and everything eslse. I never had the chance to tell you people how I really felt or what I wanted to say. Now, it's to late. I miss WanEyt. I love them so much. I really got to bond with them. Seriously. We are one, united and everything that you can associate with being united. I may be noisy with twofour but nothing beats WanEyt. No offense. But I have a different feeling when I'm with them. Seriously. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Iba eh&lt;/span&gt;. It's WanEyt who made me feel everything that I needed to feel when I'm with my classmates. I know you would just tell me "Spare the drama, will you?" Oh well. WanEyters.. I'm missing you like HELL!!! I love you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++I finally fixed my multiply already. Check it out. &lt;a href="http://www.nicamonzon.multiply.com"&gt;Click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111854944824598768?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nicamonzon.multiply.com' title='okay.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111854944824598768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111854944824598768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111854944824598768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111854944824598768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/06/okay_12.html' title='okay.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111847247643242795</id><published>2005-06-11T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T14:47:56.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay.</title><content type='html'>It's the first weekend after school started. it's kind of stressfull. the next ten months, all you read here is all about school. school school and school. bwahahaha. bahala na.  i wanna post the pictures during the fashion show.. but it won't upload. gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111847247643242795?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111847247643242795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111847247643242795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111847247643242795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111847247643242795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/06/okay.html' title='okay.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111822412880959726</id><published>2005-06-08T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T17:48:48.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right.</title><content type='html'>so i didn't push throught with my summer-end post. no internet last night. so, i didn't post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today's the first day of school. it was okay but i can't say that it's so great. we're already 44 in the class. once again ,appointed temporary class officer. i was a bit late awhile ago since it was traffic in meralco. awno. somewhere there. before you turn to st. paul road. i was with patty after that. there was a first-day assembly at the gym. so there. break came. aliw. our rooms are magkakasunod. 1-7. hahaha. so there. after the break, 'twas the 30 min. homeroom period. i was late again. but no one can blame me for that. it was the first day. the first day means people crowd inside the canteen to the point that it will be hard for you to buy food. seriously. our teacher arrived like 5 mins. before the bell rin kasi. so there. first subject, math. mrs. cusi. she's alright. well, awno YET. i was a bit sleepy from this point on. seryoso. the whole day in school, my eyes were so mabigat that if there was a pillow and bed beside me, i'd go to sleep. so after that. CL. mrs. kupang. she's not a pe teacher anymore. she's, btw, pregnant. what's after CL? oh yeah. lunch time, here we come. then journ. campus journalisim. sir something's his name. forgot. oh yeah. sir toor. journ was for 2 hours. then bio. langya! 2 hours rin bio! tsk. ms.espiritu. hahaha. i think. then last. statistics. my stat teacher speaks fag.. fluently. well, that's from what we observed. my sleepy-ness got off. oo! nagising ako. kit and i kept on laughing. hahaha. seryoso. so..that's it. the class [class as in classmates]are okay. so so. hahaha. so ayun. pocha! im effin sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. im missing summer already. yeah. i am. i'm missing fashion show practice too. bahala na. yeah. walking down the stairs of the HS building made me realize so much. realized that i should've made the most out of it. hay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111822412880959726?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111822412880959726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111822412880959726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111822412880959726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111822412880959726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/06/right.html' title='right.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111807466811329728</id><published>2005-06-06T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T00:17:48.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>Picture's taken during the fashion show will be posted as soon as I get them. By the way, we're coming out in Meg, Pink and Total Girl magazine next month. That's what they said. But the pictures of us walking and getting fixed are all. Haha! I'll be posting about 'em as soon as I get the pictures, too. I'll have a long entry tomorrow. As in how I spent my summer and everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy! I'm really happy. **random**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored. I'm making the most out of this night since it's the last night of total freedom. Tomorrow, I've got to sleep early! Awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from Klau's site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.Do you have a bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Nowp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOving on:&lt;br /&gt;1. older or younger?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Doesn't matter. As long as he's not that old or noth that young when you compare his age to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. tall or short?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Taller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. thin or fat?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Proportioned to his height. Not to fat, not to thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. white or black?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; I might be mean 'cause I judge his complection, but white. Doesn't really matter as long as his complection is just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. chinito/chinita or not?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Chinito, but not so chinito is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. long hair or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Clean cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. eyes, nose &amp; lips?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; The eyes. Love 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. gud gurl/boy look or a bad gurl/boy&lt;br /&gt;look?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Good boy. But a bit of the bad boy-ish. Just not to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. punk, hiphop or rocker?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Ghetto people? Nah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. popular or a simple girl/guy?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; It depends on how loyal he is. I mean-- attitude. If he's popular but mean, FORGET IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. henna or tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Henna. Because he's in or he was at a beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. tshirt or polo?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; What's the happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. lots of exs or less?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Less is always the best. Hey! I'm rhyming now! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. a smoker or not?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. a player or a joker?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Humorous please. Player? Tsk. Badboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. a loose shirt or a body fit?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Just right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. a party animal or home gurl/guy?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Just as long as he knows his limitations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. serious or funny looking?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Both. Equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. a drummer or a guitarist?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Guitarist--seranade me, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. a good singer or a good dancer?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Either of the two. Doesn't matter. It's a must that he can do it for me IF he can't do either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. w/ or w/o muscle?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Athletic bod. Not to muscle-y. 'Cause it's ugly when he's full of muscles like those from the weight-lifting thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. w/ or w/o hair dye?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; With out, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. w/ or w/o eyeglasses?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Depends. As long as it looks good on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. w/ or w/o braces,retainers?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; It's temporary, so, who cares? I mean, I'm wearing both at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. w/ or w/o contact lens?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Can I see 'em? Can't right? So doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. w/ or w/o piercing?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. w/ or w/o tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Nuh-uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. w/ or w/o shades?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Tsss. What a question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. w/ or w/o wheels?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; As long as he has the patience or the time to come see me, it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. w/ or w/o cap?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Argh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. tahimik or madadal?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; As long as he can carry the conversation or as long as he knows how to not have dead air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. ksp or kj?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. makulit or tahimik?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Question number 31?? But just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. agressive or hindi?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Enough for the person who can make the realtionship work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. seloso/selosa or not?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Not too much that can lead to a fight. If he is, it's for a reason. I'm a selsosa person too, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. romantic or not?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Who wouldn't want a romantic guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. genius or a bad GURL/GUY?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. sensitive or not?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; People who are insensitive gives me the... urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. conservative or not?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. pet lover or not?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Awno. I'm afraid of pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. knows how to commute or not?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Urgh! Senseless questions. But I don't know how... and I can't. Haha. I'm a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. independent or dependent?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Independent. It's hard if the guy is a mama's boy. They're against the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. w/ or w/o wristband?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; What the???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. harana?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Ofcourse. Who wouldn't want them? Someone played the guitar for me over the phone and sang too!ü Sorry, no one serenaded me.. As in outside my house and stuff. But that would be kilig if he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Childhood friend or not?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IdeaL get-up for your girl/guy?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; As long as you look presentable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 personalities you're looking for?&lt;br /&gt;1.Respects my family, ofcourse me, and the rules that we abide.; 2. Sweet and loyal.; 3. Loyalty. Guys now are such players. No offense.; 4. Educated; 5. Sensitive enough. Plus points also if he can talk to me about ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Personalities you hate:&lt;br /&gt;1. Players&lt;br /&gt;2. Insensitve&lt;br /&gt;3. Pride. Please!&lt;br /&gt;4. impatient&lt;br /&gt;5. Expects too much from the girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST 2 QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU LIKING ANYONE NOWADAYS?&lt;br /&gt;-- Hoooyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES HE/SHE LIKES YOU?&lt;br /&gt;-- Why are you asking me? How should I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111807466811329728?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111807466811329728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111807466811329728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111807466811329728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111807466811329728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111787912737216054</id><published>2005-06-04T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T00:16:58.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOB fashion show</title><content type='html'>What: Kids of Bayo Fashion Show&lt;br /&gt;Where: 3/F Grand Atrium Shangri-la Plaza&lt;br /&gt;When: June 5, 2005, Sunday, 4:00-5:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the new collection of Kids of Bayo clothing. See you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so fast. It's been a month since I started practicing for the fashion show, and tomorrow is the day. The day we all walk down the ramp of Shangri-la. Tomorrow morning is the last practice that we will have. Tomorrow while waiting for the time to pass by till our call time, i'll be the last bonding moments with them. Atleast, it's like KOB models gimmik! hahahaha! I sure will miss them. Ofcourse, I spent most of the type with them. I got to bond with them. The big kids and the small kids. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ang bilis!&lt;/span&gt; For the people who I bonded with during the summer, namely, Ina, Issa, Iza, Vicky, Janina, Candice, Michelle, some people from the fashion show (dame eh!), the Casa boys, Edrick, Miggy, Rammy, Inigo, and Diego, my summer was a blast! Thanks to you guys. I'll post the picture tomorrow... pictures from the fashion show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111787912737216054?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111787912737216054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111787912737216054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111787912737216054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111787912737216054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/06/kob-fashion-show.html' title='KOB fashion show'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111754651507287596</id><published>2005-05-31T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:35:15.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right.</title><content type='html'>okay. so the sleepover was a blast! seriously. yesterday, practice as usual. then we played basketball. after a few games. stopped. then we played again. this time, miggy was on our team. ofcourse, my sister was smiling. then we played spin the bottle. truth or dare type. the dares were okay. no truths were revealed. they said.. no truths kasi eh. well, they're (the boys) were just chiked to spill out some dirty little secrets. hahaha. the best dare was with miggy and iza. shempre, they were kilig. hahahaha. smiling eh. hide and seek was played next. yeah, we played inside casa verde. wait. i mean around. labo. buong casa verde. all the games were played outside the clubhouse.. except for basketball since we played in the court. then they went inside the house since edrick will ask permission. it rained so hard.. the boys were stranded. hahaha. then video time. there. malabo eh. then we we slept at 2. we were supposed to wake up at 3 to sneak out. with edrick and the rest. but no. we woke up at 6 while the guys woke up at 4. they didnt wake us up. urgh. inigo and i were texting then i slept again. they played basketball pa pala at around 7. then we woke up at 10 again. breakfast. watched a little bit of tv and played cards. ate lunch. got dressed. left for eastwood. the four of us played billiards. won 4 games. one hour only. the other was won by ina while the other was iza. after, we bought food. then went to... uhh. home. played a little bit of basketball again. hahaha. practise. then.. thought we were having dinner out. moved pa sha sa thursday. pocha. then we shouldve stayed there longer. hahaha. ooohwell.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry is so malabo, pardon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111754651507287596?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111754651507287596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111754651507287596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111754651507287596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111754651507287596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/05/right.html' title='right.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111685453334189940</id><published>2005-05-23T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T21:22:13.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehehe.</title><content type='html'>052305&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rematch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So practice today was okay. We tried on the clothes that we’re going to use for the show. The clothes are all good. Seriously. But, haven’t seen the other one yet. But wait! Before that, we were doing pranks with Inigo using Issa’s phone since she has a new number. We kept on saying “I love you so much!” Hahaha! He did not reply. Until Edrick left and headed off to Inigo’s place. Then practice. Then, we were bored. We played. Then after, we went to Tita Lynn’s room. Anton (hindi si ocampo!!!) was outside shouting. We played basketball. Two on four! We won. I was the last shot. The boys wanted a rematch since they said it’s unfair ‘cause we started of at 15 and they raised our starting point to 19 while they started with 0. We were supposed to do the rematch today. But, we left already. If only we did not. The rematch will be on Monday. It will be unfair to our case though. Since Miggy and Rammy will be home by then and it’s already going to be six on four. Still talking about how we’re going to team up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much more for my day. &lt;br /&gt;Did not see the hottie. But Ina said, until window nalang daw. For some reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111685453334189940?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111685453334189940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111685453334189940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111685453334189940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111685453334189940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/05/hehehe.html' title='hehehe.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111678497963585802</id><published>2005-05-23T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T02:02:59.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long survey</title><content type='html'>Going to Casa tomorrow. oooh. Today. It's already morning. Hahaha.Anyway.. COnfe last friday was a damn mess! Yeah. The boys were scolded daw since it's not the proper way to talk to girls. but it wasn't bad naman eh. maybe for them it was too much. and i was caught saying something.. uh. a badword. but the dad of inigo won't make sumbong daw. Good! beer bash tomorrow! haha. not sure. inigo, rammy, me, ina, issa and iza will play basket daw. 2 on 4 since they think girls are bano in basket and we might 'brake a nail' lul! hahha.oh well.dare &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// Ver. 1 &lt;br /&gt;--Name: nica monzon&lt;br /&gt;--Birthdate: 042490&lt;br /&gt;--Eye color: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;--Hair color: dark brown &amp; ligh brown-ish inside&lt;br /&gt;--Height: 5'2.. yeah. Small na&lt;br /&gt;--Righty or Lefty: ambidextrous&lt;br /&gt;--Zodiac Sign: Taurus&lt;br /&gt;// Ver. 2 - Describe &lt;br /&gt;--The Shoes You Wore Today: fornarina&lt;br /&gt;--Your Weakness: uhm.. awno. YOU. haha&lt;br /&gt;--Your Fears: dogs, cats, insects&lt;br /&gt;--Your Perfect Pizza: too much cheese or pepperoni alone&lt;br /&gt;// Ver.3 &lt;br /&gt;--What is your most overused phrase?: whatever, asa. Haha! oo na eDrick and miggY&lt;br /&gt;--The first feature you notice in the opposite sex: eyes, smile&lt;br /&gt;--Your bedtime: 12, if there’s n school, but don’t follow it&lt;br /&gt;--Your Most Missed Memory: no comment on this one. You know it naman eh.&lt;br /&gt;// Ver.4 &lt;br /&gt;--Pepsi or Coke: coke.&lt;br /&gt;--McDonald's or Burger King: mcdo&lt;br /&gt;--Adidas or Nike: adidas&lt;br /&gt;--Chocolate or Vanilla: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;--Cappucino or coffee: coffee&lt;br /&gt;// Ver.5 &lt;br /&gt;--Do you smoke?: no&lt;br /&gt;--Sing Well?: NO&lt;br /&gt;--Do you think you've been in love?: duh…&lt;br /&gt;--Want to go to college: whatta stupid question&lt;br /&gt;--Liked High School?: im in it, still&lt;br /&gt;--Want to get married?: yup&lt;br /&gt;--Type with fingers on the right keys: yea&lt;br /&gt;--Think you're a health freak: no&lt;br /&gt;--Get along with parents: yup. somehow&lt;br /&gt;// Ver.6 - in the past month, did/have you: &lt;br /&gt;--Consumed Alchohol: yep! Oh, nowp! The beer bash didn’t push through. So.. nope.&lt;br /&gt;--Have Sex: no&lt;br /&gt;--Go To the Mall: yuh! A lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;--Eaten an entire box of Oreos: nope.&lt;br /&gt;--Eaten Sushi: yeahboi!&lt;br /&gt;--Gone Skating: no&lt;br /&gt;--Made Homemade cookies: yep&lt;br /&gt;--Been in Love: no comment. Uhh. :Dhehehe. no comment&lt;br /&gt;--Gone Skinny Dipping: no&lt;br /&gt;--Dyed your hair: no&lt;br /&gt;--Stolen Anything: no&lt;br /&gt;// Ver.7 &lt;br /&gt;--Have you ever played a game that required removal of clothing?: yup&lt;br /&gt;--Been caught "doing something"?: no &lt;br /&gt;--Shoplifted?: no&lt;br /&gt;// Ver.8&lt;br /&gt;--Age you hope to be married?: dunno&lt;br /&gt;--How do you want to die?: sleep. Ewan!&lt;br /&gt;--Where do you want to go to college: ateneo or Harvard or Princeton or.. I dunno. Depends where im gonna be by the time im in college. But most probably not here.&lt;br /&gt;--What do you want to be when you grow up?: awno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111678497963585802?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111678497963585802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111678497963585802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111678497963585802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111678497963585802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/05/long-survey.html' title='a long survey'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111659783121171322</id><published>2005-05-20T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T22:03:51.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhhh.</title><content type='html'>I was posting awhile ago, and I bham! I don't know what happend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to Casa Verde. To my surprise, Vicky's going to model also! Yehey! Atlast. Someone MY age, MY batch, and MY school. So there. Inigo did the dare. I put the makeup on him. Walked around the village. Aliw. Hahaha. Afterwhich, we ate I think. Then we dared him again to do something. He didn't do it. He dared us something, we refused since it was so gross! Then we made tambay infront of Inigo's house. But we were with Chiara and Bianca instead of the boys. They fed us. But we were just outside.  Hahaha. Aliw. I didn't put details. So tamad. I put details awhile ago, but as I said, don't know what happend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Saw the hottie again yesterday!! Hoooyeah! But, put the cap back on!! Hahaha! Hot.. But [tooot] parin!**&lt;br /&gt;**Practice again on Monday**&lt;br /&gt;**Fashion show's coming up. Meaning.. school is too! Shit that! No books pa nga eh**&lt;br /&gt;**Gulo ng conference--just wanted to say that**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111659783121171322?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111659783121171322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111659783121171322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111659783121171322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111659783121171322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/05/uhhh.html' title='uhhh.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111642093171062977</id><published>2005-05-18T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T20:58:08.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X</title><content type='html'>put an 'X' next to what you have accomplished:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) snuck out of the house&lt;br /&gt;(x) gotten lost in your city&lt;br /&gt;(x) seen a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to any other countries besides the united states&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a serious surgery&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone out in public in your pajamas&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) hugged a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;( ) done drugs&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had alcohol&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed and had milk/coke come out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;(x) pushed all the buttons on an elevator&lt;br /&gt;( ) swore at your parents&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in love&lt;br /&gt;(x) been close to love&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to a casino&lt;br /&gt;( ) been skydiving&lt;br /&gt;( ) broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) been high&lt;br /&gt;( ) skinny-dipped&lt;br /&gt;(x) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( ) flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) saw a therapist&lt;br /&gt;(x) played spin the bottle&lt;br /&gt;(x) gotten stitches&lt;br /&gt;( ) drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour&lt;br /&gt;(x) bitten someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Niagara Falls&lt;br /&gt;(x) gotten the chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a member of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed into a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to Japan&lt;br /&gt;( ) ridden in a taxi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;( ) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a crush on someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;(x) had feelings for someone who didnt have them back&lt;br /&gt;( ) stolen something from your job&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(x) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;( ) celebrated mardi-gras in new orleans&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Europe&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;( ) been married&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;( ) had children&lt;br /&gt;( ) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a close friend die&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Africa&lt;br /&gt;(x states memories..) Driven over 400 miles in one day&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;( ) Thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;(x) Purposely set a part of myself on fire&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;(X..ü) Met someone in person from the internet&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost a child&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone to college&lt;br /&gt;( ) graduated college&lt;br /&gt;( ) done hard drugs&lt;br /&gt;(x) tried killing yourself&lt;br /&gt;(x--timezone, pareü) fired a gun&lt;br /&gt;(x) purposely hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;(x) taken painkillers-after the operation..&lt;br /&gt;(XXXXXXXX so much) love someone or miss someone right now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111642093171062977?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111642093171062977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111642093171062977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111642093171062977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111642093171062977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/05/x.html' title='X'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111618077009266248</id><published>2005-05-16T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T02:12:50.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue.</title><content type='html'>i don't know why. i feel sad recently. tsk. when i was in eastwood last thursday/friday? i went inside bayo. then my mom went inside. told me that we needed to talk. you know what that's about? well. my dad got me. he said that my mom's leaving for new jersey/york to work, she was sent by her office there. if the company is doing great, she's staying there for good. well, everyone knows that we have plans on moving there as soon as i graduate HS, but i didnt know it would be this soon. im not moving yet, but i really dont know. labo. anyway. i never thought that she saying ill be gone for 2 months was that bad. but no. pootah! ang sakit! awno why but i felt so sad. ewan. so confused right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go shopping awhile ago. but didnt find something that will suit me. i mean.. suit what i liked. i once found a billabong boardshorts but couldnt find it again. poocha. nabitin ako dun. then went to podium. yeah. the sunday routine. well. hardly happens but so what? went to podium and had dinner with mah family. so full. but we ate good food. i miss going to elbow room and play billiards. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111618077009266248?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111618077009266248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111618077009266248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111618077009266248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111618077009266248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/05/blue.html' title='blue.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111598451264492717</id><published>2005-05-13T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T19:41:52.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates..</title><content type='html'>haven't blogged. this is just an update. last friday, we went to Galle after going to Bayo's office. I went there with Iza, Miggy (ehem), Rammy, Edrick, Rammy, Ina and Issa. We were all in one car. The "oldies" and the younger ones rode in a diff. car. Enjoy. We kept on teasing Iza and Miggy. Haha. Saw Kara, Paxi and Jep. Then last Tuesday. Unexpected thing happen. We we're jsut suppose to visit Ina and Issa. No plans of sleeping there or whatsoever. Then, lola talked to my mom and we slept there. So much for "last min. plans". But then, we enjoyed. We played truth or dare. Then we played it with Inigo too. But those were truths only. then he dared us to go out and shout. (he was at home.. his home). we did it. we snuck out! Yes. in our PAJAMAS. we went out and waited for him outside his house. kaya nyo yun?? we got out of the house at 2 am. Beat that! Hahaha. Oh well. Then last wednesday, we went to EK. my sister and i werent suppose to go to Ek with them. But we did.  before that. we woke up at 5? and continued the dare. the dare for inigo was to go out and give us spaghetti. Yep. but instead, he gave us hotsauce. daya! hahahaha. anyway. then we ate breakfast. then slept again. ate lunch. watched. left for EK. hooooyeah! hahaha. we enjoyed. yep. we were in one car. kame kame again. then there. we enjoyed. rode rides. duh. ate. duh. ayon. then we went home fuckin wet! hahaha. seryoso. our extra shirt was wet rin eh. then it closed at 10. then rained. there. then the girls.. the four of us played truth or dare again. pero puro dare. then we played wit inigo. yeah. we were making him gago. haha. enjoy. slept late again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill blog again. labo nito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111598451264492717?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111598451264492717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111598451264492717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111598451264492717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111598451264492717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/05/updates.html' title='updates..'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111513225831188563</id><published>2005-05-03T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T22:57:38.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>just for the sake of updating. urgh. i had a bit of different feeling last night. i felt oh so sad. i know, spare the drama. i really don't know. quite of confused. haii. oh well. mewa, if ever you are reading this, got kwento. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111513225831188563?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111513225831188563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111513225831188563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111513225831188563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111513225831188563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111491161033507869</id><published>2005-05-01T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T09:40:10.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay.</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone. I woke up earlier than usual. When I woke up, the first thing that popped in my mind is.. it's already May. It's just not May. It's MAY (with stress on it) It's the last month of summer. Oh well. Gotta make the most out of it already. Hmmm. I really don't know what to blog about. It's 9.35am. I still should be sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;My mind's still not working properly. Argh. **Yawn** Ewan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111491161033507869?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111491161033507869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111491161033507869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111491161033507869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111491161033507869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/05/okay.html' title='okay.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111486779664338245</id><published>2005-04-30T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T21:29:56.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh.</title><content type='html'>namove. getting the iPod sa end of may pa.. rrrr. ayos lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111486779664338245?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111486779664338245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111486779664338245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111486779664338245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111486779664338245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/argh.html' title='argh.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111476652649207632</id><published>2005-04-29T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T17:22:06.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what title to put.. AGAIN. Oh well. Anyway. Yesterday, I went swimming. Oh yeah! But the pool was effing hot. Seriously. We thought it would be refreshing if we went swimming 'cause of the heat and everything. Naw. Not really. Not at all. It was even hotter than the land. HooooYeah! Then..Nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home. I went out with my dad today. We went to our store in Quezon City. Then all I heard was "Photo copy this.. Photo copy that.." Yeah. Yeah. That's what I did today. Boring, huh? Screw it. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till the 9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of May. Yeah. Can't wait till my Tita arrives and I get my iPod. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck. Everything that is written in my blog is all about ME. Self-centered biatch. But hey! Who are you to judge me?? You are just my reader. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go shopping. But then again, who will bring me? I wanna go out. Shop. Oh well. I wanna leave this house and just hang out in a mall or somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think straight. I want to blog about something---meaningful? Oh well. Adios mi amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging again later on. I have nothing to blog right now that will really intimmidate you on reading this crap. Lecheng bedtime yan!!! It's implemented because I wake up at 2 in the afternoon. Summer naman eh. I need sleep while there is no school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111476652649207632?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111476652649207632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111476652649207632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111476652649207632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111476652649207632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/summer.html' title='summer.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111469254564536487</id><published>2005-04-28T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T20:49:05.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jasper pua..</title><content type='html'>hoy jasper pua. happy birthday! OLDIE.. OLDIE. hahaha. oooh. you really can be called an ANGKONG na! ahahahaha. anyhoo. thanks for everything! hahahaha. lalang. ill always be here for you. wait. you might forget. old people dont mind (gaya gaya kay mewa..)hahaha! oh well. till here na nga.. take care always tanda.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-----------------------------=&lt;br /&gt;argh. updates later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111469254564536487?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111469254564536487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111469254564536487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111469254564536487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111469254564536487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/jasper-pua.html' title='jasper pua..'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111459600406535813</id><published>2005-04-27T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T18:00:04.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll be leaving you with updates since i don't blog that often anymore. after the computer crashed and the internet's screwed.. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 23, 2005&lt;br /&gt;--I just stayed home all day. Spent a little bit of my time with Juami. Then. I really don't know what I did next. Oh yes! I went out to watch a movie with my sister and parents. We watched Guess Who. It was so funny and sweet! Haha. Well I guess that's how I found it. Then when the clock striked 12, I got a text message from I don't know who greeting me a Happy Birthday. The one who greeted me was obviously one of my relatives from the states. So I dusturbed my sister and asked who was it. Then it happend to by my tita. Yey! She was the first one. RAISA'S A COMPLETE LAUGH!! kidding! She's so hilarious! She copied me by doing the birthday countdown! wahaha. But I thank you! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 24, 2005&lt;br /&gt;--The day I turned 15. I woke up at around 7 cause my phone was beeping. Then it was my lola greeting me a happy birthday. Ok. Then I slept again. When I woke up at around 11, I got a message from.. HIM. yeah boy! I was so kilig. Hahaha. You made my day. But aside from that, you greeting me, tangina! I still hurt! Anyhoo. Enough of that. We ate dinner at home. The usual. relatives are here. wahaha. But I enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 25, 2005&lt;br /&gt;--It's my great grand mother's 5th death anniversary. So we heard mass in Greenbelt. Nagpa-mass eh. After we ate in Mello's Steak. It's still located in greenbelt. Afterwhich, we watched Wedding Date. Didn't like it. Well. It was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 26, 2005&lt;br /&gt;--I was suppose to go to powerplant with Raisa. But no one was allowed. Screw it! I went to Shangrila with Tita Karla, Andrew and Iza. I was suppose to meet up with my cousin, but then, she's not yet done with trumpets. Oh well. On are way to the car, I saw trisha and fatima. oooh by the way, in shang, I accidentaly called up my dad. My phone was in my bag actually. So, na press sha. Now, I have no load. argh. ANyway, we move on to Galle. We ate 3 meals there! Now. aren't we just matakaw? haha. But seriously, we did! Shit! hahaha. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 27, 2005&lt;br /&gt;--that's today. bored. as usual. I like what Bo sang in American Idol today. I don't want to be is the title. OST One tree hill. Steeg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 28, 2005&lt;br /&gt;--Just in case the internet is broken.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASPER PUA!!! you're so old na! wahahaha. kidding. If ever i get to go online.. err. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTRA: (the fuck?)&lt;br /&gt;** Bayo got me to ramp for them sometime in June! Yes naman. Seryoso. It's gonna be held in Shang. Hahaha. How did I know? It's because my mom told me that.. "Nix, do you want to ramp for Bayo? You, Ina, Iza, and Issa." Ofcourse. I said YES right away.   She said that she said yes na to my tita. good! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;** Getting my iPod on May 9, i guess. Yeah. Why only now? it's because I said no before and wanted and mp3 player instead. Cant wait till the 9th! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna post a song that I can really relate. Wag na. tamad na ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111459600406535813?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111459600406535813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111459600406535813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111459600406535813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111459600406535813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/ill-be-leaving-you-with-updates-since.html' title=''/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111417218704231042</id><published>2005-04-22T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T20:16:27.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today..</title><content type='html'>Finally, I have internet. Oh yes! When I woke up, Kuya Marco went inside the room. We listend to his musics in his iPod photo (ooooh. I want one!) and there. Afterwhich, I took a bath and my cousins arrived. We played PS2. We played NBA Live 2005 and WWE Smackdown/Raw. Beat that! Haha! I felt so young! I was "bonding" with Anton, Yvonne, and Juami. Right on! **Hyper mode** Oh well. My birthday's coming up. Can't wait? Nah. Not that much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111417218704231042?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111417218704231042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111417218704231042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111417218704231042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111417218704231042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/today.html' title='today..'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111398380892654114</id><published>2005-04-20T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T15:56:48.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatta day.. ?? labo.</title><content type='html'>I'm just going to give some updates of what's happening to me and my boring life. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday..&lt;br /&gt;--I went swimming from 12noon till 6.30pm. Woah! That's long. But it's all good. Eventhough I had fun, I'm so dark &lt;i&gt;naman&lt;/i&gt;!!!! Argh! I want my old color back &lt;i&gt;na nga eh&lt;/i&gt;!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday&lt;br /&gt;--I went to Galle with Tita Karla and Iza. We were looking for something. Wahaha. Then we met up with Andrew in National. So there. We spent the whole day there. Then I saw some Paulinians there. Well, I know them. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today..&lt;br /&gt;--Nothing much. I'm just bumming around. I'm currently chatting with Jiggy and Krizel. Jiggy's not coming back. Sad. The last time I saw him was during our fair. Woah. That's so long time ago. Wahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thea! I miss you na! Come back! Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days, and it's already my birthday. Yes. MY birthday. My 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday. I'm getting so old already. But come to think of it, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm not THAT excited.&lt;/span&gt; I don't know why. Aside from it being a Sunday, I don't know why. Oh well. Some of my relatives are asking me what I want for my birthday, I don't have a clue. My mind's a mess. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111398380892654114?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111398380892654114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111398380892654114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111398380892654114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111398380892654114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/whatta-day-labo.html' title='whatta day.. ?? labo.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111363285796202303</id><published>2005-04-16T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T14:27:57.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from pam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*There is always gunna be that one guy, that no matter what they say, how many times they hurt you, or what they say....you just cant let them go because of how much they mean to you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tell the 'person' how you really feel about him/her because they might feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;Just because your not somebody to him, it doesnt mean you cant be somebody to some one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just because your not somebody to him, it doesnt mean you cant be somebody to some one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*U know ur in love wen the hardist thing is to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*"Loves sooths a wounded heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakespeare was a fool and&lt;br /&gt;einstein was an idiot&lt;br /&gt;one wrote of love and the other wrote of meaning&lt;br /&gt;but neither of them found you&lt;br /&gt;and that makes me&lt;br /&gt;a genius!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111363285796202303?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111363285796202303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111363285796202303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111363285796202303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111363285796202303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/from-pam.html' title='from pam'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111357870441970548</id><published>2005-04-15T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T23:25:04.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kind of friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Good Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/good-friend.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always willing to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or lend a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're there through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people consider you their "best friend"!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111357870441970548?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111357870441970548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111357870441970548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111357870441970548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111357870441970548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/kind-of-friend.html' title='kind of friend'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111357373485331578</id><published>2005-04-15T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T22:02:14.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spongebob squarepants</title><content type='html'>i watched s&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pongebob squarepants&lt;/span&gt; last night with my sister in G4. yes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just the 2 of us&lt;/span&gt;. the movie is just an hour i guess. it was okay. that is if  i'm in the right track of time and i think like a &lt;u&gt;fourteen year old girl who will turn 15 in a week's time&lt;/u&gt;. but if you look at the point of view of a &lt;u&gt;fourteen year old girl turning fifteen but acts like a twelve year old kid&lt;/u&gt;, i love it. wahahaha. there's a message in that movie though. people didn't think that spongebob and patrick will find the crown of king neptune since sponge bob and patrick star was just a kid. they lost hope for quite sometime. but afterwhich, they believed in their selves and finally got the crown back in 6 days. i guess the movie's about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;believing in yourself and putting hope. &lt;/span&gt;don't be a quitter. well that's what i realized. eventhough they have a kiddie side--just like me-- they still managed to get it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never give up.&lt;/span&gt; yey. wahahaha. it's ok. im going crazy na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, we slept in intercon since there was a function. a business meeting i think. my parents, my sister and i all slept in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; room. yeah. shitty. haha. but who cares. unless you're sleeping in the couch, like what i did. we were watching.. screw that. my sister, me, and my dad were watching the apprentice last night. but it's not only what i did. i was also texting inigo. lang ya. oh by the way, he's a relative ah. not being ugh... defensive or anything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero. basta&lt;/span&gt; for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kinda pissed right now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obvious naman sa status ko sa&lt;/span&gt; Y!m eh. becuase i learned something baaaaaad. it's kinda low. but hey! everyone in their batch knows about it. i mean. you would hate your secret that youve been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;secretly&lt;/span&gt; crushing on this guy but unfortunatley, his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOLE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;batch&lt;/span&gt; knows about it right? argh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayos lang yan.&lt;/span&gt; haha. chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111357373485331578?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111357373485331578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111357373485331578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111357373485331578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111357373485331578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/spongebob-squarepants.html' title='spongebob squarepants'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111354490956320013</id><published>2005-04-15T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T14:01:49.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok.</title><content type='html'>it's been a week i guess since my last update. and man, am i glad that i can use the internet again. yes. that's what i'm after. oh well. anyway. last urrr. wednesday i think.. i was suppose to swim in wack-wack because of the heat and stuff. and guess what. i did not. i was craving? whatever for it. because of that visitor. i cannot.  actually i can, but i chose not to since it was the 2nd day. pota. anyhoo, i'm so not used to it. going to casa verde and just lying down playing monopoly, volleyball, swimming and whatsoever. why is it you asked? cause before, we will always go inside the house at around 10pm. and we're out from 1 i guess. we would just play hide-and-seek-girls-vs-boys. hahaha. but now. not anymore. hahaha. lalang. just a realization of what has changed. &lt;sub&gt;missing someone&lt;/sub&gt; who can that be. WALANG HIHIRIT. mewa, im still curious about that .. pweh. nevermind. you know what i mean, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my entry's a mess. cant think straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111354490956320013?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111354490956320013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111354490956320013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111354490956320013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111354490956320013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/ok.html' title='ok.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111305160321169387</id><published>2005-04-09T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T21:00:03.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>i obviously don't know what title to put. haha. anyway. i got to talk to my tito and some of my relatives from the states. my tito's visiting us this christmas! yey!!! cant wait. havent seen him for 11 months now. haha. then ill get to meet my cousin, chris pa! yeah. but he's already 1 year old by then. man! hahaha. then we went to abensons in greenhills to buy a new ref for my dad's room. and.. uhh. nevermind. won't mention it here na lang. oh well. argh. i hope im gonna be allowed sa powerplant on the 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. i know it's kinda early to plan and to talk about it. but atleast i won't ask at the last minute. haha. i use to do that and learned alot from it. im uhh. i forgot what i was about to say. haha. stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd. im missing someone. &lt;em&gt;wag na kayo&lt;/em&gt;!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. tsss. loser. hahaha.forgot nanaman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111305160321169387?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111305160321169387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111305160321169387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111305160321169387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111305160321169387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111280037828306613</id><published>2005-04-06T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T23:12:58.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unusual.</title><content type='html'>uhh. yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;-we got picked up by ina and issa at home. then we went to their house. we saw tito sonny with their kids. yes. kids daw ba. we opened the door and window. and shouted MIGGY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! our gift is that iza will KISS you. haha. which did not happen. they were both kilig naman. obvious! we ordered yellow cab at around 3. edrick, ina and iza got 2 slices. while issa and i got 3. hahaha. talk about being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;matakaw&lt;/span&gt;. we played volley ball again then went to tito sonny's house. they brought us to ina's place after. by the way. when they were bringing us back.. miggy was infront of iza! haha. lalang. shempre. kilig. yes. hahaha. so there. we've gotta long day pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;--something UNEXPECTED happen. yes. thanks to someone.ü that person really made my day!!! wont elaborate here. hahaha. but before that. we swam. then we played monopoly. after playing.. then it happend. :D **blushing** potek! hahaha. then we went to eastwood. the movie that we wanted to see was going to show at 6 pa. so nevermind. then we went  to galle. we watched hide and seek. its kinda traumatizing. haha. because im duag. yes. then. we went to my tito's house. then we uh.. texted. me and that someone. haha. thats it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111280037828306613?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111280037828306613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111280037828306613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111280037828306613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111280037828306613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/unusual.html' title='unusual.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111263312567590212</id><published>2005-04-05T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T00:45:25.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>top 15.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Write something about 15 different people.&lt;br /&gt;2. You can NOT say who they are.&lt;br /&gt;3. If someone asks you which one is about them, you can NOT tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #1. she’s my seatmate before school ended. She’s my destined friend.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #2. she’s my pasaway-crime-buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #3. he’s my guy best friend. A family friend. I’ve known him since we were babies. His name’s somewhere written in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #4. my closest/ best cousin. Her name’s in my blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #5. I tease him to my sister. Which is true, naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #6. I treated the 2 of them snow cones during the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; day of fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #7. she’s my best friend. She’s studying in Poveda/SPPC. Hardcourt. This is her fave. Number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #8. He’s my crush. Crush lang ba? Haha. you know who he is.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #9. waneyt ’04-‘05’s class representative. Pare ni TJ santos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #10. she danced during our fieldtrip. That’s in Tagaytay. With the attire and everything.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #11. my cousin. She just had her birthday. Her name’s close to my sister’s name. name’s in my blog &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #12. my cousin in la salle&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;he’s incoming grade 7. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #13. she’s my sister.. KUNO. They say I look like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #14. class treasurer of waneyt04-05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #15. incoming SCT treasurer&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;tag me/IM me with yer answers. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**for number 8, please IM me. it’s a secret eh. Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111263312567590212?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111263312567590212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111263312567590212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111263312567590212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111263312567590212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/top-15.html' title='top 15.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111263268333353043</id><published>2005-04-05T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T00:38:03.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bytheway.</title><content type='html'>the pope died. :( who will replace him kaya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111263268333353043?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111263268333353043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111263268333353043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111263268333353043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111263268333353043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/bytheway.html' title='bytheway.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111263246346429121</id><published>2005-04-05T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T00:34:23.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhhh.</title><content type='html'>haven't blogged for two days? haha. lame. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;--it's a sunday right? yeah. it is. i went to my tito's house and ate cake. then my sister had her voice lessons. then i went to church. yes. boring day. nothing much really happend to me. its either that or its because i cant remember what happend to me. ohh. i learned that my sister and i were allowed to sleep over my cousin's place. cool. oh by the way. my sister and i were helping each other in a game of gameboy. yoshi's place i think's the name. and my gameboy ran out of batteries and we didnt know how to save the game. so we're starting from world 1 again. urrr. it's andrew's game. so im not quite sure of how to save it and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;--another lame day. woke up so late. then i played my gameboy already since the internet was broken. and now, we're in world 5. horay! hahaha. then my tita said to do her paper. and i was more than willing to do it. haha. it's still lame. i mean my day's lame. then i talked to ina and we kept on laughing about her kwentos. panggago talaga. haha. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;--the hell? i dont know what im gonna do tomorrow. but these things are for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;we're going to our cousins house and we're sleeping over.. and we're gonna shop.. we're gonna have FUN. haha.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;it's MIGGY's and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANTON&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday tomorrow. uhm. no comment.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111263246346429121?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111263246346429121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111263246346429121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111263246346429121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111263246346429121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/uhhh_05.html' title='uhhh.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111245187909954363</id><published>2005-04-03T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T13:34:58.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my top 15.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Write something about 15 different people.&lt;br /&gt;2. You can NOT say who they are.&lt;br /&gt;3. If someone asks you which one is about them, you can NOT tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #1. she’s my seatmate before school ended. She’s my destined friend.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #2. she’s my pasaway-crime-buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #3. he’s my guy best friend. A family friend. I’ve known him since we were babies. His name’s somewhere written in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #4. my closest/ best cousin. Her name’s in my blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #5. I tease him to my sister. Which is true, naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #6. I treated the 2 of them snow cones during the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; day of fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #7. she’s my best friend. She’s studying in Poveda/SPPC. Hardcourt. This is her fave. Number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #8. He’s my crush. Crush lang ba? Haha. you know who he is.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #9. waneyt ’04-‘05’s class representative. Pare ni TJ santos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #10. she danced during our fieldtrip. That’s in Tagaytay. With the attire and everything.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #11. my cousin. She just had her birthday. Her name’s close to my sister’s name. name’s in my blog &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #12. my cousin in la salle&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;he’s incoming grade 7. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #13. she’s my sister.. KUNO. They say I look like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #14. class treasurer of waneyt04-05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person #15. incoming SCT treasurer&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;tag me/IM me with yer answers. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;**for number 8, please IM me. it’s a secret eh. Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111245187909954363?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111245187909954363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111245187909954363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111245187909954363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111245187909954363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-top-15.html' title='my top 15.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111245490114213611</id><published>2005-04-02T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T23:15:01.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear thea.</title><content type='html'>thea patrisha naval valle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey there. just wanna say condolence. i know you're going through hard times right now. when we were texting nga, you said that your eyes hurt and its poofy already. im sad too.. cause of what happen. dont worry. nueve's always here for you. IM ALWAYS HERE FOR YOU. i love you thea. take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111245490114213611?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111245490114213611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111245490114213611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111245490114213611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111245490114213611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/dear-thea.html' title='dear thea.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111245468064131186</id><published>2005-04-02T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T23:11:20.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>serbeyyy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;From lexa’s site,.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1.do you like seafoods?&lt;br /&gt;- yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. breakfast or dinner?&lt;br /&gt;- depends on the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what do you usually eat for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;- depends on what they serve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. did you eat breakfast today?&lt;br /&gt;- nope. I woke up late and had to get ready and leave right away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. do you recycle?&lt;br /&gt;- lemme think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. do you have a top?&lt;br /&gt;- NO!!! loka. Hahha. Of course I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. what's your favorite fast food?&lt;br /&gt;- pizza, McDo, to many to mention..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. cats or dogs?&lt;br /&gt;- none. Scared of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. salty or sweet?&lt;br /&gt;- sweet tooth. But I eat salty foods too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. city or country?&lt;br /&gt;- city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. what's your favorite kind of jeans?&lt;br /&gt;- depends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. do you kiss and tell?&lt;br /&gt;- nope. Haven’t kissed anyone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.are you athletic?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. do you swear?&lt;br /&gt;- swear, I do. Nyeh. Haha. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. would you ditch your friends for a&lt;br /&gt;date?&lt;br /&gt;- nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. are you tired?&lt;br /&gt;- kinda.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;17. what do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;- pj..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. ever have a crush on a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;- NO WAY. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. coke or pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;- depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. sugar or spice?&lt;br /&gt;- both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. can you use chopsticks?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. do you like to read for pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;- yep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. do you care about getting good&lt;br /&gt;grades?&lt;br /&gt;- NO. grabe, no. duh.. I DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. have you ever fallen asleep in class?&lt;br /&gt;- yehboi!! Gensci! Hahaha. Proud.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. get a job or ask your parents for&lt;br /&gt;money?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah.. even though I fell guilty doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. is your dad strict?&lt;br /&gt;- yep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. do your parents give you enough&lt;br /&gt;privacy?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. do your parents trust you?&lt;br /&gt;- so so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. would you trade places (in life) with&lt;br /&gt;your bestfriends?&lt;br /&gt;- hmm. Yep. If its temporary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. does your best friend get on your&lt;br /&gt;nerves?&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. do you make friends quickly?&lt;br /&gt;- yap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. do you get jealous of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;- im &lt;i&gt;selosa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. do you tell your mom everything?&lt;br /&gt;- tsss. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. what do you and your parents fight&lt;br /&gt;about the most?&lt;br /&gt;- a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- yep yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.do your parents treat you and your&lt;br /&gt;siblings the same?&lt;br /&gt;- no!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. are your parents overprotective?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah. Kinda. I guess. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. do you have more male or female friends?&lt;br /&gt;- exclusive.. for girls. So got the answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. do you fight with your friend?&lt;br /&gt;- yep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. do you act like yourself around your&lt;br /&gt;friends?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. are you close to your sis/bro?&lt;br /&gt;- hell no! only when we’re with our cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. are you close to your dad?&lt;br /&gt;- daddy’s girl. But no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. are you close to your grandparents?'&lt;br /&gt;- nah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. do you look like your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;- tss. Watta question. No. bleh. Haha. mean-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. do you miss anybody/ anything?&lt;br /&gt;- yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. first gf?&lt;br /&gt;- ooops. Since I have so much. Cant remember who. nyi. Not applicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. first kiss sa cheeks?&lt;br /&gt;- parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111245468064131186?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111245468064131186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111245468064131186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111245468064131186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111245468064131186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/serbeyyy.html' title='serbeyyy.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111244395846212242</id><published>2005-04-02T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T20:16:03.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoying..</title><content type='html'>ive posted alot today. but thats what we get when boredom strikes. bleh. haha. today is april 2, 2005. 22 more days before my birthday. im enjoying my last 21 days of FOURTEEN-DOM. why 21? dont count 24 kasi. im 15 by then. anyway. i didnt i realize this months before today. we only become 14 or whatever your age is ONCE. i mean.. you cant turn back time. (memories you can.. recall. time.. nah) anyway. i shouldve enjoyed myself being fourteen months before. alot has happend and i regreted everything. everything meaning what ive done bad. why i hated being fourteen. tsk. im enjoying being fourteen NOW when im a few days from leaving fourteen-dom. its my favorite number. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeew. we're getting OOOOOOOOOOOOLD. nah. hindi rin. ill remain 14 forever? gagu. hahaha. what i mean is.. my mind is young. not me. labo. pota. basta yun. im young in heart and mind. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111244395846212242?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111244395846212242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111244395846212242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111244395846212242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111244395846212242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/enjoying.html' title='enjoying..'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111244362980021066</id><published>2005-04-02T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T20:07:09.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is.. REPORT CARD day.</title><content type='html'>i arrived late awhile ago and didn't make it to the procession. i was with borj and fee after the recognition. when they were leaving. my heart started beating hard. i don't know why. ahh. it's because. it's report card day. today is the day that the students call up they're classmates and peer and say.. "what did you get?" and shit like thati was thinking. and said to myself. "nevermind. wala na toh. just pray that i pass. if i do, thank God. if not, sorry." i already knew my grades were friggin low. but. it was okay. it wasnt the grade that i expected. it was higher. i really did bad this year, i have to admit. but now i know, i've got to work so hard for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to brag or anything.. but when i went up to the second floor and went to one of the rooms sa fourthyear where rooms 7 and 8's getting their card. my computer teacher (room 7's adviser) and my adviser said that i was sayang. if i just studied more. and really concentrated on my studies, i would go up that stage and be recognized. yes. that's it. an academic awardee/honor student. to my readers,  you are my witness. ill strive harder. ill be going up that stage again. (not including my graduation.) i can do this. and by the way, thanks PRU core, and our loving mod.. Mrs. Lacap. Im an awardee. CLUBS nga lang. but what the hell. i still am. AM. but am's still not that good. cause last year i was a bronze medalist.. kaya ko toh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work. work. work. work. work. work. work. work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work. work. work. work. work. work. work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111244362980021066?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111244362980021066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111244362980021066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111244362980021066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111244362980021066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/today-is-report-card-day.html' title='today is.. REPORT CARD day.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111239748540962205</id><published>2005-04-02T07:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T07:18:05.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>april fool's...YESTERDAY</title><content type='html'>i went to school yesterday for the practice. imy dad got my sisters card afterwards. after which, we went to ibank in greenhills since he needed something. while waiting, we went to starbucks. yeah. bonding. hahaha. i ordered coffee jelly. an sarap. yum. anyway. when i got home.. i told my sister that she failed HeKaSi. and she panicked. hahaha. guess what, she didn't. infact, it was a very pleasing remark. when she looked at it,, she said.. i didnt fail. and said i was annoying. haha. i shouted pa pala APRIL FOOLS. and was so damn pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. haha. lalang. april fools. bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111239748540962205?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111239748540962205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111239748540962205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111239748540962205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111239748540962205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/april-foolsyesterday.html' title='april fool&apos;s...YESTERDAY'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111239696701044214</id><published>2005-04-02T07:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T07:09:27.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[dundundundun]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Getting of cards. Damn. Nervous. Scared. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have to be in school by now. I have to be the one to assist the parents to their places and even join the procession of “achievers batch ‘05” in short. Im an usherette for the recognition day. Lang award. aaaaah. But Im still at home. Im right now blogging. Why is it you ask? It’s because when I said I have to go, they responded to me by saying “it’s early. I thought you have to be there by 9.” Im like.. WTF?? I told you people yesterday.. SEVEN O’CLOCK. Arrrgh. Screw that. I got ready. Had my uniform on. Pota. So they were like.. “im not yet ready. Wait for me.” aaaaaahhhh. I’ll be late. Hope I can be there BEFORE 7.30. which I hope happens. Arrrr. Pls. God! Please. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;And I hope I pass with uh.. very satisfying grades. WORK, nica. WORK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111239696701044214?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111239696701044214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111239696701044214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111239696701044214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111239696701044214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/dundundundun.html' title='[dundundundun]'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111228748338792697</id><published>2005-04-01T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T00:44:43.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhhh.</title><content type='html'>ALEXA LIM!!! hehehe. happy birthday! uhh. happy 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday. and im here to celebrate you getting old. haha. IM KIDDING lexa. in 23 days (counted it talaga), ill be as old as you. uhh. don't worry. as our age gets higher, we grow younger. labo! haha. anyway. just here to greet you a very happy birthday. im 50mins. late.. haha. sorry. love yah lexa! take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be sleeping right now but im not.. im going to school tomorrow. and by the way.. getting of cards on saturday. im nervous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111228748338792697?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111228748338792697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111228748338792697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111228748338792697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111228748338792697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/uhhh.html' title='uhhh.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111217256715922409</id><published>2005-03-30T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T16:49:27.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i woke up at 9 and took a bath. after which, i slept again. i know. weirdo. then, i woke up at 12, i woke my sister up. then, we dressed up. we got picked up by our cousins at home. went to greenhills and ate in yellow cab. We did lots of shopping. Bought a top, shorts, underwear and a necklace. They’re all cute. We went to Casa verde already. We tried our clothes on. Ina and my tita went out since ina has to have her shot. But then, she went home since there were too many patients that she has to wait for another hour or so. Then, we played volleyball outside. No scores. It’s just for fun. We haven’t seen each other since November. Beat that. Anyway. we went inside the house and issa called up her cousin, miggy. **ehem ehem** hahaha. Then we kept on teasing my sister, iza. Haha! I have to keep my mouth shut. Haha. but it’s fun to tease them. My mom arrived she ate and we again played volleyball. Miggy, edrick (my cousin) and the rest of them went to the basketball court. We kept on teasing iza and miggy non-stop. You know what I mean now, huh? I was with—urgh something like that. With anton. Yihee. Haha. JOKE. Wala na. Then we went home. We went to glorietta 4 and watched Miss congeniality 2. it’s okay I guess. Pero I had fun. Btw, my cousins and I are already planning for our next lakad. Wala lang.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;belated happy birthday, &lt;b&gt;ISSA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;belated happy birthday, &lt;b&gt;MIKO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111217256715922409?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111217256715922409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111217256715922409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111217256715922409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111217256715922409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/03/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111212305123724942</id><published>2005-03-30T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T03:04:11.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i woke up at 9 and took a bath. after which, i slept again. i know. weirdo. then, i woke up at 12, i woke my sister up. then, we dressed up. we got picked up by our cousins at home. went to greenhills and ate in yellow cab. We did lots of shopping. Bought a top, shorts, underwear and a necklace. They’re all cute. We went to Casa verde already. We tried our clothes on. Ina and my tita went out since ina has to have her shot. But then, she went home since there were too many patients that she has to wait for another hour or so. Then, we played volleyball outside. No scores. It’s just for fun. We haven’t seen each other since November. Beat that. Anyway. we went inside the house and issa called up her cousin, miggy. **ehem ehem** hahaha. Then we kept on teasing my sister, iza. Haha! I have to keep my mouth shut. Haha. but it’s fun to tease them. My mom arrived she ate and we again played volleyball. Miggy, edrick (my cousin) and the rest of them went to the basketball court. We kept on teasing iza and miggy non-stop. You know what I mean now, huh? I was with—urgh something like that. With anton. Yihee. Haha. JOKE. Wala na. Then we went home. We went to glorietta 4 and watched Miss congeniality 2. it’s okay I guess. Pero I had fun. Btw, my cousins and I are already planning for our next lakad. Wala lang.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;happy birthday, &lt;b&gt;ISSA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;belated happy birthday, &lt;b&gt;MIKO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111212305123724942?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111212305123724942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111212305123724942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111212305123724942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111212305123724942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/03/today.html' title='today.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111194450040052995</id><published>2005-03-28T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T01:28:20.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im obviously bored</title><content type='html'>after the long vacation--holy week, it's either you get bored since you spent the holy week out of town or you really are tired cause of the vacation. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon arriving valle 2, my dad said my cousins kyla and nixy were there. so i went to the other house and called them. gawd. kyla's 12 and she's my height. oo na. im small. but she takes chinese growth balls/ chinese growth tablets. i wanna drink that. but i guess im going too. im to small. well--atleast for me, i am. haha. oh well. then we went to the park. and discovered alot about her. all her kalokohans in Poveda and so much more. on her being the class president and her running for the student council. not only that.. she's an OUTSTANDING STUDENT . great. hahaha. she's super galing. hehe. so there. the world's small. yes it is. because i was telling her something about this person. no not backstabbing. because we arrived to this topic and said.. "hey, how do you know tito sonny?" she replied "he's the friend of my mom. her wife and the family are the owner of Bayo. anyway.. while we were swining, she said: "Hey! It's them." yes. it was Juaquin and Gab with their yaya. i asked the yaya where's miggy and rammy also nikky. miggy and rammy were at their lola's house (which by the way is located infront of my tita's house which is next to ours) while nikky was at a party. i saw tito sonny and tita corcor. after saying hi, we started teasing my sister to miggy. haha! yiheee. yes.. tsss. lame. haha.then we were asked by the admin to go the basketball court cause the easter egg hunt's about to start. kyla and i were like what? us? easter egg hunt? we will but then we were with a bunch of 2 year olds. thank God nixy was there so we joined. haha. but then when we arrived at the clubhouse.. we had to leave. aaaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for a story, eh? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roar. was suppose to blog about something but i cant remember what. hahaha. it's like me (well, it's me) forgetting what i was gonna tell carla. so much for that. and oooh. by the way. i watched hitch..AGAIN. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111194450040052995?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111194450040052995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111194450040052995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111194450040052995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111194450040052995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-obviously-bored.html' title='im obviously bored'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111166126996365505</id><published>2005-03-24T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T18:47:49.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to riki.</title><content type='html'>paula erika escarda&lt;sub&gt;?&lt;/sub&gt; flores!!!! hey. this one's for you.. hehe. happy birthday! i miss yah! haha. wala lang. yeah. 17 already. 1 more year and you are not a minor already. haha. yer a senior. sorry. i aint making sense. just saying what pops out of my heart&lt;sub&gt;?&lt;/sub&gt; haha! oh well. love yah riki! miss yah. stay as sweet as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;HAPPY 17&lt;sup&gt; th&lt;/sup&gt; BIRTHDAY RIKI!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast facts on her..&lt;br /&gt;**a good friend. nax! haha.&lt;br /&gt;**sweet&lt;br /&gt;**GREAT SINGER!!&lt;br /&gt;**softball chick! (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;**pretty! yeah riki!&lt;br /&gt;**hearthrob&lt;br /&gt;**approachable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;love yah riki! mwah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111166126996365505?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111166126996365505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111166126996365505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111166126996365505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111166126996365505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/03/to-riki.html' title='to riki.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111165999663062264</id><published>2005-03-24T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T18:26:36.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mewa</title><content type='html'>mewsh!!! haha. yes i know. drama. argh. i don't know why. but suddenly, i just thought about it. as if he'll ever read it rin naman. it's been bothering me na rin for quite sometime eh. haha.then all of a sudden. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey blog it. blog it. you have to let it out!&lt;/span&gt; haha. im going nuts. aahh. i know why. someone made me remember him thats why. that's why i got so sad and lonely again. haha.:P oh well. love yah mewsh! hahaha. mwah! dude! miss yah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111165999663062264?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111165999663062264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111165999663062264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111165999663062264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111165999663062264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/03/mewa.html' title='mewa'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111159141079219015</id><published>2005-03-23T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T23:23:30.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..hmmm..</title><content type='html'>current status:i'm missing something. i'm missing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. i guess i'm missing something. but what? it made me happy. why did i have to lose it? oh well. i guess that's life.  but wait. what if that "something" was a "someone" and "what" is a "who"  that "it" is a "he." the question still remains. who is that he am i refering to?  oh well. imma leave you guys hanging on who that person is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why things happend oh so fast. what did i do? where did i go wrong? tsk. hate it. im so damn sad. what's it that i did for you to say goodbye just like that? haii. you might think im happy during the day. but when the sun sets and i turn it. i toss and turn thinking about you. yes, YOU. i just want you to know that im missing you everyday. i wish i could turn back time then stop it. there are times that i also wish that things didnt happend and you still remain the person who i knew. but NOOOOOOOO!! youve got me thinking about you constantly without you even knowing it. if only. if only. crap. im talking crap right now. tssss. just let it be. even though i have to hurt myself. just want you to be set free. but  i just wanna let you know, ill always be here for you. go on. you are now set free. be happy. if our roads cross again then i guess... tsk. drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know. CRAP. tsk. SINGLE ROCKS. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111159141079219015?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111159141079219015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111159141079219015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111159141079219015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111159141079219015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/03/hmmm.html' title='..hmmm..'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111159026292165633</id><published>2005-03-23T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T23:04:22.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout.</title><content type='html'>i changed my layout already. ain't it obvious? haha. it's so hard to change and change layouts. but i dont give a damn. haha. i was suppose to post something but i forgot. stupid me. i didnt post it while it was still in my head. was just so tamad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111159026292165633?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111159026292165633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111159026292165633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111159026292165633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111159026292165633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-layout.html' title='new layout.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111150184393504319</id><published>2005-03-22T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:30:43.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for frances</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;¤FRANCES¤&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hey dude. happy birthday. happy happy 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;birthday. hehe. nax. ish yer birthday already. YOU'RE growing old na. actually, ever since, GURANG ka na. haha. kidding. pero seriously. wanted to write something to you and let the whole world know about it. tsong, tanda mo na. that's all folks. haha. kidding. uhm. seryoso na toh. just wanna say happy birthday. even though you don't wanna grow up and you wanna stay 14 for the rest of your life, you cant. i would if i could. haha. but we've gotta deal with it. even me. in a month's time. imma be old too, just like you pare. haha. oh well. i cant think of anything to give you. i don't have a gift for you. unlike last year, we went out and we treated you to the grudge 2. haha. i'll find our picture and ill post it here. hehe. wala lang. so. like i said, i have no gift for you.. yet? haha. so here it is na lang to be sure. a letter. and no. not really just a simple message here in my blog and im letting the whole world know that you are a LOLA. haha. dude, ill always be here for you. no matter what. love yah tsong. mwah. once again. happy birthday.ü    love always, nica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111150184393504319?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111150184393504319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111150184393504319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111150184393504319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111150184393504319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/03/for-frances.html' title='for frances'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111150063186288019</id><published>2005-03-22T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:10:31.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt; &lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRANCES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday frances. GURANG ka na. LOLA. haha. happy birthday again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111150063186288019?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111150063186288019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111150063186288019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111150063186288019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111150063186288019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-birthday-frances-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111148800057517015</id><published>2005-03-22T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T18:40:00.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y70/nixmonzon/thingssmile.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111148800057517015?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111148800057517015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111148800057517015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111148800057517015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111148800057517015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111147383002899574</id><published>2005-03-22T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T14:43:50.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang.</title><content type='html'>nothing really happend yesterday. i woke up late. as usual. so it's like my wasnt useful. but i didnt care. at around 10, i helped raisa with her blog. and we ended at around 11.30? then today. haha! something happend. right, thea? haha. by the way. visit this site. &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/raisa_07"&gt;click to see raisa's site.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111147383002899574?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111147383002899574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111147383002899574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111147383002899574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111147383002899574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/03/wala-lang.html' title='wala lang.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111137937314765084</id><published>2005-03-21T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T12:29:33.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long day.</title><content type='html'>i had a long day yesterday. and because of that, i didn't feel like posting. but i've gotta keep track. so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. i went to SM. i had to get this food from urhg. pollo locco i think. i dunno. then we went straight to my tito's house for lunch. then the food we had barbecue. (did i spell it right? haha.) not barbeque as in the one we eat with the stick. the grill was there. and we had hamburgers, and everything related to that. the food was okay. as i was watching the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; years prom vcd, my mom called me and said we're already leaving. dammit. so i went to valle 2 already. my sister had voice lessons. okay. then at around 5, the maid said that we're already leaving. where again you ask? we went to manilapen. tangina. the good food and everything. it was the baptisim of my family friend, maxine. so there. we were late na nga eh. cause my parents had a tournament in yellow feather badminton court. that's located in libis. or somewhere there. anyway. upon arriving. we went straight to the conservatory. then we ate good food and good dessert. super sarap. haha. then i played with maiya. i was wearing 3-inched-heel-shoes. and i was RUNNING pa. woah. my feet hurts na nga eh. but i really didnt mind. and i got the chance to carry maxine. haha. afterwhich, we ate cake. yep. and left at around 9.30pm. i didnt care as long as i had fun. we were caught in traffic and arrived at 10 or even later. so i took a bath. then watched a little tv. at around 12.30, i went online. no one was online but lexa, mike, and kit. so i chatted with lexa. there was this creepy thing that happend pa nga eh. haha. after.. i talked to mike. funny conversation. it was about food. and we both turned it at 2.30? but i didnt log off yet. chatted a little bit pa. then watched amazing race. so there. you might think what i did was &lt;i&gt;wala lang yan&lt;/i&gt; but for me it's not. im leaving. haha. going out. i guess. i just woke up and dont know the plans for today. leche ac. bat may pasok pa kayo?? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot. my tita said when i am a junior, we would go out and come home at 1. haha. cool aunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111137937314765084?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111137937314765084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111137937314765084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111137937314765084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111137937314765084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/03/long-day.html' title='long day.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111133730975421227</id><published>2005-03-21T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T00:48:29.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. my blog's sabog. and i had a long day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111133730975421227?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111133730975421227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111133730975421227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111133730975421227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111133730975421227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/03/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111125055269214631</id><published>2005-03-20T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T00:43:51.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="1" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="4" width="200px" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;"&gt;How to make a nica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts self-sufficiency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Add a little curiosity if desired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="How do you make a 'you'?"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Personality cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111125055269214631?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111125055269214631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111125055269214631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111125055269214631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111125055269214631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-to-make-nica-ingredients-5-parts_20.html' title=''/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111123483810650322</id><published>2005-03-19T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T20:20:38.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>serbey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;I'm so bored...I just got this from &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/%7Epaulsan" target="_blank" title="pau"&gt;pau:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Best   person/people in your whole damn life --&gt;God, friends, family.&lt;br /&gt; 2. Best school --&gt; SPCP&lt;br /&gt; 3.   Best buddies --&gt; nueve,, my screwed dude. haha.&lt;br /&gt; 4.   Best high school teacher   --&gt; Ms. Claustro.&lt;br /&gt; 5. Best magazine --&gt; Candy.. Seventeen&lt;br /&gt; 6. Best   comic book --&gt; Archie? haha.&lt;br /&gt;7. Best book --&gt; Canal dela Reina, Ibong Adarna. s*it. hahaha. nah. tuesday's with morrie, 5 people you meet in heaven and so much more.&lt;br /&gt; 8. Best food --&gt; Japanese, stake, pizza and pasta&lt;br /&gt; 9. Best restaurant --&gt; a japanese restaurant in FORT.. i eat every where.&lt;br /&gt; 10.   Best place on earth --&gt; nothing beats home. even though i bum,alot. mall too.&lt;br /&gt; 11. Best country --&gt;   Philippines, im here eh. and USA&lt;br /&gt; 12. Best place you've ever   visited --&gt; STATES!! hahaha. beaches too.&lt;br /&gt; 13. Best   events you've been to --&gt; concerts, parties, gimmiks.&lt;br /&gt; 14. Best night out   --&gt; greenbelt during kit's birthday.&lt;br /&gt; 15. Best   car you ever rode --&gt; uhm. limo! haha. uhm. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt; 16. Best songs --&gt; accidentally inlove. dami. rock, centi. wahtever&lt;br /&gt; 17.   Best   superhero --&gt; no one.&lt;br /&gt; 18. Best cartoon character --&gt;ewan.&lt;br /&gt; 19.   Best villain   --&gt; i dont know&lt;br /&gt; 20. Best cartoon --&gt; ????????&lt;br /&gt; 21. Best war movie --&gt; pearl harbor! nah. i dont watch war movies.&lt;br /&gt; 22. Best suspense thriller   movie --&gt; uhm.&lt;br /&gt; 23. Best romantic movie --&gt; along came polly? ewan. i''ve watched alot.&lt;br /&gt; 24. Best jeans --&gt; depends.&lt;br /&gt; 25. Best tv show --&gt;ETC.. NICK. haha.&lt;br /&gt; 26. Best cable network   channel --&gt; depends&lt;br /&gt; 27. Best website   --&gt; bah mah.&lt;br /&gt; 28. Best thing you've   ever bought ---&gt; i buy things when i like em. so everything.&lt;br /&gt; 29. Best place   for killing time --&gt; room, chatting.&lt;br /&gt; 30. Best thing ever happened to you --&gt; ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ===&lt;br /&gt; 1. 1st time you tried   smoking:-- neber. asthmatic person here.&lt;br /&gt; 2. 1st alcoholic drink you had:-- i dooonat drink&lt;br /&gt; 3. 1st time you entered a   bar:-- temple. haha. i just accompanied my cousin cause the oldies were in havana.&lt;br /&gt; 4. 1st award you received:-- PRESCHOOL. haha. uhm. grade 1??&lt;br /&gt; 5. 1st   hero:-- hero?WTF???&lt;br /&gt; 6. 1st time you were sent to the principal   for disciplinary actions:-- never happend.&lt;br /&gt; 7. 1st goal you accomplished:--  ballet? ewan.&lt;br /&gt; 8. 1st   crush?-- why would i tell??&lt;br /&gt; 9. 1st person whom you gave flowers:-- uh.. no one. im a girl. idjot.&lt;br /&gt; 10.1st   friend:-- uh, i was young then so i dont remember. i guess my parents. the nurses and doctors where i was born. haha.&lt;br /&gt; 11.1st kiss:-- mommy and daddy&lt;br /&gt; 12. 1st record you bought:-- record? the old times or record CD?&lt;br /&gt; 13.   1st song you sang infront of many people:-- SONG FEST. amp. haha.&lt;br /&gt; 14.   first musical instrument   you learned to play:-- flute. we were required. dumb dumb.&lt;br /&gt; 15. 1st local&amp;amp;foreign concert you   watched:-- school concerts and uhm. i cant remember.&lt;br /&gt; 16. 1st celebrity you saw in person:-- uhh. cant remember&lt;br /&gt; 17. 1st TV   show you   really liked:--quere eye.&lt;br /&gt; 18.1st buk u bought:-- im dependent on my parents&lt;br /&gt; 19. 1st   sport you   played:-- badminton.&lt;br /&gt; 20. 1st sleepover:-- mela gomez. or maybe someone else&lt;br /&gt; 21. 1st   terrible fight:-- hmm. my sister.&lt;br /&gt;22. 1st inaanak (first   godchild?):-- i dont even have nephew's and nieces.&lt;br /&gt; 23. 1st debut   (filipino girly 18th bday party)party you attended:-- my aunt's.&lt;br /&gt; 24. 1st bestfriend/s-- cant remember&lt;br /&gt; 25. 1st wedding you attended:-- my tita's&lt;br /&gt;26. 1st person who greeted you on your last b-day:-- my aunt. nah. screw that. my parents-even though i wasnt with them. RAISA REYES. who greeted my before i left for the states. i left the day before, eh.&lt;br /&gt;   27. 1st friend in friendster:-- i dunno.&lt;br /&gt; 28. 1st cellphone:-- the jurasic phone??&lt;br /&gt; 29. 1st   cellphone ringtone:-- whatever was stored in the freakin phone.&lt;br /&gt; 30. 1st collection:-- clothes&lt;br /&gt; 31. 1st tym   u saw   a ghost?-- never, and i dont wanna see ghosts.&lt;br /&gt; 32. 1st rollercoaster ride?-- disney land.&lt;br /&gt; 33. 1st ambition:-- management.&lt;br /&gt; 34.1st thing u will buy w/ ur 1st salary?-- depends on what i want. i have to wait for 7 years pa.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;...whew...I'm done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111123483810650322?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111123483810650322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111123483810650322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111123483810650322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111123483810650322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/03/serbey.html' title='serbey'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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-10084208.post-111123313551563184</id><published>2005-03-19T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T19:52:15.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer.</title><content type='html'>yeah. summer already. and for the first time, i wasn't a bum. haha. i woke up later than usual. hehe. after which, i just stared at the computer and did nothing but chat. bloghop. and looking for a bag that my lola can give me. haha. spoiled eh. what to do. haha. so after. i was asked if i wanted to swim. and i said yes. so i went to wack-wack to swim and eat. i ate monte carlo sandwich. it was good. hehe. so there. im super dark already. then we heard mass. and now.. im sleepy. but i dont want to sleep. labo. and by the way, the tagaytay thing didn't push through. lechias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. im friggin bored. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084208-111123313551563184?l=nixmonzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111123313551563184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084208&amp;postID=111123313551563184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111123313551563184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084208/posts/default/111123313551563184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixmonzon.blogspot.com/2005/03/summer.html' title='summer.'/><author><name>nixmonzon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761067142043709183</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></feed>
