<?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-12254011</id><updated>2011-11-23T14:25:58.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "In Love" Thing</title><subtitle type='html'>*Unwavering exsistence, genuine nonsense, indulge yourself in the deadly inscense...*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-116234951620205952</id><published>2006-11-01T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T11:11:12.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tigers RULE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q9XJcD6NltY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q9XJcD6NltY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QnHuYN4clfE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QnHuYN4clfE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANC actually let Chester Taylor talk!!! Ahh! :) This is actually the second segment I saw... but they didn't let him talk in the first one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-116234951620205952?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116234951620205952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=116234951620205952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/116234951620205952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/116234951620205952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/tigers-rule.html' title='Tigers RULE!'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-116212813169648253</id><published>2006-10-29T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:22:11.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Taste in Music:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourtasteinmusicquiz/music.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80's R&amp;B: High Influence&lt;br /&gt;R&amp;B: High Influence&lt;br /&gt;90's Hip Hop: Medium Influence&lt;br /&gt;90's Pop: Medium Influence&lt;br /&gt;90's Rock: Medium Influence&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;How's Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Auditory Learner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourlearningstylequiz/auditory.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to remember what you hear, and you have a knack for speaking well.&lt;br /&gt;You excel at debating, foreign languages, and music.&lt;br /&gt;You would be an excellent diplomat - or rock star!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlearningstylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Learning Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" 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;strong&gt;Your Elf Name Is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73EAA0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/elfnamegenerator/elf1.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buddy Snow Bunny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/elfnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Elf Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pieces of Me by Ashlee Simpson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/what2004hitsongareyouquiz/pieces-of-me.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fall, with you I fall so fast&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;I hope it lasts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2004 you fell in love. Let's hope it lasts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/what2004hitsongareyouquiz/"&gt;What 2004 Hit Song Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Compassion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/compassion.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain.&lt;br /&gt;People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Deep Thinking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/deep-thinking.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't afraid to delve head first into a difficult subject, with mastery as your goal.&lt;br /&gt;You are talented at adapting, motivating others, managing resources, and analyzing risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Theology&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Foreign language&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/"&gt;What Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-116212813169648253?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116212813169648253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=116212813169648253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/116212813169648253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/116212813169648253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while....'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-115847967815772943</id><published>2006-09-17T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T15:54:38.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who Should Paint You: Pablo Picasso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/pablo-picasso.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your an expressive soul who shows many emotions, with many subtleties&lt;br /&gt;Only a master painter could represent your glorious contradictions&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/"&gt;What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-115847967815772943?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115847967815772943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=115847967815772943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115847967815772943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115847967815772943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/09/art.html' title='Art..'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-115761852185860581</id><published>2006-09-07T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:42:02.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sick...he's sick...she's sick...the whole world's sick...</title><content type='html'>I was absent from school today. I feel like crap! Ugh. My LJ's screwed up so I had to blog here...again. Well, it's pretty ironic because Dende is sick, and the Balagapo's stopped by, and now, I'm babysitting a sick Mikee. I can feel my temperature rising every minute. That's fine though coz that'd mean I wouldn't have to go to school again tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have midterms on Monday and Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I took a career assesment test last Monday...the results haven't been posted yet because I still have ot take the "interest test" in January...I'm way sure I didn't get anything that said : "Suited for ENGINEERING" or "ARCHITECTURE" because I wasn't able to finish the 50-item Mathematics portion. Like, &lt;em&gt;hello&lt;/em&gt; they only gave 10 minutes...and you know me right? Not the mathematical type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ACHOOO!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was summoned into the guidance counsellor's office sometime this week. She talked to me about how I  "found Bloomfield Academy so far". I told her the truth, but in a nicer way. She showed me my 1st Quarter Grades. I got a 79 in Geom. I got one point to go to make that an 80! For the first time in my life, my Maths grade is higher that my Science. Science=78. HAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I only got 88 in English! Wha---! Must make 90! I'm quite sure I will this quarter because our new English teacher likes me alot...unlike the last one (T.A) who took things waaayy to personal. Not only from me but from other classmates. I guess this was her revenge. But now she's gone, so TCHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *ACHOO!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *uhg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Daddy Yam, my real dad's coming tomorrow. Haven't seen him in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OK yeah, that's it...I gotta jet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AH AH AH..CHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; +sooey+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-115761852185860581?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115761852185860581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=115761852185860581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115761852185860581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115761852185860581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-sickhes-sickshes-sickthe-whole.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;I&apos;m Sick...he&apos;s sick...she&apos;s sick...the whole world&apos;s sick...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-115700783651467168</id><published>2006-08-31T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T15:03:56.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams get CRUSHED!</title><content type='html'>curly: hi mum....&lt;br /&gt;Caroline Valencia: hi there..&lt;br /&gt;Caroline Valencia: how are u? &lt;br /&gt;curly: ma, can i just get a DECS home-school program or something?&lt;br /&gt;Caroline Valencia: is this what you want? &lt;br /&gt;Caroline Valencia: should this happen your development will not be good - u have to learn how to adapt with various environments&lt;br /&gt;Caroline Valencia: tell you what - give it a little more time...try to be more flexible...and then let's see what happens&lt;br /&gt;curly: ma, i admit that sometimes its my fault and i understand why theyre mad at me... but most of the time the provoke me to do the things they hate me for.&lt;br /&gt;Caroline Valencia: what did i tell u? never allow anyone to sway your emotions or behavior&lt;br /&gt;Caroline Valencia: i know that you are a wonderful person - don't let them destroy hat&lt;br /&gt;Caroline Valencia: once things get better here - you can come back - but as it is - we are encountering many problems...and then there is the UK thing...i don't want to move u from one place to another frequently&lt;br /&gt;curly: i wonder nga how billy and his sister adjusted there eh...i'm the returning student here...&lt;br /&gt;Caroline Valencia: u remember how it was like here? u were also having disagreements with most of the girls&lt;br /&gt;Caroline Valencia: and boys&lt;br /&gt;curly: no mom, the kids here, make kids at PSB look like &lt;br /&gt;Caroline Valencia: try not to be too sensitive...u are a lot better than most of the kids there...&lt;br /&gt;Caroline Valencia: i know - it's a lot different there. but do u really want to have a home study program instead? this will bore you and besides no one has enough time to teach you there&lt;br /&gt;curly: or i could take a gap year&lt;br /&gt;Caroline Valencia: what's a gap year?&lt;br /&gt;curly: its a year when you just take time off from schools like BA&lt;br /&gt;Caroline Valencia: oh no...that would be wasting much time...and besides once you do this you will not have the desire to go back again..&lt;br /&gt;curly: do you know how nasty they are? this one girl she kept toching my bra ok?&lt;br /&gt;Caroline Valencia: i understand how you feel now - really but then think of how much time would be wasted if you left school now....and besides - do you want to be called sue - highschool drop out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;curly: where am i going to college mom?&lt;br /&gt;Caroline Valencia: it depends....once UK IS ARRANGED, then you come with us - otherwise - you can take tests in UST or any school you want...UP would be very hard...in UST, you can stay with Billy&lt;br /&gt;curly: any school?&lt;br /&gt;curly: ?&lt;br /&gt;Caroline Valencia: yeah but Baguio is too far &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My dreams are crushed!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-115700783651467168?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115700783651467168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=115700783651467168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115700783651467168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115700783651467168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/08/dreams-get-crushed.html' title='Dreams get CRUSHED!'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-115659813069669213</id><published>2006-08-26T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T21:15:30.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pahabol...</title><content type='html'>patricia erpelo: ey sori sue..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo: i forgot to tell you i've got somethin to do&lt;br /&gt;curly: ohhh...so u gotta go&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo: sori to keep you waitn&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo: yeah, medyo lang..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo: dibale next time chat tayo uli..&lt;br /&gt;curly: frenster....msgibg&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo: and we have each othr's # naman diba&lt;br /&gt;curly: yeah&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo: thanks for your time baby!&lt;br /&gt;curly: bye te......love u ma! hehe&lt;br /&gt;curly: ur my mum ok&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo: and shouldn't you be doin your HW?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo: mum??&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo: no!!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo: hehehe&lt;br /&gt;curly: i dnt hve any&lt;br /&gt;curly: ...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo: ah ok..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo: ate nalan tawag mosaken&lt;br /&gt;curly: tc&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo: TC too!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo: mmmwauh!!&lt;br /&gt;curly: mwwwah&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo: &lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo: reagards k jc!&lt;br /&gt;curly: ok...tel josh hi&lt;br /&gt;curly: and pj and sara&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo: okidoki!!&lt;br /&gt;curly: :Z)&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo: bye for now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-115659813069669213?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115659813069669213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=115659813069669213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115659813069669213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115659813069669213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/08/pahabol.html' title='Pahabol...'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-115659736962842489</id><published>2006-08-26T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T21:02:49.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ended due to me being DC.... ps. ate tiza if ever u read this ....u sooooo rock! love u! mwah!</title><content type='html'>patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:47:01 PM): hi there!!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:47:05 PM): thanks for addin...&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:47:13 PM): hey ate tiza..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:47:15 PM): ur jc's sis ryt?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:47:20 PM): yes&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:47:21 PM): aba!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:47:26 PM): ate tiza huh!!!&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:47:51 PM): oh sorry....isnt that what they call used to call you?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:47:55 PM): where you at now?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:48:03 PM): that's ok..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:48:08 PM): oo yun tawag saken..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:48:20 PM): i'm jz glad&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:48:43 PM): so, hows it been? &lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:49:05 PM): im cool.. still here in baguio&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:49:14 PM): well of course im workin na&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:49:20 PM): oooohh...&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:49:24 PM): job mo?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:49:33 PM): your bro used to text me before when you got here&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:49:51 PM): part time tv host for chanl 55 sky cable&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:50:04 PM): and also a teacher for cyber skul here&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:50:08 PM): tv host?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:50:17 PM): yeah tv host..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:50:23 PM): just a local chanel&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:50:31 PM): im goin back to bahrain kase&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:50:45 PM): that's where i planned to wor for real...&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:51:04 PM): oh...cool. hey, hows kuya PJ? and ate SARAH?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:51:13 PM): they're all doin great..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:51:18 PM): pj is a DJ here..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:51:38 PM): sarah is the president of their skul, SC&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:51:58 PM): they've been excelling pa rin&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:52:00 PM): wow! mana kay kuya!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:52:18 PM): are you friends with pj?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:52:23 PM): san ka pala now?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:52:25 PM): YES....&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:52:31 PM): sa frndster?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:52:33 PM): nasa philippines...in las pinas&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:52:36 PM): yes&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:52:39 PM): ok..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:52:58 PM): well the last time uwuwi ako sa manila for interview&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:53:10 PM): pero bad timing kase bagyo diyan..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:53:20 PM): di rin ako mayado nakalabas..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:53:28 PM): ikaw, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:53:58 PM): i'm ok.... just pretty stressed coz i miss bahrain&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:54:01 PM): &lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:54:16 PM): what year are u?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:54:25 PM): third year&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:54:36 PM): ok, still got 1 year..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:54:51 PM): wat do u plan to take up?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:54:55 PM): in college?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:55:06 PM): journalism and literature&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:55:14 PM): that's great! &lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:55:21 PM): in SLU&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:55:30 PM): my course is journalism-broadcasting&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:55:37 PM): slu here?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:55:41 PM): yeahpatricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:55:47 PM): really now!!!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:56:06 PM): sino kasama mo pag dito ka aral?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:56:23 PM): no, see its just a plan...i'm not really sure yet&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:56:33 PM): ahhh...ic....&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:56:38 PM): but y not diba?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:56:49 PM): weather's pretty good here&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:56:58 PM): at least..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:57:03 PM): i totally LOVED it there! &lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:57:10 PM): great!!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:57:13 PM): me too!!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:57:24 PM): hehehe.. kaya nga dito kami lahat nag aral&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 6:58:48 PM): did u study in SLU?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:59:04 PM): UP &lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:59:29 PM): pati kuya pj..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 6:59:54 PM): pj 3rd year na..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:00:10 PM): yeaaahh... i know. taking up?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:00:34 PM): journalism-broadcasting, same as me..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:00:48 PM): and ate sarah...whats she planning to take?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:02:00 PM): planning to take nursing or biology course&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:02:07 PM): wow!&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:02:14 PM): honor student?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:02:25 PM): where's your kuya?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:02:43 PM): UST....with my other kuya...&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:03:30 PM): hes taking up HRM&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:04:14 PM): ok...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:04:21 PM): regards sa kanya ha..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:04:31 PM): miss ko na siya tell him...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:04:48 PM): ikaw aral ka mbuti k..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:06:55 PM): ok...&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:07:15 PM): tell kuya i said hi...and all the PSBians na rin there&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:07:24 PM): yeah sure!!!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:07:29 PM): mmmmwwwuah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:07:34 PM): hope to see you all soon!!&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:08:08 PM): yeah.. u gotta go na?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:08:27 PM): not really..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:08:49 PM): btw, testi ko ha...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:08:52 PM): hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:09:00 PM): my frndster din jc?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:09:02 PM): me too...u first...heeh&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:09:06 PM): yes...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:09:15 PM): add niya ako..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:09:20 PM): ok...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:09:20 PM): or give me nalang&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:09:34 PM): ok this is his friendster and ym...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:10:03 PM): which one?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:10:16 PM): jcvalencia07@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:10:23 PM): thats ym&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:10:33 PM): AND I THINK FRIENDSTER TOO...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:10:39 PM): ahhhh..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:10:42 PM): check!&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:10:53 PM): HEY TESTIIIIII....&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:10:56 PM): please&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:10:59 PM): &lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:11:21 PM): sure..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:11:21 PM): ikaw din!!&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:11:27 PM): right now?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:11:44 PM): if you have time&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:11:44 PM): of course..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:12:03 PM): MY NIECE IS USING THE COMP....&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:12:07 PM): HEEHEE&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:12:19 PM): ok..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:12:24 PM): make me one muna...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:12:35 PM): now na?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:13:18 PM): yes pls????&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:13:32 PM): i'll be thinkin what to say pa eh..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:13:42 PM): ok&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:14:13 PM): that requires alot of thinkin power??&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:14:32 PM): ok just think&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:15:24 PM): thank you po...&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:15:55 PM): sino pa kasama m0 in baguio na taga psb&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:16:47 PM): ate varj and dan..sa batch ko ha..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:16:57 PM): ok&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:17:27 PM): pero andito rin wawel, jeff, israel, kristian, xyza, zyrell&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:17:44 PM): si maria fe dito rin aral..slu&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:17:49 PM): dela cruz..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:17:59 PM): jeff paredes&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:18:12 PM): yup!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:18:25 PM): also joshua and jeremy ignacio&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:18:28 PM): ohmygosh&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:18:32 PM): y?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:18:45 PM): ohyeah i knew that one&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:18:58 PM): bakit ka shock?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:19:01 PM): i didnt know jeff was there&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:19:02 PM): is there somethin?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:19:07 PM): hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:19:11 PM): about you and jeff?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:19:42 PM): no.....&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:20:06 PM): hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:20:09 PM): jz kiddin..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:20:34 PM): jushjush &lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:23:25 PM): u get it&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:24:20 PM): josh?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:24:26 PM): sori can't relate..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:24:33 PM): yes&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:24:42 PM): ahhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:24:42 PM): be ryt back&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:24:45 PM): crush??&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:24:48 PM): sure&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:27:39 PM): oh no...i ...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:28:03 PM): what did you just do?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:28:18 PM): got pizza for my niece&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:28:26 PM): right???&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:28:29 PM): hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:28:31 PM): gimme soe&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:28:34 PM): some&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:28:59 PM): hahh.... here... *passes pizza to ate tiza!**&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:29:01 PM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:29:16 PM): what flavor?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:29:24 PM): cheeeessssse&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:29:28 PM): and?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:29:29 PM): plain?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:29:33 PM): meat&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:29:39 PM): kei..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:29:43 PM): more carbo...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:29:45 PM): oh no!!!!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:29:51 PM): seen my pix?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:29:57 PM): haha....yeah&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:30:03 PM): taba pa rin..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:30:10 PM): right&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:30:24 PM): no...ur actually ok&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:30:32 PM): uhmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:31:00 PM): what&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:31:23 PM): im taba kase..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:31:25 PM): hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:31:30 PM): very conscious..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:32:08 PM): ohhhh, &lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:34:20 PM): do u know that i cant walk straight&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:34:49 PM): yes.. naka wheelchair ka dati diba?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:34:56 PM): till now pa rin?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:35:14 PM): no. i actually got better&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:35:25 PM): good!!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:35:34 PM): nagpagamot ka?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:35:45 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:35:55 PM): where?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:36:01 PM): so u can walk na?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:36:16 PM): yeah but i still need therapy&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:36:29 PM): san ka nagpagamot?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:36:37 PM): ano ba sakit mo?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:36:49 PM): cerebral palsy&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:37:04 PM): ahh..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:37:18 PM): are you praying ba kase?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:37:43 PM): yes....&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:38:13 PM): you know what...can i just tell you something that is soooo admirable about kuya pj? &lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:38:23 PM): sure&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:39:26 PM): he's kinda the one who help me grow spiritually coz he always tells me to pray and all....so yeah&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:40:05 PM): i hope you're into that kind of attitide till now..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:40:12 PM): yeah....&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:40:15 PM): coz in prayer....&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:40:16 PM): yeah i am&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:40:23 PM): everything is possible for God!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:40:32 PM): good!!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:40:43 PM): i sooooo happy that my bro can minister to you&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:41:02 PM): and share that goodness to your family as well&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:41:13 PM): he prayed with me during graduation...you know...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:41:16 PM): don't keep it for yourself&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:41:24 PM): nice!!&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:42:19 PM): and like the program was going on... and hes like : lets pray you pass math... and i'm like..."what? right now...?" then he goes "yeah...now...ok take my hand...." then we started praying&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:42:34 PM): then the day we got the cards...i passed math&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:42:50 PM): see!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:43:08 PM): that's not kuya pj workin your grades ha.. &lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:43:33 PM): he became the tool for you to have faith in God through prayer&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:43:39 PM): check?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:43:49 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:44:27 PM): dapat answer mo saken check din!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:44:35 PM): gay linggo!!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:44:39 PM): u know UP...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:44:41 PM): hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:44:45 PM): oh...check...ok&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:44:46 PM): fun&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:44:51 PM): right!!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:45:44 PM): ur learning...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:45:44 PM): hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:45:44 PM): sometimes i had to talk this way..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:45:45 PM): not sometimes...i really make it a habbit na..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:45:47 PM): kase nga d pipol i used to hang out with mdyo liberal and loud talaga&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:45:54 PM): comapred sa environment sa PSB&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:46:03 PM): gets mo naman siguro?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:46:15 PM): yeah i can totally relate&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:47:05 PM): check!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:47:05 PM): &lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:47:12 PM): check....&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:47:21 PM): hey can i ask you something?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:47:25 PM): short hair ka...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:47:30 PM): yeah what is it?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:47:31 PM): yes&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:47:43 PM): im lookin at your pix kase&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:47:51 PM): have u seen josh lately?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:48:04 PM): yes..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:48:20 PM): he was actually one of our boarders here at home..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:48:28 PM): y?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:48:32 PM): oh...so is he there?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:49:10 PM): not anymore with us but he's here in baguio and also moving out near our house..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:49:23 PM): kapitbahay namin siya next month&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:49:32 PM): kasama niya jeremy and tita niya&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:49:33 PM): whhoooooo.....&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:49:35 PM): bakit?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:49:39 PM): wala lang...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:49:40 PM): bakit baby?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:49:43 PM): uy!!&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:49:45 PM): wala lsangcurly (8/26/2006 7:49:48 PM): *lang&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:49:55 PM): secret kay ate?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:50:06 PM): whats his titas name?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:50:17 PM): myrna..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:50:22 PM): tita elen's sis&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:50:34 PM): i know...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:50:58 PM): should i say hi to him for you?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:51:03 PM): yes&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:51:06 PM): or miss you?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:51:09 PM): hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:51:13 PM): yeah ...check...yeah &lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:51:21 PM): miss him loads....grabe&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:51:21 PM): right!!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:51:24 PM): check baby!!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:51:26 PM): hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:51:39 PM): wats your cp #?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:51:49 PM): its been forever.... i was supposed to see him there ...butr he said that day that tita wasnt there&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:51:50 PM): mine's 09205378305&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:52:03 PM): 09173776512&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:52:10 PM): ay globe..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:52:13 PM): tsk tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:52:15 PM): hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:52:18 PM): unli kase..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:52:36 PM): ooohh...&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:53:04 PM): im boring?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:53:54 PM): hu?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:53:56 PM): what?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:54:05 PM): me? am i boring u?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:54:19 PM): no..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:54:28 PM): y naman naisip un?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:54:38 PM): wala.....i just thougt...&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:54:59 PM): hey could u read my blog?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:55:04 PM): you thought wrong&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:55:10 PM): sure..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:55:27 PM): bonfunk.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:55:31 PM): jz wait..ha?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:56:20 PM): still a kid ba yung title?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:56:29 PM): joshie?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:56:48 PM): no, the in love thing...but the latest post is ....what ur reading...joshie&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:57:29 PM): read...MIRACLE the post entitled MIRACLE ..... and then u will relate&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 7:57:53 PM): check!&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 7:58:24 PM): u found it?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:00:20 PM): u can comment if u want&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:01:19 PM): are you still there?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:04:43 PM): aww, i was reading your thig..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:04:52 PM): and sad ending ha?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:04:58 PM): bakit siya nawala?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:05:40 PM): i was like crying when I said " yeah josh...but not you right?" he gor DC&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:05:43 PM): *got&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:06:05 PM): aww...&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:07:21 PM): so now u can relate?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:09:54 PM): yeah,,&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:09:54 PM): sad naman ako..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:09:54 PM): bad si josh!&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:10:03 PM): no...&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:10:33 PM): hes a swee!&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:13:28 PM): u know what that is?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:14:21 PM): no&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:14:39 PM): in luv ang baby ko ah!!!&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:15:05 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:15:11 PM): i so love him!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:15:25 PM): oh no!!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:15:34 PM): puppy love lag yan!!!!&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:15:46 PM): for 4 yrs&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:16:06 PM): yes, even though!!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:16:24 PM): you will still meet other guys when you're in college&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:16:49 PM): you're sweet and thoughtful....&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:17:02 PM): how can he not see that in you right?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:17:06 PM): thats what he said&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:17:15 PM): what he said?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:17:26 PM): yeah in the chat session&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:17:36 PM): what nga?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:17:41 PM): that???&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:17:46 PM): in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:18:13 PM): naku...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:18:19 PM): what can i advice you kaya???&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:22:30 PM): do u by any chance know where he is?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:22:55 PM): yes i know.. and we are seeing each other..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:23:00 PM): sa church...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:23:13 PM): tapos tita niya and mama are good friends&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:23:24 PM): kaya pumapasyal lang sila dito anytime&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:23:36 PM): wat gusto mo gawin ko ha???&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:23:50 PM): wala lang ....he doesnt care about me anyways&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:24:01 PM): hay ako...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:24:09 PM): kaya forget mo nalang siya...&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:24:27 PM): i cant i care bout him so much!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:24:53 PM): baby, learn to accept things easily..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:25:14 PM): na you guys are still young and still lookin for more experience&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:25:35 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:25:41 PM): check...i guess&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:25:57 PM): did he have a gf&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:26:35 PM): he had one..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:26:43 PM): pero matagal na un..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:26:47 PM): ngayon single siya&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:26:52 PM): CLAIRE?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:26:55 PM): older sa kanya yung girl&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:27:02 PM): yes, claire&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:27:20 PM): andito pa siya board samin ng times na yun&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:27:32 PM): 26?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:27:37 PM): last name?????&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:27:47 PM): naku don't get yourself pressured &lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:27:58 PM): di ko lam last name ni claire&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:28:04 PM): basta older sakanya..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:28:06 PM): morena&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:28:14 PM): slim and tall&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:28:14 PM): claire morena?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:28:23 PM): no, morena ang color ng skin&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:28:24 PM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:28:41 PM): bakit? he told you about claire?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:29:21 PM): yeah...i found out from xyza then i started bawling on the phone when i talked to him  like wahwahwah&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:30:12 PM): ok..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:30:18 PM): that was a long time ago na rin&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:30:24 PM): wala na sila..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:30:36 PM): and i think he knows what he's upto now..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:30:45 PM): and that is to study hard&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:30:47 PM): hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:31:32 PM): was it true that she was a mum?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:32:55 PM): yup!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:33:04 PM): my son na siya&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:33:06 PM): oh my....&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:33:15 PM): yeah..that was love for josh&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:33:49 PM): didnt he realize nA IF SHE MARRIES HIM HES THE FATHER?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:34:48 PM): baby, tapos na yun...&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:35:08 PM): tsaka he's over and completely done with claire&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:35:20 PM): sorry if i call you baby ha&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:35:26 PM): i like it&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:35:38 PM):  makes me feel special and all&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:35:49 PM): kase im kinda used to sayin that to those younger than me&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:35:58 PM): great!!&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:36:00 PM): check!!&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:36:23 PM): i miss him so much...its been forever!&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:37:34 PM): what course is he takin up?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:37:47 PM): engineering...e.c.e.&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:37:55 PM): sumthin like that..&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:38:01 PM): telecom?&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:39:37 PM): telecom communication?&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:41:33 PM): engineering ek ek..&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:41:39 PM): not sure talga&lt;br /&gt;patricia erpelo (8/26/2006 8:41:42 PM): sowee&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:42:06 PM): i know...u can print out thia converstion then let him read it&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:42:10 PM): *this&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:46:37 PM): sorr i ot DC&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:50:23 PM): i always get DC&lt;br /&gt;curly (8/26/2006 8:54:05 PM): ate tiza?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-115659736962842489?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115659736962842489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=115659736962842489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115659736962842489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115659736962842489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/08/ended-due-to-me-being-dc-ps-ate-tiza.html' title='ended due to me being DC.... ps. ate tiza if ever u read this ....u sooooo rock! love u! mwah!'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-115597943999175441</id><published>2006-08-19T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T17:24:00.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even If Joshie says that "i'm still a KID"</title><content type='html'>Kahit bata pa ako (kahit bata pa ako)&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong minamahal kita (minamahal kita)&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ito isang laro hindi ako nagbibiro&lt;br /&gt;Maypuso rin ako,&lt;br /&gt;Kahit bata pa ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu ba 'tong nararamdaman bakit ganito?&lt;br /&gt;Sa tuwing nakikita kita ako'y napapahinto&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y natataranta, at kinakabahan&lt;br /&gt;Sa tuwing dadaan ka saaking harapan...&lt;br /&gt;'Di ro maintindihan kayat lumapit sayo&lt;br /&gt;At una kang makausap ni-nerbiyos ako...&lt;br /&gt;At nawala nalang bigla ang aking kaba!&lt;br /&gt;Nang may nakita akong ngiti sa iyong maamong mukha&lt;br /&gt;Nakipag kilala ka inabot ang iyong kamay..&lt;br /&gt;Hangga't sa pag-uwi tayo ang magkasabay...&lt;br /&gt;Masayang nagkukulitan habang nag kukwentuhan..&lt;br /&gt;At kahit kailan hindi ko 'toh malilimutan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At magmula noon napalapit nako saiyo&lt;br /&gt;Masaya ako sa tuwing magkasama tayo..&lt;br /&gt;Sa tuwing papasok sa skuwela, hanggong sa paguwi..&lt;br /&gt;At pag nag lunch break lagi tayong magkatabi&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang tumutulong sa mga hamework ko at pagkatapos&lt;br /&gt;Sabay tayong naglalaro ng PS2 at ng ragnarok sa PC&lt;br /&gt;Nanonood ng gusto kong cartoons sa tv na Slamdunk o Dragonball Z..&lt;br /&gt;Nanjan siya kapag napagalitan ni dadi&lt;br /&gt;Hindi umaalis.. u never leave me alone..&lt;br /&gt;sinong di maaalis sa mga txt nia sa phone..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At para bang biglang nagunaw ang aking mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Nang mabasa ko ang liham na pnaaabot mo..&lt;br /&gt;Na kailangan mong lumisan at mang ibang bayan&lt;br /&gt;Kaya't saakin ikaw ay nagpaalam&lt;br /&gt;At 'di ko alam kung babalik ka..&lt;br /&gt;Kaya't para kong malaman na bigla nalanta..&lt;br /&gt;Na nawalan ng sigla unti-unting tumumba..&lt;br /&gt;Inaasam ka na kasama ka hanggang pagtanda..&lt;br /&gt;Pero kahit na mahirap toh' kailangan tanggapin..&lt;br /&gt;Kahit masakit 'toh kailangan tiisin...&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan 'tong gawin para iyong marating..&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga pangarap kailangan kong abutin&lt;br /&gt;At sana balang araw makita kang muli..&lt;br /&gt;At sana balang araw makasama kang muli..&lt;br /&gt;Tandaan mo lang na kahit saan ka mapunta...&lt;br /&gt;Na "KAHIT BATA LANG AKO MAHAL NA KITA"... ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love,&lt;br /&gt;**sooey**&lt;div 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KID&quot;'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-115590103581826680</id><published>2006-08-18T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T19:37:15.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Shux*</title><content type='html'>When I logged on to my YM about 5 minutes after I got home from school, this popped up:(offlne messages)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kuzain88:  (8/18/2006 4:25:54 PM): hello&lt;br /&gt;kuzain88: (8/18/2006 4:25:58 PM): mussed you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUWAT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You...&lt;em&gt;MUSSED&lt;/em&gt; me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered that in the keyboard the letter "U" is next to the letter "I". I figured it was a TYPO. He mIssed me. Awwww....but why is it past tense? MISSED?Ohhhhk...pero...aaahhh! He misses me daw! *Going Crrazzziiiii*... *shux*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-115590103581826680?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115590103581826680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=115590103581826680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115590103581826680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115590103581826680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/08/shux.html' title='*Shux*'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-115572676274806914</id><published>2006-08-16T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:53:33.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skippin' School? What the Heck is WRONG with ME? I hate SchoOl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Paris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/paris.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stylish and a little sassy, you were meant for Paris.&lt;br /&gt;The art, the fashion, the wine, the men!&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're enjoying the cafe life or a beautiful park...&lt;br /&gt;You'll love living in the most chic place on earth.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Rocker Girl!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/rocker-girl.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have musical talent, you've got a talent for picking out great CD's.&lt;br /&gt;Music rules your life - and you've got the best MP3 collection of anyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;Many guys find you intimidating, but a select few think you're the catch of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Start hanging out in more used record stores, and you'll find love with a fellow rocker!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;ohh...BLACKOUT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 47% Bitchy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/bitchy-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you're an average woman, with average moods. But sometimes... well, watch out!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you let your mean side get the better of you. And you enjoy every minute of it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Bitchy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You'll Find Love Online&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/wherewillyoufindlovequiz/online.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating in meatspace is way too complicated and time consuming for you&lt;br /&gt;You rather find a ton of guys at the click of a button&lt;br /&gt;So go on, and have some fun in your online dating adventure&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure perfectguy@mrright.com is who he says he is&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/wherewillyoufindlovequiz/"&gt;Where Will You Find Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatlovesongareyouquiz/music.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Me by Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is very intense and a little difficult to express.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatlovesongareyouquiz/"&gt;What Love Song Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Woman!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagirlorawomanquiz/woman.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you've made it to adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;You're emotionally mature, responsible, and unlikely to act out.&lt;br /&gt;You accept that life is hard - and do your best to keep things upbeat.&lt;br /&gt;This makes you the perfect girlfriend... or even wife!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouagirlorawomanquiz/"&gt;Are You A Girl Or a Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Date An Italian!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whichforeignguyshouldyoudatequiz/italy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love for old fashioned romance, with an old fashioned guy&lt;br /&gt;An Italian guy is the perfect candidate to be your prince charming&lt;br /&gt;If your head doesn't spin enough, just down another espresso with him&lt;br /&gt;Invest in a motorcycle helmet - and some carb blocker for all that pasta!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whichforeignguyshouldyoudatequiz/"&gt;Which Foreign Guy Should You Date?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Reputation Is: Mystery Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourreputationquiz/mystery-girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the girl that everyone is trying to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;Men are attracted to your intriguing persona - and women want to copy it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourreputationquiz/"&gt;What's Your Reputation?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Muse is Melpomene&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatmuseareyouquiz/melpomene.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most like this muse of tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;While you aren't depressed, you don't shy away from sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Although you do tend to be gloomy, you have a sensitive side.&lt;br /&gt;And this sensitive side helps inspire and help others.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatmuseareyouquiz/"&gt;What Muse Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-115572676274806914?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115572676274806914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=115572676274806914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115572676274806914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115572676274806914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/08/skippin-school-what-heck-is-wrong-with.html' title='Skippin&apos; School? What the Heck is WRONG with ME? I hate SchoOl...'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-115571404604608073</id><published>2006-08-16T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T19:32:45.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow up...</title><content type='html'>After I signed off this popped up :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio (8/14/2006 5:59:30 PM): &lt;ding&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...bagal mo pare! Love u! xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-115571404604608073?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115571404604608073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=115571404604608073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115571404604608073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115571404604608073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/08/follow-up.html' title='Follow up...'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-115554419575308133</id><published>2006-08-14T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T13:42:39.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle</title><content type='html'>curly: hey&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: hello&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: Hus this?&lt;br /&gt;curly: sue...oh gawd! you dont remember me?&lt;br /&gt;curly: &lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio is using a different version of Yahoo! Messenger with Voice (BETA). Certain features may be unavailable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio has signed back in. (8/14/2006 3:47 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: oh sorry I don't have your email&lt;br /&gt;curly: ha? u dont?&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: yup&lt;br /&gt;curly: ok ....whats ur name?&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: sam&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: just kidding&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: joshua&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: milby&lt;br /&gt;curly: hey u!&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: yes&lt;br /&gt;curly: hahaha...ok ok...so u remember me na?&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: of course naman&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: ikaw pa&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: lagi ka nga may message sa akin sa friendtser&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: pero sorry kung di me nakakaagreply minsan &lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: hindi ko sya masyadong binubuksan&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: hehe&lt;br /&gt;curly: ok lang....hey magingat ka...nglalandslide daw dyan?&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: oo natabunan nga ako eh hehe&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: ala lang magawa&lt;br /&gt;curly: hey...wanna talk?&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: ikaw ok lang naman&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: I'm just playing solitaire here&lt;br /&gt;curly: oh....marunung ka pala ha? hehe....&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: syempre naman&lt;br /&gt;curly: so...u know hoe 2 play chess&lt;br /&gt;curly: *how&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: yup&lt;br /&gt;curly: oh...hey, you know what...ang dami ng ngyayari sa buhay ko...&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: talaga I had no idea &lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: anu nangari sayo&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;curly: coz theres this guy&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: ok&lt;br /&gt;curly: wel...in...so ano ns ngyari sa lyf mo...&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: ok na ako&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: puro major subjects na&lt;br /&gt;curly: u knw what kuya may nangaasar sa akin sa skul...&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: sinu naman&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: ??&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: bakit ka  inaasar&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: ??&lt;br /&gt;curly: kasi nngliligaw siya&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: at least diba&lt;br /&gt;curly: yeah...but ...u knw&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: hindi ka ba kinikilig&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: ??&lt;br /&gt;curly: its juz sad&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: bakit?&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: why?&lt;br /&gt;curly: um....oh...forget i sed that&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: bakit&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: ??&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: nga&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: ??&lt;br /&gt;curly: wla&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: ikaw bahala ka your keeping secrets na naman.&lt;br /&gt;curly: u rily wna know?&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: ok lang naman kung ayw mo sabihin&lt;br /&gt;curly: on....rily...ok...i'll tel u&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: ok then&lt;br /&gt;curly: um coz ...u know...u cnt answer someone wen u love someone else&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: sinu naman yun?&lt;br /&gt;curly: joshua....u dnt remember highschool?&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: ahh ganun&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: well mabe its just still normal for you&lt;br /&gt;curly: whats normal?&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: the in love thing but maybe somone in your life will come.&lt;br /&gt;curly: so u say that u remember 4th year?&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: syempre naman&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: ur still kid marami ka pa pagdadaanan&lt;br /&gt;curly: jus mot u ryt?&lt;br /&gt;curly: *not&lt;br /&gt;curly: yeah i get that&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: what do ou mean&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: ??&lt;br /&gt;curly: ah...wala....sori wrong send&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; curly: so, hows the whole "in love" thing goin for u?&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: no love I am single and I enjoy being single&lt;br /&gt;curly: haha....ohhh...ok...so ...testi ko asan?&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: anu testi&lt;br /&gt;curly: testimonial ko sa friendster asan...wek?&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: hindi ko na nga binubuksan&lt;br /&gt;curly: hey u knw what....i got a new crush na&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: sinu &lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: ??&lt;br /&gt;curly: his nme is andrei ignacio&lt;br /&gt;curly: ok boring na ko no?&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: hindi ok lang&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: enjoy me sayo&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: hehe(about a million times...this is shortened)&lt;br /&gt;curly: hey we didnt get a chance to meet sa baguio ha? &lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: weh&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: that sad&lt;br /&gt;curly: u wnated to c me??? tlga?&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: yes but i dont have pamasahe&lt;br /&gt;curly: ah...ok...suuuuper binadtrip mo ko&lt;br /&gt;joshua ignacio: bakit nman&lt;br /&gt;curly: wala lng....nkaka sad lng...hey u knw the son "kahit bata pa ako?"&lt;br /&gt;curly: At para bang biglang nagunaw ang aking mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Nang mabasa ko ang liham na pnaaabot mo..&lt;br /&gt;Na kailangan mong lumisan at mang ibang bayan&lt;br /&gt;Kaya't saakin ikaw ay nagpaalam&lt;br /&gt;At 'di ko alam kung babalik ka..&lt;br /&gt;Kaya't para kong malaman na bigla nalanta..&lt;br /&gt;Na nawalan ng sigla unti-unting tumumba..&lt;br /&gt;Inaasam ka na kasama ka hanggang pagtanda..&lt;br /&gt;Pero kahit na mahirap toh' kailangan tanggapin..&lt;br /&gt;Kahit masakit 'toh kailangan tiisin...&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan 'tong gawin para iyong marating..&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga pangarap kailangan kong abutin&lt;br /&gt;At sana balang araw makita kang muli..&lt;br /&gt;At sana balang araw makasama kang muli..&lt;br /&gt;Tandaan mo lang na kahit saan ka mapunta...&lt;br /&gt;Na "KAHIT BATA LANG AKO MAHAL NA KITA"... ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curly: ang corny&lt;br /&gt;curly: san si kuya jeh?&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;curly: hellow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-115554419575308133?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115554419575308133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=115554419575308133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115554419575308133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115554419575308133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/08/miracle.html' title='Miracle'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-115477341616987254</id><published>2006-08-05T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T18:23:36.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams finished....</title><content type='html'>Finally! Exams are done! I don't know with the others but those Chemistry and Geom exams were the longest I have ever took! Eight pages...imagine! HUH...Provong triangles...algebra! Wek! Chem? Well, mostly objective. I just didn't get the atomic numbera and all the jazz I missed when my left eye swelled up. If there is one thing I learned about that school this week,is that: &lt;strong&gt;"It's every man for himself in BA."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM did'nt even teach me that well. He was talking too fast for me to undertand anything he said. Anyhow, I am so relieved and happy the torture's over! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We had a family reunion today, so I had to wake up super early. We went to Don Bosco to celebrate the 25th anniversary of Sister Sue's being a nun. No, not me...my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The songs they sang during the mass were mostly from the choir of BA. It made me miss it! ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I really really really totally wanna get back! If there is one thing that is good about that school...it's the choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Haha... Ok...now I must must MUST hang out with my niece Mikee...and my brothers...who think I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FAT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;*ouch*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-115477341616987254?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115477341616987254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=115477341616987254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115477341616987254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115477341616987254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/08/exams-finished.html' title='exams finished....'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-115426309400932801</id><published>2006-07-30T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T20:38:14.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Life just totally and completely sucks...doesn't it? Screw it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-115426309400932801?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115426309400932801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=115426309400932801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115426309400932801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115426309400932801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/07/life.html' title='Life ....'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-115410763143230554</id><published>2006-07-29T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T01:27:11.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off Lexi's LJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Color Is Red-Orange&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/red-orange.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are warm, sensitive, and focused on your personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become defensive and critical if you feel attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loyal - but you demand the respect you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very affectionate and inspire trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I Respected?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is an incubator for good ideas, it just takes a while for them to develop.&lt;br /&gt;But when you think of something, watch out!&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts tend to be huge, and they come on quickly -  like an explosion.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be quiet around others, unless you're inspired by your next big idea.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8E8FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your New Year's Resolutions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FCF3FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyournewyearsresolutionbequiz/newyears.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Get a pet monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Eat more oysters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Travel to Holland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Study time travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Get in shape with water skiing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyournewyearsresolutionbequiz/"&gt;What Should Your New Year's Resoluton Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/mountain.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a great communicator. You have a real way with words.&lt;br /&gt;You're never at a loss to explain what you mean or how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;People find it easy to empathize with you, no matter what your situation.&lt;br /&gt;When you're up, you make everyone happy. But when you're down, everyone suffers.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE5DE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF5EE"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are calm and rational.&lt;br /&gt;You are also giving and kind - a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy going and trusting.&lt;br /&gt;However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mocha Frappuccino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorfrappuccinoareyouquiz/mocha.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyper and driven, you'll take your caffeine any way you can get it.  Frappuccinos are good, but you'd probably chew coffee beans in a crunch!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorfrappuccinoareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Frappuccino Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" 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;strong&gt;Your Mommy Is Britney Spears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whosyourmommyquiz/britney-spears.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What You Call Her:&lt;/strong&gt; Big Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What people say about yo momma:&lt;/strong&gt; Yo momma so ugly she looks out the window and got arrested for mooning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourmommyquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Mommy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&gt;So technically I was born just months after her sister Jamie Lynn and I am the older sister of Sean Preston? But I'm from a different father? &lt;br /&gt;Oooohh...Justin?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Big Bird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/big-bird.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talented, smart, and friendly... you're also one of the sanest people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually feeling: Happy. From riding a unicycle to writing poetry, you have plenty of hobbies to keep you busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are famous for: Being a friend to everyone. Even the grumpiest person gets along with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you life your life: Joyfully. "Super. Duper. Flooper."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/"&gt;The Sesame Street Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-115410763143230554?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115410763143230554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=115410763143230554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115410763143230554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115410763143230554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/07/off-lexis-lj.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Off Lexi&apos;s LJ&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-115390992945600395</id><published>2006-07-26T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T20:06:24.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nowadays it's all like...</title><content type='html'>Bad Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the moment I need at the most&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at 6 and then magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays my blue skies fade to grey&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows my passion's gone away&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a new high just to hit a new low&lt;br /&gt;I'm faking a smile when the bell rings I go&lt;br /&gt;Damn it my life's been way off line&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces everytime&lt;br /&gt;My God! Just leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to take one down&lt;br /&gt;I sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know&lt;br /&gt;I don't lie&lt;br /&gt;I try to work at a smile and go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;I'm getitng back down and I really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;I really had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a blue sky holiday&lt;br /&gt;My classmates they laugh at what I say&lt;br /&gt;I just don't give a shit bout them at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Just taking one down&lt;br /&gt;i try sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know&lt;br /&gt;I don't lie&lt;br /&gt;I work at a smile and then I  go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting back down and I really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;Coz I  had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh.. in BA...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the unexplained&lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong&lt;br /&gt;I might not make it on the honor roll but I'll bust my ass to get on&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not that strong&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yeah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the moment when I need it the most&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up by 6 then all dreams are lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to take one down&lt;br /&gt;I try sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know&lt;br /&gt;I don't lie&lt;br /&gt;Try work at a smile and I go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;I just had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;So sorry I lied&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare do it one more time&lt;br /&gt;Coz I had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-115390992945600395?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115390992945600395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=115390992945600395' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115390992945600395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115390992945600395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/07/nowadays-its-all-like.html' title='Nowadays it&apos;s all like...'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-115277266535031208</id><published>2006-07-13T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T20:17:13.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying Class Suspension!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;COOKIE COOKIE...COOKIE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Chocolate Chip Cookie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcookieareyouquiz/chocolate-chip-cookie.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional and conservative, most people find you comforting.&lt;br /&gt;You're friendly and easy to get to know. This makes you very popular - without even trying!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcookieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Cookie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMMER SONGS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 2006 Summer Anthem Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyour2006summeranthemquiz/stars.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyour2006summeranthemquiz/songs/starsareblind.php"&gt;Stars Are Blind by Paris Hilton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can make you nice and naughty&lt;br /&gt;Be the devil and angel too&lt;br /&gt;Got a heart and soul and body&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what this love can do&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm perfect for you"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyour2006summeranthemquiz/"&gt;What's Your 2006 Summer Anthem?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;Oh! How coincedental! I'm listenong to this song right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-115277266535031208?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115277266535031208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=115277266535031208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115277266535031208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115277266535031208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/07/enjoying-class-suspension.html' title='Enjoying Class Suspension!!!'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-115228081428830219</id><published>2006-07-07T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T22:24:06.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Dream....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you wanna be somebody,if you wanna go somewhere,you better wake up and pay attention"&lt;br /&gt;                                        -Sister Act II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  For all the people who have read this blog, you probably know that my biggest dream is to be part of the choir. Wednesday was the shittiest day if the week for me. I quit SIGLO. Althroughout Music that day I was so glum. Finally Teacher B. asked me why. She said "Will you not be able to attend this afternoon?" I didn't answer her. At the end of Music period, she asked me to sit down after the whole class left the room. She said again "What's the problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could respond was : "Kasi po ma'am..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That was all I had to say. My voice was shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me and said : "You're quitting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I couldn't look her in the eye. If I did I knew the tears would fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am yes." (as in iiyak na talaga 'ko!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Ma'am, kasi po kailangan ko pong mag-adjust..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***and the rest is not important...***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said sorry and walked out of teh Music Room, looking at my name on the SIGLO list outside...and walking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've read this blog...you'd know that my weakest subject is Maths. Geometry is something we didn't take up in PSB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is so funny how Maths always ruins my life huh? I didn't fail Math YET. That's why I made a "decision" early.So as to pass this sem. It wasn't really a decision I wanted to make. It was something I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have a dream...that is to be oart of the choir. I achieved it...and it shattered right before my eyes. DAMN! Third year is so hard! Soooo HARRRRD! Sometimes I just think to myself..."Gawd! Cut me some slack!" Do you know what it is like to have a DREAM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mass sucked today. SIGLO led the mass in choir. All mass long I thought to myself : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I am not supposed to be sitting next to MM rigth now, I'm supposd to be up there!...singing!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have "adjust" and get back next sem. I just have to!!!!!!! I will...I will but my ass to be able to be back next sem! In the meantime...Gawd! I am sooo pissed! Pissed! PISSED! WWWWWAAAAHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-115228081428830219?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115228081428830219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=115228081428830219' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115228081428830219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115228081428830219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-dream.html' title='I Have a Dream....'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-115175370384128233</id><published>2006-07-01T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T18:09:24.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blur...</title><content type='html'>Nowadays weeks just past by and I don't even notice. I know it's been two weeks but I have not updated my journal in over a month. My journal is dead. RIP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Alot of things have been going on lately. I made the school choral group (SIGLO Chorale). I am actually soprano! Due to being in the choir I now go home at six thirty on Mondays and Wednesdays. I also make all types of friends from this club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In a matter of two weeks the seat plan has been changed, so I no longer sit at the back next to AJ. So no more kausap! :(( (Except of course pagkamusic time tapos ng lunch on Monday, Wednesday, and second and fourth Friday) For about three days I sat next to Mart. Then I got switch seat with Karla, so I now sit in front next to the smartest kid in class---Migz Maniego. Ang gulo no? But well, whatever. Now I sit in front and it has sort of become a reflex to raise my hand when he raises his! SABAY! Hehe... When I sit next to him I feel stupid(sometimes)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The class wants me to run for president against Migz. From that I know that winnig will never happen for me,ever! But still...fingers crossed right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; President? ME? Yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh yeah...and on June 23 I adopted a virtual pet on the internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- BEGIN bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/showpet.php?b=bWM9bW9ua2V5LnN3ZiZjbHI9MHg5YzZhMDAmY249bW9ua2V5IGJvbmUmYW49c29vZXk="&gt;&lt;img src="http://petimage.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/petimage/bWM9bW9ua2V5LnN3ZiZjbHI9MHg5YzZhMDAmY249bW9ua2V5IGJvbmUmYW49c29vZXk=.png" width="250" height="300" border="0" alt="my pet!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang ...shinare ko lang. Kyut eh!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was this thing that happened in Chemistry sometime last week. It really pissed me off! I do not even wanna mention it! :(( grrrrrrr!!.... Here's something though...I was assigned(along with the brainy people of the class) to attend to a learning station in the lab that day,,,and so i aced the quiz! Ha! That's the positive side...negative? Akin na lang yon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-115175370384128233?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115175370384128233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=115175370384128233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115175370384128233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115175370384128233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/07/blur.html' title='Blur...'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-115045948988729761</id><published>2006-06-16T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T20:04:49.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Miss Piggy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/miss-piggy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total princess and diva, you're totally in charge - even if people don't know it.&lt;br /&gt;You want to be loved, adored, and worshiped. And you won't settle for anything less.&lt;br /&gt;You're going to be a total star, and you won't let any of the "little people" get in your way.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, piggy, never eat more than you can lift!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Muppet Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;Ohhhhh...Miss Piggy?? The hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Love Is a Cancer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/cancer.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you'll love a Cancer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer's loyal and sincere heart makes your own sensitive heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;Caring and devoted, a Cancer will take the lead in pursuing you - and not give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a Cancer will love you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're laid back enough to deal with Cancer's little mood swings and freak-outs.&lt;br /&gt;A fellow homebody, you know how make Cancer comfortable and at home with you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/"&gt;What Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;Are you sure he's not a GEMINI?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-115045948988729761?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115045948988729761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=115045948988729761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115045948988729761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115045948988729761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/06/double-post.html' title='Double Post...'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-115045516537581280</id><published>2006-06-16T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T21:03:53.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSBian Forever!</title><content type='html'>The first week of school for B.A.students just finished. OK fine. I can say that the school is actually OK. But I can't deny that I still miss PSB so much! Especially now that I just found out that Sir Julius is the adviser of the Third Year class at PSB. I also miss Sir, because English period sucks without him! The teacher is a woman named A.M. She is so boring! All she ever asks us to do is read the SRA. For the SRA color, she gave me BLUE! This teacher does not understand that I love her subject, but she's the one making it boring. I miss Sir Julius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As for my classmates, they're pretty OK. My seatmates S. and A.J. are really great and easy to get along with. I just hate the fact that they do not know the meaning of the word "procrastinate". I am shocked. They think I'm half American because I can speak English well. In Chemistry, the other day, I solved what they liked to call a "wrap around". I matched all the studies of Chemistry and they think I am the valedictorian. Excuse me. Thank you, but, no...I am far from "valedictorian". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I hate about B.A:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) They tend to make things so complicated. Our first assignment was to memorize what they called "A Flag Retreat Prayer". It was so long. I memorized it in one weekend though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The schedule sucks! If people thought that the schedule in PSB was long... check this out : the schedule in BA is from 7:15 am to 5:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I hate the fact that the student call the teachers " 'Cher". It just down right irritates me! Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I don't like it that the students are on a first name basis with the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Teachers are so borinng. They only teache what they are "tasked" to teach. They don't teach the facts of life to the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) T.A. is so damn boring! She almost makes me hate the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) A.J.said that Bloomfield is too blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I hate the fact that the highschool students are not called highschool students. They are called CLUSTER C students! The hell! CLUSTER C? Where's the challenge in that????!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The closest thing I have to PSB right now is Aaron Mabini and his sister Rizaline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I brought Lopburi (the deranged monkey, who was hidden in a box in Guagua to the point of insanity) to school for an assignment in AP yesterday, and the class loved him! Especially A.J., who kept Lopburi beside him in his seat for the whole day because the monkey was so cute. He even nicknamed it "Monkey bone" because according to him, it looked like the monkey in the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I still have a hard time singing the words of the BA school song. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hail B.A., to you we pledge our loyalty..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wherever we lead and live, out loyalty to you we pledge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sounds familiar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well see, the answer is simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The answer is : &lt;strong&gt;PSBian forever!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-115045516537581280?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115045516537581280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=115045516537581280' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115045516537581280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/115045516537581280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/06/psbian-forever.html' title='PSBian Forever!'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-114987665869594905</id><published>2006-06-10T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T02:10:58.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jopet chat sesh....</title><content type='html'>curly: jop?&lt;br /&gt;john chris: hey sue&lt;br /&gt;john chris: how u doin?&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;curly: oh sorry...&lt;br /&gt;john chris: hey&lt;br /&gt;john chris: how u doin?&lt;br /&gt;curly: ummm...i'm just here. medyo stressed.&lt;br /&gt;john chris: wer u?&lt;br /&gt;curly: home.&lt;br /&gt;john chris: y u stressed?&lt;br /&gt;john chris: isnt it late der?&lt;br /&gt;curly: well, school just started here and all...&lt;br /&gt;john chris: k&lt;br /&gt;john chris: how was it?&lt;br /&gt;curly: mind boggling.&lt;br /&gt;john chris: yt?&lt;br /&gt;john chris: y?&lt;br /&gt;curly: coz, well, i juz miss psb.&lt;br /&gt;john chris: ahh&lt;br /&gt;john chris: hows ur skul der?&lt;br /&gt;john chris: wats it like?&lt;br /&gt;curly: hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;curly: nothing like psb&lt;br /&gt;john chris: k&lt;br /&gt;john chris: is it better or worse?&lt;br /&gt;curly: lalaala....worst&lt;br /&gt;john chris: how come?&lt;br /&gt;curly: i dummo maybe its juz coz i miss ya'll&lt;br /&gt;john chris: wats wrong wid ur new skul?&lt;br /&gt;curly: lotza kidz....&lt;br /&gt;curly: i juz miss psb is all&lt;br /&gt;curly: i gez&lt;br /&gt;john chris: is it a public school?&lt;br /&gt;curly: no&lt;br /&gt;curly: psb has "our" first day 2morow&lt;br /&gt;john chris: yeah they do&lt;br /&gt;curly: i miss it&lt;br /&gt;john chris: me too&lt;br /&gt;curly: sooooo much&lt;br /&gt;curly: u goin to first day?&lt;br /&gt;john chris: i want to but i cant&lt;br /&gt;curly: y?&lt;br /&gt;john chris: got training tom.&lt;br /&gt;curly: ohh&lt;br /&gt;john chris: in the hotel&lt;br /&gt;john chris: remember&lt;br /&gt;curly: ohyah&lt;br /&gt;john chris: i told u bout that right?&lt;br /&gt;curly: yea&lt;br /&gt;john chris: k&lt;br /&gt;john chris: hows bil?&lt;br /&gt;curly: im writing to sir ryt now&lt;br /&gt;john chris: is he there?&lt;br /&gt;curly: no asleep&lt;br /&gt;john chris: wat u going to tell him?&lt;br /&gt;curly: nothin really...juzt...stuff&lt;br /&gt;curly: mis ko lang eh&lt;br /&gt;john chris: k&lt;br /&gt;john chris: mis ko rin yun&lt;br /&gt;john chris: the best teacher&lt;br /&gt;john chris: and friedn&lt;br /&gt;john chris: friend&lt;br /&gt;curly: im crying&lt;br /&gt;john chris: y?&lt;br /&gt;curly: its jzu sad is all u knw?&lt;br /&gt;john chris: huh?&lt;br /&gt;curly: sad&lt;br /&gt;john chris: y?&lt;br /&gt;john chris: y sad?&lt;br /&gt;curly: i dunno&lt;br /&gt;john chris: dont be&lt;br /&gt;john chris: there nothing to be sad about right?&lt;br /&gt;curly: Dearest Sir Calangan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! How are you Sir? I hope you're OK. Well, it is 1 am here in the Philippines, I just felt like writing to someone is all. &lt;br /&gt;curly: (sucks?)&lt;br /&gt;john chris: just look at all the gud things thats happend to u!!&lt;br /&gt;john chris: no it does not suck&lt;br /&gt;john chris: cuz it comes from ur heart&lt;br /&gt;curly: i juz never really got an opportunity to thank him you know? &lt;br /&gt;john chris: then thank him&lt;br /&gt;john chris: stop crying&lt;br /&gt;john chris: he knows&lt;br /&gt;curly: what?&lt;br /&gt;curly: knows?&lt;br /&gt;john chris: i mean cguro alam nya na maraming nagmamahal rin sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;john chris: well i kinda miss him too u know&lt;br /&gt;john chris: u dont have to cry&lt;br /&gt;john chris: il tell him u miss him and il tell him u sed thnks for everything&lt;br /&gt;curly: is it IT'S or ITS?&lt;br /&gt;curly: if you wanna say it is&lt;br /&gt;john chris: Don't let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, and trust also in me. There is more than enough room in my Father's home … When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am.” (John 14:1-3 NLT)&lt;br /&gt;curly: thanks&lt;br /&gt;john chris: Jesus said that&lt;br /&gt;curly: yeah&lt;br /&gt;john chris: u can say it's&lt;br /&gt;john chris: or it is&lt;br /&gt;john chris: up to u&lt;br /&gt;curly: &lt;br /&gt;I just started school here in the Philippines. I go to a school called Bloomfield Academy. I guess the school year starts tomorrow for you guys at PSB huh? Well, good luck Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering why I wrote to you. It is because &lt;br /&gt;curly: (read it!)&lt;br /&gt;john chris: I am dude&lt;br /&gt;john chris: dont worry&lt;br /&gt;john chris: kip goin&lt;br /&gt;curly: You must be wondering why I wrote to you. It is because I think I forgot to thank you for everything on the last day of last school year. &lt;br /&gt;john chris: ok&lt;br /&gt;curly: dude, cud u check da meanin of "ironic in the dictionary&lt;br /&gt;john chris: ironic is like&lt;br /&gt;john chris: weird or parang out of ordinary&lt;br /&gt;john chris: its like u wudnt expect it&lt;br /&gt;john chris: and its like ironic&lt;br /&gt;john chris: teka&lt;br /&gt;curly: r u shure coz dis is the english t'cher i'm writing 2 &lt;br /&gt;john chris: hhe&lt;br /&gt;john chris: ayus lang yan&lt;br /&gt;john chris: ano ka ba&lt;br /&gt;john chris: its sir&lt;br /&gt;curly: eyah,,,i know&lt;br /&gt;john chris: ironic is like something that happened that u wudnt expect&lt;br /&gt;curly: his frendster pic is the one of his son dba?&lt;br /&gt;john chris: dunno.. wats his email add?&lt;br /&gt;curly: i dunno&lt;br /&gt;curly: frendster lng tong letter&lt;br /&gt;john chris: how u gonna send him a message den?&lt;br /&gt;john chris: ahh&lt;br /&gt;john chris: wats his friendster name?&lt;br /&gt;curly: So, I guess this is the best opportunity I can get right now. Yes, through Friendster...ironic right? But I really, really, mean it! I promise.&lt;br /&gt;curly: (julius&lt;br /&gt;john chris: its not ironic&lt;br /&gt;john chris: cuz it can be expected&lt;br /&gt;curly: umm...&lt;br /&gt;curly: omne of his word power!&lt;br /&gt;curly: uhhmmm&lt;br /&gt;john chris: y dont u use...&lt;br /&gt;john chris: teka&lt;br /&gt;curly: Sir, I want to say thank you to you, not only for all the lessons you have taught me in the classroom, but also for the things you've taught me about life and reality.&lt;br /&gt;curly: Sir, I want to say thank you to you, not only for all the lessons you have taught me in the classroom, but also for the things you've taught me about life and reality. Thank you for being such a great teacher, friend and father figure. *Laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir, I want to say thank you to you, not only for all the lessons you have taught me in the classroom, but also for the things you've taught me about life and reality. Thank you for being such a great teacher, friend and father figure. *Laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john chris: try promiscuous&lt;br /&gt;curly: da hell jop&lt;br /&gt;john chris: y u lauhs&lt;br /&gt;john chris: laugh&lt;br /&gt;curly: flirt?????? philander? &lt;br /&gt;john chris: oops&lt;br /&gt;john chris: whahaah&lt;br /&gt;john chris: never mind&lt;br /&gt;john chris: dont hav a gud word for u 2day&lt;br /&gt;john chris: whaha&lt;br /&gt;curly: you think the last paragraph was good?&lt;br /&gt;john chris: as long as it comes rom your heart&lt;br /&gt;curly: it does&lt;br /&gt;john chris: then its awesome&lt;br /&gt;john chris: whats the diff. betwen brown out and power shortage&lt;br /&gt;curly: brown out is like when your lights and electricity turn off....power shortage is when...well, they r prity mutz d same&lt;br /&gt;john chris: whaha&lt;br /&gt;curly: what yr were u in gr 6?&lt;br /&gt;john chris: ha?&lt;br /&gt;curly: wat yr did u graduate in gr school?&lt;br /&gt;john chris: hmm&lt;br /&gt;curly: ...&lt;br /&gt;john chris: 2002 ata&lt;br /&gt;john chris: y?&lt;br /&gt;curly: basta&lt;br /&gt;john chris: k&lt;br /&gt;curly: I mean, what teacher would listen to my poetry? What teacher would bring out the best in me? (Sir, if you think I am joking...I'm not!). What teacher would listen to all the silly haikus I compose? Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What teacher would possibly listen to his student talk about...well, *Nivea and Lalalalalalala*...(your 2nd year student batch 2001-2002?...still smitten by the way...)...Tell me! Who does that???&lt;br /&gt;curly: I mean, what teacher would listen to my poetry? What teacher would bring out the best in me? (Sir, if you think I am joking...I'm not!). What teacher would listen to all the silly haikus I compose? Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What teacher would possibly listen to his student talk about...well, *Nivea and Lalalalalalala*...(your 2nd year student batch 2001-2002?...still smitten by the way...)...Tell me! Who does that???&lt;br /&gt;john chris: I do that&lt;br /&gt;john chris: !!!I TELL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;john chris: whaha&lt;br /&gt;john chris: joke&lt;br /&gt;john chris: its nice curl&lt;br /&gt;curly: I miss the fun memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new English teacher is Miss Anna, she's not that interesting. *Yawn* Would you believe that Bloomfield does not even have an English Club? Or a school newspaper? They don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my new classmates do not believe me when I tell them that I am pure Filipino. Hmmm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john chris: WHAHA&lt;br /&gt;john chris: COOL&lt;br /&gt;john chris: syempre curl&lt;br /&gt;john chris: you rock!!&lt;br /&gt;john chris: WE DONT EVEN HAVE A SCHOOL NEWSPAPER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;john chris: CUZ OF ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;john chris: WHAHA&lt;br /&gt;curly: tanglaw rocks.&lt;br /&gt;john chris: yeh its ok&lt;br /&gt;john chris: sinong tinamad&lt;br /&gt;curly: The students here do not even know the meaning of "procrastination". WORD POWER! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now Sir! It is 2 in the morning and I am getting sleepy. Will write again soon OK? Good luck on the first day. Mwehehe...Lucky are those who go thru Sir JC! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john chris: heheh&lt;br /&gt;curly: Just continue to make high school great for the students there OK? Miss you guys soooo much! Give all (*Aheeem* Especially all the teachers and Iggins*) the PSB students my love. Take care. Do write back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue Valencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john chris: ok&lt;br /&gt;curly: is that good?&lt;br /&gt;john chris: nice&lt;br /&gt;john chris: gud&lt;br /&gt;john chris: great&lt;br /&gt;john chris: awesome&lt;br /&gt;john chris: 3 stars&lt;br /&gt;john chris: no 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;curly: hahaa&lt;br /&gt;john chris: make it 7 stars&lt;br /&gt;curly: thanks jop. well, as i said in the letter, i gotta go....love u and miss u sooo muccccchhh (u wont even know how muchhhh!!!) mwwwwwaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;john chris: Miss u too curl...love u 2&lt;br /&gt;curly: mwwah&lt;br /&gt;john chris: bye&lt;br /&gt;john chris: take care&lt;br /&gt;john chris: and Godbless&lt;br /&gt;curly: gb&lt;br /&gt;john chris: &lt;br /&gt;john chris: spread God's love&lt;br /&gt;curly:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-114987665869594905?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114987665869594905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=114987665869594905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114987665869594905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114987665869594905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/06/jopet-chat-sesh.html' title='Jopet chat sesh....'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-114933666173386118</id><published>2006-06-03T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T20:17:55.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>"Start a new life in a new place forget what must be forgotten and try to face things dat cant happen..and dont force urself to stand on one shoes forever try a new shoes to live ryt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its a feeling dat come and go...it hurts but it dont bleed...it ran but never stops...it never shows but its forever yours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its crazy cause its a hot air around &lt;br /&gt;kaya pag nararamdaman mo something is cool its around u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-114933666173386118?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114933666173386118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=114933666173386118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114933666173386118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114933666173386118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/06/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-114924228873737948</id><published>2006-06-02T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T18:25:48.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pressure Continues...</title><content type='html'>When is the pressure ever going to end? Yesterday I completely snapped at an adult. I know it's completely wrong to get pissed at an adult, and I know it is reaaaally wrong to snap at Auntie Choo Choo (who is currently crashing at Las Pinas), but she was just sooo pressuring and...*grrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So this is how it went okay? She asked me to stay with her for the night in the middle room, which is supposed to be my room, so we could tell stories about my past in Bahrain, JS Prom, and all that. I assure you that I was all for that, but then she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's talk about Joshua."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhkay. JOSHUA? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How the heck did she find out about him? So, apparently, Mikee made &lt;strong&gt;chismis&lt;/strong&gt; about me to her while she was crashing with Auntie Edith. I got so mad and hysterical! I was sooo mad at Mikee! But I can no longer be mad at the sweetie because she's my niece, and she's just an 8-year-old. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I mean, I didn't want Auntie Choo to find out because, you know how she gets? Everyone in my family knows about Joshie...and I am totally cool with it I swear! I guess it's just healthy that they do. Everybody can know, but puh-lees just not...NOT Auntie Choo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Everybody  in my family has a normal reaction to the whole Joshua thingy. So I feel comfortable telling them about it because they dig me...but she just...well, doesn't! She doesn't have a normal reaction everytime she finds out that my cousins and siblings ahve some sort of "thing" for someone. Evry single one of us! SHe has an opinion about JC and Joan. She has something ot say about Kuya Bobby and "whoever"...and all of us! EVERYONE! She gets mad...at everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So, when she found out...she was sooo mad at me. She was all like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Joshua Joshua...blah-di-blah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer while were at Funeraria Paz, she got a hold of my phone, and saw all the text messages from him...then she was all like : "Halika nga dito! Pst! Sino 'tong Joshuang 'to?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*on and on and on it goes.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While she was making sermon, I was just thinking to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Now, this is why I didn't want her to find out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Luckily, Kuya Bobby called. He spoke to me for about fifteen minutes or so, which saved me somehow. We talked about how Auntie Choo is always like that. And how I should just "hang in there"... Kuya Bobby said that she is always like that, even to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gawd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After the phone conversation, which I totally thank Kuya B for, it went on. She told me that I was like my brother Kuya JC, and that Billy was the greatest, and most respectful of us all! Then I was sooo pissed, I just couldn't hold it anymore so I shot back : "Ede siya na lang paborito mo!" Then, I said the F word. But, I didn't mean to. She was just pushing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I mean, I know that I grew up with her when I was in First Grade and all, and that she sees me as a baby, I used to call her "Ma" by the way, but she just has to accept the fact that I'm no longer seven or six! I'm fourteen! FOURTEEN! Okay? At fourteen, I think it's normal for a person to fall for some guy at that age. But, I don't know! Isn't it normal? And FYI, he isn't my boyfriend okay?! She just doesn't get it! She doesn't understand! At all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was sooo pissed and hurt and just sooo damn...*grrrr*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I had a dream that she murdered Josh and I woke up in the middle of the night sobbing quietly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  We went to Alabang earlier today to get German sausages, and she came along. Ate Mic was kind enough to lend me her DiscMan because I wasn't really in a talking or sermon mood. I kept the earphones on for the whole time we were riding and the time we were in ATC. Thank you Ate Mic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, and Ate, thanks for wrapping my schoolbooks and making labels!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for letting me use your laptop, and for buying Tea square a while ago. and for letting me hold Siegfried...even though...you know! And for running to SM...to you  know! And fir letting my deranged stuffed monkey and pet dog be buddies with yours! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-114924228873737948?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114924228873737948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=114924228873737948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114924228873737948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114924228873737948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/06/pressure-continues.html' title='The Pressure Continues...'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-114909218826404900</id><published>2006-05-31T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T23:07:28.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*PRESSURE! Pushing down on me...pushing down on you...*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today was such a crappy day! First of all, I woke up. Honestly, I don't like waking up these days. I just have such pleasant dreams! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I spent most of the day in the church with A. Choo and Billy.  I walked there by the way! In the church, A.Choo talked to both of us about how we must concentrate more on our spiritual obligation. Which I agree with... yeah. But, you know what I mean right? Whatever. Blessing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We stayed there until about 3:20pm. Then we went back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4pm, Ate Mic, A.Choo, Billy, and I, went to the seamstress because the damn skirts were too loose. The seam-person wasn't even there! The hell???? You know hiw much I completely and totally hate fitting clothes right? Effing hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Did I mention that I was placed in the EQUALITY section for Junior Year? I hate it!!!! Couldn't the people just place me in Justice? I mean Equality is so &lt;em&gt;plain&lt;/em&gt;. You know? You know? I mean JUSTICE is so much cooler than EQUALITY! Well, wtf! Whatever! They're the two scales in the Libra zodiac anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Libra= equality and justice (right Prince?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We went to SM later in the day. At SM, I saw this girl. She was in a wheelchair. She had severly thin legs. As in so thin! Like straws or something. I looked at her. I said to myself: "Oh my God! Ok...What God? Ok? I get it. You're trying to talk to me again, aren't you God? Yeeeeaaah. Well, guess what ok? I get it already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOD!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Sometimes, life just hits you in the ass...and you just have deal! Most of the time, people don't really get you. You just lose faith because you just...do. YOou try to talk to people around you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Though, no matter how much you talk...at the end of the day, its your problem. You get it? For them I guess life just goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You just...lose faith in God mainly because...you just don't feel he's helping you. Things just don't go your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Like Baguio. I seriously thought HE and...well "he", was going to cut me some slack there. But nuh-uh! No! Life jsut had to continue being the same old shitty thing it has always been! Do you have any idea how many times I have literally "prayed" for everything to turn out right just for like, one minute. Or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh God. Baguio. O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quickly)&lt;br /&gt;*DoyouevenknowhowmuchImissjosh?Gawd!Imissjosh!*&lt;br /&gt;*IknowthatnobodyunderstandswhyIdo.ButIjustdo.OK?*&lt;br /&gt;*OKOKOK...nobodygivesashit!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kuzainkuzainkuzainkuzainkuzainkuzainkuzainkuzainkuzain*&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! To top it all off, triquetra926 is online. He isn't talking again. Offline. Effit! Whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-114909218826404900?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114909218826404900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=114909218826404900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114909218826404900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114909218826404900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/05/under-pressure.html' title='Under Pressure'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-114872845336502093</id><published>2006-05-27T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T17:37:16.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Live while you still can, love while you still have chances."&lt;/strong&gt;\-Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh happy day!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, okay. I think we can dispense with the drama. Well, today is a very happy day for me! Talk about happy. I waited for zero hour, and then my phone rang and signalled the 18th birthday of an angel! Har di har!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Joshua Baltazar Ignacio's 18th birthday. Who is this person! He-ller! If you have read this blog, you would know! For the peeps who do not know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshie is a guy. Uh...duh!! And he is 18. Ohhhkay! You're like...*&lt;em&gt;Uh yeaaah, tell me something I don't know*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano essay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua. Joshie. Ishkin. Joskin. Person. Uh...Baguio? Jeremy. Paolo. Danielle. May 27. Gemini. Ishey. I do not know? Claire? Uhmmm...sila pa ba? Just curious. Blackout. PSB. Uhhh...UB. SLU???? Telecom Communication? Wekwek! :)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan ang katapusan ng aking walang kuwentang essay! Sorry, wala kasi akong maisip eh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-114872845336502093?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114872845336502093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=114872845336502093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114872845336502093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114872845336502093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/05/joshua.html' title='Joshua'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-114855493697416686</id><published>2006-05-25T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T23:03:50.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php' method='post' target='_new'&gt;&lt;table border=1 bordercolor=#efefef cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Marital Status]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Single&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question1' value='%5BMarital+Status%5D'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type1' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Shoe size]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ate says its 5 and a half&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question2' value='%5BShoe+size%5D'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type2' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Parents still together]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question3' value='%5BParents+still+together%5D'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type3' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Siblings]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Billy(who just turned 18 today! Happy Birthday...), JC(20)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question4' value='%5BSiblings%5D'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type4' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Pets]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eddie Alden, Missy, Fred, Charlie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question5' value='%5BPets%5D'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type5' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=center colspan=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;FAVORITES&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question6' value='FAVORITES'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type6' value='2'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Color]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Green, Orange, Baby Blue, Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question7' value='%5BColor%5D'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type7' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Number]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;0917 3778512&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question8' value='%5BNumber%5D'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type8' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Animal] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dogs and puppies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question9' value='%5BAnimal%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type9' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Drinks] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tea Square and Starbucks. I am developing an addiction to Nestea Ice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question10' value='%5BDrinks%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type10' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Soda] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nestea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question11' value='%5BSoda%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type11' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Book] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am a bookworm! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question12' value='%5BBook%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type12' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Flower] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anything the  guy gives me...if ever!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question13' value='%5BFlower%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type13' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=center colspan=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DO YOU&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question14' value='DO+YOU'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type14' value='2'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Color your hair?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question15' value='%5BColor+your+hair%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type15' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Twirl your hair?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question16' value='%5BTwirl+your+hair%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type16' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Have tattoos?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No, not at the moment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question17' value='%5BHave+tattoos%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type17' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Have Piercings?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question18' value='%5BHave+Piercings%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type18' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Cheat on tests/homework?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeahhh...sometimes! har di har!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question19' value='%5BCheat+on+tests%2Fhomework%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type19' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Drink/Smoke?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Occationally...once. No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question20' value='%5BDrink%2FSmoke%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type20' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Like roller coasters?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;LUVEM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question21' value='%5BLike+roller+coasters%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type21' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Wish you could live somewhere else?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question22' value='%5BWish+you+could+live+somewhere+else%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type22' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Want more piercings?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want a belly button piercing!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question23' value='%5BWant+more+piercings%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type23' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt; [Like cleaning?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;When there is music.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question24' value='+%5BLike+cleaning%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type24' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Write in cursive or print?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Print.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question25' value='%5BWrite+in+cursive+or+print%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type25' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Own a web cam?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question26' value='%5BOwn+a+web+cam%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type26' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Know how to drive?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question27' value='%5BKnow+how+to+drive%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type27' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Own a cell phone?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question28' value='%5BOwn+a+cell+phone%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type28' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Ever get off the damn computer?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nowadays? Rarely!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question29' value='%5BEver+get+off+the+damn+computer%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type29' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=center colspan=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAVE U EVER &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question30' value='HAVE+U+EVER+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type30' value='2'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Been in a fist fight?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question31' value='%5BBeen+in+a+fist+fight%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type31' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Considered a life of crime?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question32' value='%5BConsidered+a+life+of+crime%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type32' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Considered being a hooker?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question33' value='%5BConsidered+being+a+hooker%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type33' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Lied to someone?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question34' value='%5BLied+to+someone%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type34' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Been in love?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeeeaaah!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question35' value='%5BBeen+in+love%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type35' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Made out with JUST a friend?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kissed!? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question36' value='%5BMade+out+with+JUST+a+friend%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type36' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Been in lust?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nooooo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question37' value='%5BBeen+in+lust%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type37' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Used someone] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question38' value='%5BUsed+someone%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type38' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Been used?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lotsa times!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question39' value='%5BBeen+used%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type39' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Been cheated on?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hmmmm...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question40' value='%5BBeen+cheated+on%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type40' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Kicked someone in the nuts?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeaaahhh! Har di Har!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question41' value='%5BKicked+someone+in+the+nuts%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type41' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Stolen anything?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question42' value='%5BStolen+anything%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type42' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Held a gun] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question43' value='%5BHeld+a+gun%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type43' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=center colspan=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CURRENTS &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question44' value='CURRENTS+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type44' value='2'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Current clothing] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lacoste t-shirt and hand me down pants.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question45' value='%5BCurrent+clothing%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type45' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Current mood] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Absent minded&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question46' value='%5BCurrent+mood%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type46' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Current taste] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sushi!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question47' value='%5BCurrent+taste%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type47' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[What you currently smell like] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eddie Chibuduy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question48' value='%5BWhat+you+currently+smell+like%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type48' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Current hair] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short and curly...but growing!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question49' value='%5BCurrent+hair%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type49' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Current thing I ought to be doing] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shutting down this computer! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question50' value='%5BCurrent+thing+I+ought+to+be+doing%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type50' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Current cd in stereo] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows -Brand New&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question51' value='%5BCurrent+cd+in+stereo%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type51' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Last book you read] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second Summer of The Sisterhood-Ann Brashares&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question52' value='%5BLast+book+you+read%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type52' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Last movie you saw] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;MI - III&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question53' value='%5BLast+movie+you+saw%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type53' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Last thing you ate] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chocolate Bday Cake! *tsup*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question54' value='%5BLast+thing+you+ate%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type54' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Last person you talked to on the phone] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Auntie Elaine...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question55' value='%5BLast+person+you+talked+to+on+the+phone%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type55' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Do drugs?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question56' value='%5BDo+drugs%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type56' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Believe there is life on other planets?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hmmm...possible.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question57' value='%5BBelieve+there+is+life+on+other+planets%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type57' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Remember your first love?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;*sigh* do you think I'd ever forget? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question58' value='Remember+your+first+love%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type58' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Still love him/her?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sooooooooo much! Hell yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.....I'm going crazy na nga eh! :(((((((Btw. advanced happy bday! :) xoxox&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question59' value='%5BStill+love+him%2Fher%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type59' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Read the newspaper?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Har di har...occationally.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question60' value='%5BRead+the+newspaper%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type60' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Have any gay or lesbian friends?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question61' value='%5BHave+any+gay+or+lesbian+friends%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type61' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Believe in miracles?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not currently...nothing's happening.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question62' value='%5BBelieve+in+miracles%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type62' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Do well in school?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Average.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question63' value='%5BDo+well+in+school%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type63' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Wear hats] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;When the mood gets to me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question64' value='%5BWear+hats%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type64' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Hate yourself?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question65' value='%5BHate+yourself%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type65' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Have an obsession?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeeeeeeaaah...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question66' value='%5BHave+an+obsession%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type66' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Collect anything?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Memorablelia and Paraphernalia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question68' value='%5BCollect+anything%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type68' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Have a best friend?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Duh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question69' value='%5BHave+a+best+friend%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type69' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Close friends?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who doesn't?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question70' value='%5BClose+friends%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type70' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Like your handwriting?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;ok lang.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question71' value='%5BLike+your+handwriting%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type71' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Care about looks] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question72' value='%5BCare+about+looks%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type72' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=center colspan=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOVE LIFE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question73' value='LOVE+LIFE'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type73' value='2'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[First crush] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;*La di da di dum*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question74' value='%5BFirst+crush%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type74' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[First kiss] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Secret*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question75' value='%5BFirst+kiss%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type75' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Do you believe in love at first sight?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question76' value='%5BDo+you+believe+in+love+at+first+sight%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type76' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Do you believe in "the one?"] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question77' value='%5BDo+you+believe+in+%5C%22the+one%3F%5C%22%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type77' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Are you a tease?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noooooo....at least I don't think so.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question78' value='%5BAre+you+a+tease%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type78' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Too shy to make the first move?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;...no comment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question79' value='%5BToo+shy+to+make+the+first+move%3F%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type79' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=center colspan=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ARE U A&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question80' value='ARE+U+A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type80' value='2'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Daydreamer] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeeeaaahh...BIGTYM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question81' value='%5BDaydreamer%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type81' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt; [Bitch/Asshole] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Biyach!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question82' value='+%5BBitch%2FAsshole%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type82' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[sarcastic] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question83' value='%5Bsarcastic%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type83' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Angel] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question84' value='%5BAngel%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type84' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Devil] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heck no!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question85' value='%5BDevil%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type85' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Shy] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question86' value='%5BShy%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type86' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;[Talkative] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question87' value='%5BTalkative%5D+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type87' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align=center&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Take This Survey'&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php'&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a 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title='*survey'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-114846574316229897</id><published>2006-05-24T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:36:26.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fondling the remote...</title><content type='html'>These days have been so boring. I confess that I have been pretty bored and lazy nowadays. I spend most of my time upstairs in Ate Mic's room. I became the official playmate of her dachshund, Fred, who now has clothes by the way, five-hundred bucks apiece! Lucky dog. Charlie, my mum's stuffed dog, has also become a playmate of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anywho, I spend most of the hours of my day, fondling the remote. I have watched too much (waaaayyy too much!) MYX, I admit. I find myself listening to OPM bands like Kamikazee and Kala, and liking it! Damn bad sigh eh? I don't usually listen to OPM much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 disadvantages of watching MYX :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am actually pretty fed up of MYX really. I mean do I look like someone who'd listen to some singer guy named "Top Suzara" all day? Singin' the same old song over and over. I swear! I heard the same song over and over 5 times in one day yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) It makes a person sort of dumb down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The celeb VJ for My MYX pisses me off! Jojo A. sucks! Plus, he's too old to be hosting anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) They play too much Philippine music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) According to Weddy, it decreases your Intellegence Quotient(IQ) every minute you watch shows like those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Take note that those are just FIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Aside from MYX, I have also been watching the ZPdee channel, where I read all the stupid text messages sent in wrong grammar, by people who have nothing better to do with thier lives! They play music videos at ZPdee as well...pretty much the same. So annoying! Loners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Getting away from the music scene, I click the remote and go to ETC(Entertainment Central...It's all good). ETC is a pretty okay channel. They show Tyra, Jerry Springer, Dr. Phil, and other talk shows. Still, it gets boring. I switch to ETC Second Avenue. Same bull. In Second Avenue though, they show America's Next Top Model, Cycle Four. Did I mention that the 5th season of American Idol is ending tomorrow? Yes,it is. I am so routing for Katherine! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Due to my "major fondling" i had also forgotten to to write in my journal. I am so neglecting it. I just feel way too lazy. I haven't written in...forever. It's mostly in Blogspot now. Poor poor poor journal! :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I also find myself listening to Ate Mic's iTunes alot! I particularly listen to Meredith Brooks's "Bitch". I don't know why. And right now, I am emoting yet again, to "Drive Myself Crazy" bu *NSYNC. It just ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last night I moved into my own room. The middle room. I didn't get much sleep. I stayed up till five thirty, fondling yet again. I was so bored last night, I went so so low that I even ended up watching Channel 20 (Iglesia Ni Cristo Network). I learned a couple of stuff about the religion. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I watched a rerun of the movie Mean Girls on HBO. I finally caught a "Charmed" episode. Poops? Triquetra. HTis season, Paige was there. No more Prue. It kinda sucked. I sort of got accustomed to Prue Halliwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At 4:30 am, I decided to give the TV a rest, I still coud not sleep though. I finished "The Second Summer of the Sisterhood". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After that, I ran out of ideas. Nada. Nothing. I was way to exhausted to do anything else. So, I jsut lay there. Thinking. Thinking. Thinking. Until I finally fell asleep...until 9:30 am...then the cycle went on. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: According to the anchor woman : Baguio stays cool. A minimum temperature of 16 degrees celcius to a maximum of 21 degrees celcius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...people. Before I totally freak out. I guess I'm just gonna go. Ok? Take care ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sooey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following thingy was copied from the blog *~*tRuE cOlOrZ*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU KNOW IF SOMEONE IS A TRUE FRIEND??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you need help ~~&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will offer to help you or will give you help without your having to ask for their help. &lt;br /&gt;Will suggest helpful solutions. &lt;br /&gt;Will seek out others to help you if they are unable to help you themselves. &lt;br /&gt;Will expecting nothing in return after helping you. &lt;br /&gt;Will check to see how you are doing. &lt;br /&gt;Will refuse to be compensated if offered.&lt;br /&gt;When something unpleasant has happened to you ~~&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will ask you how they can help. &lt;br /&gt;Will sympathize with you. &lt;br /&gt;Will listen patiently until you're through talking. &lt;br /&gt;Will refer you to someone who may be able to help. &lt;br /&gt;Will offer advice only if you ask for it. &lt;br /&gt;Will invite you to their home or will offer to visit you at your home to talk in person.&lt;br /&gt;When you share your deepest thoughts and feelings about a personal topic ~~&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will assume that these words were meant for your ears only and does not share it with anyone. &lt;br /&gt;Will ask you if it's all right to share with someone dear to them if they feel it will help.&lt;br /&gt;When you accidentally hurt your friend's feelings ~~&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will tell you in a non-threatening way. &lt;br /&gt;Will work on repairing the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;When you admit something you did that was wrong ~~&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will help comfort you. &lt;br /&gt;Will confide in you about their mistakes to help ease your discomfort. &lt;br /&gt;Will forgive you and help you forgive yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Will give you advise if asked for on how to get past it. &lt;br /&gt;Will help you see the lesson in making the mistake so you can see the positive side of it.&lt;br /&gt;When you have good news to share ~~&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will feel happy for you and congratulate you. &lt;br /&gt;Will ask to hear more about it. &lt;br /&gt;Will ask to share the news with friends and family. &lt;br /&gt;Will celebrate with you.&lt;br /&gt;When an unfavorable rumor about you is being spread ~~&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will not believe the rumor and speaks up in your defence. &lt;br /&gt;Will tell you about it if necessary for your protection and will not let the rumor affect your relationship. &lt;br /&gt;Will keep it to themselves if there is no need for you to know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-now I know that this segment doesn't have any connection at all to the things I've said in this post...but it makes sense. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-114846574316229897?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114846574316229897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=114846574316229897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114846574316229897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114846574316229897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/05/fondling-remote.html' title='Fondling the remote...'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-114709147409410718</id><published>2006-05-08T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T17:27:18.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Fun Outta Boredome....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="350" align=center border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#EACCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;What You Really Think Of Your Friends&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EED6EB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IShKiN is your soulmate.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2E0D6"&gt;You truly love PAopAo.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F7EBC2"&gt;You consider AtE KRiStInE your true friend.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FBF5AD"&gt;You know that KaDi is always thinking of you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFF99"&gt;You'll remember PRinCe for the rest of your life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF199"&gt;You secretly think LeKsA is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE29A"&gt;You secretly think that ATe MiC is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFD49A"&gt;You secretly think that MIkEe is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that MIkEe changes lovers faster than underwear.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC59A"&gt;You secretly think AnGeL is shy and nonconfrontational. And that AnGeL has a hidden internet romance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&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/whatdoyouthinkofyourfriends/"&gt;What Do You Think of Your Friends?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/birthmonth/january.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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather reserved &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly attentive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes to criticize &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needs close friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious and serious &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart, neat and organized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking and productive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to teach and be taught &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet unless excited or tensed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive and has deep thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knows how to make others happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searches for the greatest romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic but has difficulties expressing love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/truebirthmonth/"&gt;What's Your True Birth Month?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blog Should Be Purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/purple.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey.&lt;br /&gt;You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;In a Past Life...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/past-life.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Were: An Insane Jester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lived: North Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You Died: Killed in Battle.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/"&gt;Who Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Musical Tastes Match: Jennifer Garner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcelebritymatchesyourtasteinmusicquiz/jennifer-garner.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=78941.454939221&amp;type=10&amp;subid="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See her whole playlist here (iTunes required)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcelebritymatchesyourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;What Celebrity Matches Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type is Zany and Charming&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/zany.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a popular blogger with a flair for getting attention.&lt;br /&gt;But you're not all fluff - in fact, you're far from it.&lt;br /&gt;Your blog is full of interesting ideas and fun finds.&lt;br /&gt;You're a fascinating person, and it shows through on your blog.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give and take equally in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/"&gt;How Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mariah Carey Shares Your Taste in Music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichmusiciansharesyourtasteinmusicquiz/mariah-carey.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=78941.462765443&amp;type=10&amp;subid="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See her whole playlist here (iTunes required)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichmusiciansharesyourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;Which Musician (or Group) Shares Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Pop Princess Is Hilary Duff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whosyourinnerpopprincessquiz/hilary-duff.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm shedding&lt;br /&gt;Shedding every color&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a pigment of truth&lt;br /&gt;Beneath my skin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sweet and cute, but a little more complex than that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whosyourinnerpopprincessquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Inner Pop Princess?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Aphrodite!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatgoddessareyouquiz/aphrodite.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total shining star with a ton of admirers&lt;br /&gt;And no wonder: you live life to the fullest!&lt;br /&gt;When things get bad, you can easily take off to a happier place&lt;br /&gt;But occasionally, you need to deal with problems head on&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatgoddessareyouquiz/"&gt;What Goddess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Blanced Babe!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/balanced-babe.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're direct and to the point, but never dramatic&lt;br /&gt;You've got the confidence to speak your mind to anyone&lt;br /&gt;But you leave the theatrics to Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;Level headed and emotionally stable, no wonder everyone loves you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/"&gt; Are You a Drama Queen?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE4E1" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Can Hang With the Guys and the Girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF1EF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howgirlieareyouquiz/both.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've struck a good balance between girlie and laid back.&lt;br /&gt;You can keep it casual but when you dress up, you are as girly as the next girl.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howgirlieareyouquiz/"&gt;How Girlie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8E8FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Quote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FCF3FF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not a matter of counting the years --it's making the years count.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatlovequotesuitsyouquiz/"&gt;What Love Quote Suits You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsuperheroineareyouquiz/buffy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We saved the world. I say we have to party."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsuperheroineareyouquiz/"&gt;What Superheroine Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Celebrity Style Twin is Nicole Richie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whosyourcelebritystyletwinquiz/nicole-richie.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect blend of uptown and downtown.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whosyourcelebritystyletwinquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Celebrity Style Twin?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:283; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which "A Walk To Remember" character are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/braindead/1041327599_izpicjami2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;sweet, loving, and compationate. you know what you want to do with your life. like Jamie you dont find it necessary to be noticed. keep up the great amount of self confidence...it will pay off some day&lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/braindead/quizzes/Which+%22A+Walk+To+Remember%22+character+are+you%3F"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);"  target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/braindead/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=28421"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-114709147409410718?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114709147409410718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=114709147409410718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114709147409410718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114709147409410718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/05/little-fun-outta-boredome.html' title='A Little Fun Outta Boredome....'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-114684932285549916</id><published>2006-05-06T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T15:42:45.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long talk with Bobby...(PLUS! His cute poem)...</title><content type='html'>curly: hello. &lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ei&lt;br /&gt;curly: what's up?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: nm&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: you?&lt;br /&gt;curly: nothing much either.&lt;br /&gt;curly: i'm just pretty bored. are you in the philippines?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: yea&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: been here since april 12&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: you?&lt;br /&gt;curly: our flight sorta got delayed, we were supposed to fly with you guys...we arrived here on the 16th though.&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: oh&lt;br /&gt;curly: are you still going to AMA?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: yea&lt;br /&gt;curly: AMA-----IT's better here. (that's your motto right?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: thats the college's motto&lt;br /&gt;curly: yeah, that's what i meant to say.&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ok&lt;br /&gt;curly: Cye Villanueva: i did not knw!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cye Villanueva: u heard about manong jerry&lt;br /&gt;Cye Villanueva: ???&lt;br /&gt;curly: i'll ne studying here. &lt;br /&gt;curly: nope....why?&lt;br /&gt;Cye Villanueva: he died after masagasaan cya&lt;br /&gt;Cye Villanueva: there in pinas&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: i know about it al ready&lt;br /&gt;curly: who told you?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: len-len&lt;br /&gt;curly: were you shocked when you found out?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: well my mom was&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: still dont think its true&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: my mom was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: nvm&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: doesnt work&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: thank you nlng&lt;br /&gt;curly: ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: the game doesnt work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide Recent Messages (F3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curly: check out my blog&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: link&lt;br /&gt;curly: bonfunk.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: doesnt worl&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: work&lt;br /&gt;curly: ok&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: got a new post?&lt;br /&gt;curly: yes&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: . . &lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: wait its works now&lt;br /&gt;curly: see it?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: just reading through&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: . . .&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: what a memory&lt;br /&gt;curly: what memory?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: your memory&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: youve got strong memory&lt;br /&gt;curly: baguio?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: yep&lt;br /&gt;curly: yeah, can you believe...life is sooooo unfair.&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: just depends on how you react to it&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ey. coinsidence&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: i said the  same thing after me and my family trip to baguio last year. . .. &lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: *My ass !!!*&lt;br /&gt;curly: MY ASS!&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: yep&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: hurts like &lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: its a unexplainable&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: pain&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: T__T&lt;br /&gt;curly: yes. &lt;br /&gt;curly: yes bobby, it is! thank you for understanding!&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: &lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: np&lt;br /&gt;curly: if a friend who's a girl asked you to meet up....coz she was where you were...would you?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: me?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: no&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: iam not the meet-up type of person&lt;br /&gt;curly: i mean....if you were.&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: its she's a close friend. sure &lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ofcourse&lt;br /&gt;curly: like me?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: when and where?. is the question. but not anytime soon. cause hindi pa ako nakakapagenroll for ama&lt;br /&gt;curly: ok.&lt;br /&gt;curly: is bonny gonna study here as well?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: you ok?&lt;br /&gt;curly: yeah. why?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: pinas?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: nope&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: hes going back&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: just wondering&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: where you going to study?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: where here sa pina?&lt;br /&gt;curly: in BA&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: pinas(&lt;br /&gt;curly: yes&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: BA?&lt;br /&gt;curly: Bloomfield Academy, Tecson Ave. LP City.&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: Lipa City?&lt;br /&gt;curly: it was my alma mater before i came to PSB&lt;br /&gt;curly: Las Pinas&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ahh&lt;br /&gt;curly: are oyu at all sleepy?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: nope&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: cant sleep . &lt;br /&gt;curly: it's 1220am&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: somehow my brain is still working&lt;br /&gt;curly: mine too.&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: hehe&lt;br /&gt;curly: when do ya usually sleep nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: pass 12&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: round 1 or 2&lt;br /&gt;curly: you the only one awake?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: nope&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: the whole famuily is&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: only kevs is asleep&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: right now&lt;br /&gt;curly: ahhh...awwww...bhey kevie boy&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: bhey?&lt;br /&gt;curly: none...since...you know, he's teh youngest amongst ya'll...hehe&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: o-....k&lt;br /&gt;curly: he aint no bhey to me anyways....frriend ko lang yan&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: jst mkin sure&lt;br /&gt;curly: hahaha...bonnalyn&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: what the. . .?&lt;br /&gt;curly: hhaaha..the former sophomore joke.... &lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: o-k&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: where' do you prefer to be?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: here or bahrain?&lt;br /&gt;curly: in some ways...i miss bahrain. you&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: me?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: here&lt;br /&gt;curly: and why&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: even thought things were better there.&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: first and foremost. iam going to college&lt;br /&gt;curly: yes. you are. &lt;br /&gt;curly: hey, sino pinakamiss mong teacher doon?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: mdm alex&lt;br /&gt;curly: ako, si sir&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: kulangan?&lt;br /&gt;curly: kuliongsterooops&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ??thats new&lt;br /&gt;curly: hahaa...ngayon ko lang inimbento yon.&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: nice&lt;br /&gt;curly: kuya roms has contact with sir diba&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curly: as in romnick&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: donno&lt;br /&gt;curly: sabi sir eh&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ata&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: not sure&lt;br /&gt;curly: i am so gonna get grounded.&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: why?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: nga pala&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: your online at a time like this&lt;br /&gt;curly: stayin late...talking to a boy.....you know right? &lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ??&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: lan ba kachat mo&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;curly: yeah&lt;br /&gt;curly: sino ba kachat mo&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: you&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: yen&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: and a 11 yr old&lt;br /&gt;curly: whooooo??? 11 year old?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: .sister of you batchmate in PSB&lt;br /&gt;curly: aba? ashhhhu....sino?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: sister ni alen dalumpines&lt;br /&gt;curly: sabi na nga ba eh! aila!&lt;br /&gt;curly: tell her to get to beddy byeee...its late for some kid her age.&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: eh how about you?&lt;br /&gt;curly: hmmm..i'm fifteen. &lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ok&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: fair enough&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: &lt;br /&gt;curly: eh yooooou?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: iam 16 fcol ( for crying out loud )&lt;br /&gt;curly: UHHH...bobby omg. do ya believe i gotta start trigo this year?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: thats good!&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: &lt;br /&gt;curly: no, its advanced here. madame de guzman hasnt even started geom. in PSB yet!&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: well goodluck&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: Buti nalng highschool ka palng&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: so&lt;br /&gt;curly: madam dg naman kasi eh!&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: oh oh. . past is past!&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: hehe&lt;br /&gt;curly: miss ya madame dg. yeeeeeahhhh right! ahihhi...&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: hehehe&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: did you cry when you left?&lt;br /&gt;curly: yeah. formultiple reasons.&lt;br /&gt;curly: you?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: nope&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: haha&lt;br /&gt;curly: you know how us gilrls get right?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: get what?&lt;br /&gt;curly: like ...kung aalis...ede..iyakan...hugz....kisses and all that...&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ahh&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: heheh&lt;br /&gt;curly: wanna know what i criend bout?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: sure&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: hello?&lt;br /&gt;curly: like...missing psb, like...poops...like sir...friendships lost forever in the wind...like angelia and yoooonience...(neecee)...no more fun english periods where i get to express myspelf and all...the scorchin heat iff bahrains sun...( not that the weathers better here or enitihng...), home...missin d phil on mbc. mbc2 and 4, teddies...the moooosssst random things...weird!?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ahh&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: you hate to leave the place you grew in&lt;br /&gt;curly: pretty mich, coz i only stayed in BAcademy for bout a year. i spent 6yrs in psb&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: complete the sentence. . . . life's __________&lt;br /&gt;curly: unfair&lt;br /&gt;curly: you?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: hehe&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: Life is both a curse and its cure&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: hehe&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: gets?&lt;br /&gt;curly: oooohhh...hey bagong intriga....naging si karen and mawi bA?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: .yep&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: think so&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: when i was still in bahrain. . always see them together the last days&lt;br /&gt;curly: i love you sabi dun sa testi ni karen kay maw.'&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: love shumve. .. haha&lt;br /&gt;curly: yeahhhh...love? never really understood it&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: or love shomb&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: as you said&lt;br /&gt;curly: hahaahahaha......cornixxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: it is a many splendor thing . or something like that&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: lifts us up where we belong&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: where eagles fly&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: on a mountain here&lt;br /&gt;curly: meni splendor???huh?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: love makes us act like we are fools&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: throw our lives away&lt;br /&gt;curly: baguio mountains&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: for one happpy day&lt;br /&gt;curly: for a happy dya&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: we could be heroes&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: . . .haha&lt;br /&gt;curly: for one day&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: -Mouln rouge&lt;br /&gt;curly: cool.&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: heheh&lt;br /&gt;curly: oh...&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: cant get the lyrics out of my head&lt;br /&gt;curly: uyyy....in love ka na siguro.&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ako?&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: nah&lt;br /&gt;curly: anti love huh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: haha&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: neutral ako&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: hahah&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: anti and pro&lt;br /&gt;curly: i have never chatted with someone this long.&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: haha&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: is that a bad thing&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: &gt;&lt;br /&gt;curly: shopTv  already says *will resume at 10am...* and i aint sleepin yet&lt;br /&gt;curly: no its not&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ahh&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: heh&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ok&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: heh&lt;br /&gt;curly: i wasnt watchig that......my cousin was!!!!&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ok ok&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ?&lt;br /&gt;curly: geez, i wonder what poops wud be saying if we chatted this long????&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: dont know&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: hehehe&lt;br /&gt;curly: heeheheee....exactly&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: still thinking of him alot ei?&lt;br /&gt;curly: hmmmm...no...bigls lang sya pumasok sa kaisipan ko....&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ahh&lt;br /&gt;curly: havent been thinkin of him lately....too much&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: http://www.friendster.com/bulletin.php?bid=87254861&amp;uid=14788607&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ok&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ei&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: read what i wrote. . or typed.&lt;br /&gt;curly: ok&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: i know i got alot of mis grammars&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar: ei gtg now sue&lt;br /&gt;curly: haahahahaa...ish ok&lt;br /&gt;curly: sooooo cute&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** I got booted out kasi...****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love theory - by Bobby Villanueva- noise_machine_guitar@Yahoo.com-read at your own risk. &lt;br /&gt;Message: Foreword:Iam not a well-versed writer as a matter&lt;br /&gt;of fact this is the first wime iam going to do this.&lt;br /&gt;but please take time to hear me out.thank&lt;br /&gt;you.Replies&amp;comments are appriciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i lay in bed trying my best to go to&lt;br /&gt;sleep.physicall iam at peace.but mentally in a&lt;br /&gt;whirlwind of twisted thoughts that kept bugging me&lt;br /&gt;in my mind.What makes love? who can create a&lt;br /&gt;love.?what truly is love? is it the thing or feeling&lt;br /&gt;that we share with another? is it an experience? a&lt;br /&gt;decision?a heaven?a sanctuary? or a point in life&lt;br /&gt;where you know and feel deep within you that&lt;br /&gt;everything is alright?&lt;br /&gt;We're all diff. Having our own point of views. . .and&lt;br /&gt;this is what i think when i hear the word love.Love&lt;br /&gt;is a very divine word. In the Bible Love is expressed&lt;br /&gt;again and again.Love in my own understanding i&lt;br /&gt;know i cant comprehend how elaborate and&lt;br /&gt;complicated it in itself truly is.They say love makes&lt;br /&gt;the world go around, lifts us up where we belong in&lt;br /&gt;places where eagles fly or on a mountain high.But&lt;br /&gt;this is what i believe.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a never ending experience in life that is&lt;br /&gt;the battle field with series upon series of self-&lt;br /&gt;changing decisions.as a matter of fact i believe love&lt;br /&gt;is life in action.this is getting out of what i want to&lt;br /&gt;say.anyways back to a topic in which all of us&lt;br /&gt;needs to know.&lt;br /&gt;Why does love hurt.? you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Lets look at it this way. Each of us have our own&lt;br /&gt;pots ( clay pots ). this represents our -heart-&lt;br /&gt;"life/perspective/entity//beliefs/the whole us." and&lt;br /&gt;when we love. it is said that we become as one&lt;br /&gt;with the person we're in love with.Speaking through&lt;br /&gt;my pots-theory in order for us to make one whole&lt;br /&gt;pot with two separate pots. we have to. . . BREAK&lt;br /&gt;EACH ONE.to make a new pot.*i hope iam making&lt;br /&gt;sense here*anyways being so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP ONE: we feel we want to qoute&lt;br /&gt;unquote "love." another person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP TWO:we have to breakdown ourselves into&lt;br /&gt;small bits to be able to become one with this&lt;br /&gt;person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP THREE: as one.but still have no form or&lt;br /&gt;shape.you have to shape ou love into a beautiful&lt;br /&gt;pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*so . . .again you ask. why does love hurt.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would hurt only if we get stuck with step&lt;br /&gt;2.wherein we break our hearts/point of views/own&lt;br /&gt;perspective of life/etc. to be one with the other.but&lt;br /&gt;then if the other doesnt want to give that up just for&lt;br /&gt;you. you'll be left in pieces. as they&lt;br /&gt;say.heheh.hope i really made sense here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i just want to thank those who would&lt;br /&gt;actually read this whole thing up to this part.i thank&lt;br /&gt;you for your time.anyways. i hope someone picks&lt;br /&gt;up something up from this message i&lt;br /&gt;posted.everyone welcome to repost this in you own&lt;br /&gt;way.and again i say comments and replies are&lt;br /&gt;appriciated.thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over all.peace out. ngats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Writing is an art.Your mind is the paint box.your&lt;br /&gt;fingers is the paint brush.the words is your paint."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the quotation is made by me.hope someone&lt;br /&gt;improves it.and it doesnt have anything to do with&lt;br /&gt;the message. heheh.. bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noise_machine_guitar@Yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               ***&lt;br /&gt;QUIZ QUICKIE : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:323; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which Class at Hogwarts Would You Excel at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/NimueMage/1049043917_cshhistory.JPG"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You excel at History of Magic.  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All of us got into our designated cars and drove to Baguio. Freddy, my cousins stuffe ddoggie from Beijing even sat in the back seat and started to amuse us all. Feila, my beloved figurine came along as well. Only, she was way too fragile to sit with the human beings, we had to pack her inside Billy's Athens bag, and put her in the trunk of the UTY car called "Whitey".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our journey began. We travelled our way out of Las Pinas, while we listened to Fred The Dog's commentary of the dark streets and closed stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g.&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the stores are closed! Starbucks never closes in New York!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            -Pacific Red-Collar Siegfried on STARBUCKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Siegfried claims to be the smartest dog on the planet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; During the time we were on the road, a whole bunch, actually, a big vat green- brown (if you can imagine) buses that say DAGUPAN BUSES CO. INC were all up in my face! I was laughing like a crazy-ass maniac. One of these tree-like buses even read the  number nine-hundred twenty-six(926)! We also passed a bus reading PRINCE M.A.Y.A., and the Angeles sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You wouldn't want to imagine how long that trip took. We passed lots of towns and cities on the way. Want me to enumerate? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  With the help of Kuya Bobby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From &lt;strong&gt;Las Pinas&lt;/strong&gt; , we travelled going to &lt;strong&gt;Manila&lt;/strong&gt;, to get our asses to the &lt;strong&gt;NLEX, meaning North Luzon Expressway&lt;/strong&gt;, then we passed by the different towns of &lt;strong&gt;Bulacan&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Pampanga&lt;/strong&gt;, then &lt;strong&gt;Tarlac&lt;/strong&gt;, then we went to &lt;strong&gt;Pangasinan &lt;/strong&gt;(yuck... hometown ni Babalu...traffic pa! Shit!) but we didn't pass Dagupan, we took a damn shortcut to &lt;strong&gt;Baguio&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  One of my dreams came true there. Ever since Madme Balce, the History teacher, taught us about the Kennon Road, I have always wanted to go up there. So we took the route up the mountain, using &lt;strong&gt;Kennon Road&lt;/strong&gt;. The Kennon road was soooo beautiful! The mountain was just mouth-opening. I couldn't believe that I was finally there! BAGUIO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We, Kuya Mike's batch(Me, Ate Tin, Freddy, Ate Mic, and Dendz), met the others at the &lt;strong&gt;Baguio Country Coffee House&lt;/strong&gt;. From there, we proceeded to the &lt;strong&gt;Ridgewood Hotel&lt;/strong&gt;.  Since we were such a huge family, we rented three rooms. The boys were forced to stay at the &lt;strong&gt;Europa&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I entered our hotel suite, the first thing that caught my eye, was the veiw of Baguio City, from the balcony. It was simply fascinating! I found it so inspiring! It was what I liked to call the "Poet's Paradise". No kidding! As I hanged out in that balcony, I was so overcome with joy. Words streamed intro my head. Shocks! Drama! I am not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After checking out the "divine" balcony, we all decided to sleep for at least an hour and a half. After all, it &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; been a ten-hour ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   *An hour and a half later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am awoken by Dends. She asked me if I had already gotten in touch with Xyza, my brother's ex girlfriend, who was based in Baguio. I groggily reply that I hadn't, and that Kuya JC had her number. Then Dendz asked me if I'd already gotten in touch with Joshua. I reply that I will...later. After all, he knows I'm coming. He even said : &lt;strong&gt;"Sure, I'd love to see you."  &lt;/strong&gt; ( Oh, really?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our first tourist attraction was : &lt;strong&gt;Camp John Hay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When we got to CJH, we all headed for a store called &lt;strong&gt;"Mile Hi Export Overruns"&lt;/strong&gt;. That was a place taht sold clothing for young and old. Mommy bought me a bunch of blouses and jackets to go together. The boys bought their own matching GAP sweatshirts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After all the shopping, we went to eat at the Dencio's Grill place. That's when strike one came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  STRIKE ONE : A cold in Baguio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I caught a cold. A COLD in BAGUIO. Ohhhh great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I ate the tasteless food(tasteless, only because I had that wretched cold!). Then me, Ate Mic and Tin-tin decided to go to  Starbucks Baguio. On the way there we passed signs saying : I STRAWBERRY(the figure symbolizing heart...Baguio Strawbverries are the bomb!)BAGUIO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Most of the Starbucks wasn't consumed, bacause the cold ragged on me. Lucky Billy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When we got back to the hotel, I decided just sleep the damn cold off. Before I could sleep though, I had to listen to the drunken people sing "Delilah" in a nearby Kareoke Bar, Along with the symphony of dogs, crickets, birds, and roosters, as they kind of attempted to piss off the residents of Ridgewood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             *Next day, April 30,2006*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I awake at 6:30 in the morning. I'm the ony onwe awake in the room. Ate Kreny and Dends sleep on. I look at the inspiring balcony as the sun streamed thru it. I feel urged to write poetry in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  An hour later, the hotel phone rings. It's mom. She tells me to go to breakfast. I dress  up in shorts and shirt and go to the third floor. Dad's not at the table. Suddenly, the subject of Joshua comes around. Mom must've noticed I couldn;t stop smiling. She says: "Eat. You can meet your  friends later. Does Joshua know you're here? " "Yes." Daddy shows up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom : I want to meet thesekids you know. Even Xyza.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Yeah. Sure. Xyza's a very nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Call Joshua later. Tell him...we'll go to Mines View Park. You can meet him there.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (smmmmile from ear to ear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I called Joshua at about 9:25am. Our conversation went :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*RRRRIIIIIING* (Incoming cal diverts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey. Joshua?&lt;br /&gt;Josh: Yeah. Oh hey Sue.Hey pakisabi sa brother mo na &lt;br /&gt;Ate Dang's not here she's in Bahrain&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hehe. Yeah. Ate Dang. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Josh:What's up?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, see. I'm here na. In..Baguio.&lt;br /&gt;Josh: Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;Me: So...You wanna meet up na?&lt;br /&gt;Josh:Oh...o sige. &lt;br /&gt;Me:Yeah. OK.&lt;br /&gt;Josh:Ummm...kailan. Saan?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ummmm....Mines Veiw? Half an hour from now?&lt;br /&gt;Josh:Uhhhhh...half an hour?From ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Anong oras na ba ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;Josh: Ummm.... 9:30&lt;br /&gt;Me: 9: 30. Ohhh...&lt;br /&gt;Josh: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;MeL Ayaw mo no?&lt;br /&gt;Josh:Di kasi ganito yon. Wala kasi tita ko ngayon so...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;Josh: Try ko siguro later. Where are you ba? Home?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, see. In the hotel. Ridgewood...something.&lt;br /&gt;Josh:Ahhh...Ridgewood. Malapit lang pala kayo sa Mines View. Want me to go there na lang?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ohws?&lt;br /&gt;Josh: Try ko. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, sama mo si Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;              (Jeremy in the background : Sige...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh: Sige. Try ko. Siguro later. Hey Jeremy. Wait. Jeremy's here. Wanna talke to him?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh. Ok...Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             (Jeremy on the phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: Hello. Sino to?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;            (Josh in the background : Si Sue yan! Heehee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy : Ahh...Sue. Musta? Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             ( Kuya JC grabs the phone to talk to Jer about Dang.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kuya JC took charge of the whole meeting thing the whole day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   That day, we went to &lt;strong&gt;Mines Veiw Park&lt;/strong&gt; . I was there. But not...THERE. Get me? I was to excited for the later events. Kuya said we would better meet in the hotel later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wanna stop there. Sometimes, life can be so unfair. Have you ever gotten so close to something? In this case, meeting someone you haven't seen for a really long time? Then, the opportunity gets robbed from you. That's right. My plans got cancelled. That night, I hung out on the balcony, and thought to myself "God, nandito na nga ako eh! Nagbiyahe ako na sampung oras. Pagbigyan mo na sana ako."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Himala! Kasalanan bang...himingi ako sa langit ng himala?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I spent the rest of the trip to Baguio, in disappointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; +horseback riding++paintball++ice cream++pizza+dinner++up in the balcony of Ate Tin's room+Mom's balcony...+ Still effing moping++Back to 212+sleep+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   May 1, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&gt; 3 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We just arrived home. It's 8:30pm, May 1st. We bought Dende's cake earlier today from Red Ribbon. I am so tired. Still pretty disappointed. Well, what can I say? Life's like that? I guess. Full of shitty, enevitable, disappointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go &lt;br /&gt;Everyone I meet &lt;br /&gt;Every time I try to fall in love &lt;br /&gt;They all want to know why I'm so broken &lt;br /&gt;Why am I so cold? &lt;br /&gt;Why I'm so hard inside? &lt;br /&gt;Why am I scared? &lt;br /&gt;What am I afraid of? &lt;br /&gt;I don't even know &lt;br /&gt;This story's never had an end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been waiting &lt;br /&gt;I've been searching &lt;br /&gt;I've been hoping &lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming I'd see you again...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know the ending of this story &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're never coming back &lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna see you again...never.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it all along &lt;br /&gt;You're so predictable &lt;br /&gt;I knew something would go wrong (something's always wrong) &lt;br /&gt;So you don't have to call &lt;br /&gt;Or say anything at all &lt;br /&gt;You're so predictable &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-114675112082464388?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114675112082464388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=114675112082464388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114675112082464388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114675112082464388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/05/istrawberrybaguiomy-ass.html' title='I....Strawberry...Baguio...(My ASS!!!)'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-114552407366135661</id><published>2006-04-20T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T17:07:53.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Survey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!START BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fun Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;They call me:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sooey,Sueygirl...Curly &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sex:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Female &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;First breath of air:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;when i was born... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Occupation:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;soon to be junior in highschool &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best friends:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Leksa,Noel,Angel,Angelia,Eunice,Poops,Tricia... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rewind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Most memorable moment:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmmm...prom '06...every special moment at psb that was good...and oh those load wastin'  text seshs! *hehe* &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Worst:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmmm...when i found out that...(i don't wanna talk bout it!) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;First word uttered:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;"pa?" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;First best friend ever:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Tricia &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Love is a many splendored thing...composed of 4 letters "whew!" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;First love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Joshua &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Love or lust:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;LOVE &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best love song:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Endless Love by Loinel Richie and Diana Ross &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is it possible to be in love with more than one person at the same time?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, but it drives you completely crrrrazy! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;When love hurts, you:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;cry my eyes out while listening to girl power music! YEAH! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;True or false: All you need is love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hmmm...false. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is there such thing as love at first sight?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yeah, i guess so. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Opposite Sex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Turn Ons:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Good teeth...on the other hand braces work too! Musicians... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do your parents' opinions on your bf/gf matter to you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;YES!(I wouldn't know yet...) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hairstyle:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hmmm..clean cut! :) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you the type of person to HOLLER and ask for numbers?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no, i let peeps sign slambooks! :) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Picky Picky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cat or dog:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Doggie! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Short or long hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Long. Although my hair is short! Dang it! :(( &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Shine or rain:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Rain! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Moon or sun:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Both. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hugs or kisses:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Mwwwwahhugs! :) xoxxoo... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;1 best friend or 10 aquaintances:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;One bestfriend... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Summer or winter:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Winter! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Written letters or e-mails:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Both! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Playstation or Nintendo:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Playstation! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Car or motorcycle:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Car! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;House party or club:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;House Party! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sing or dance:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sing! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Freak or slow dance:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Slooooow dance! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lately&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How are you today?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hmmmm...aside from missin' some stuff and peeps...I'd say I'm pretty OK! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What pants are you wearing right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;YES! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What shirt are you wearing right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;A gray shirt with blue stripes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What song are you listening to right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Ate Mic is watching the Simpsons. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How is the weather right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I wouldn't know! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Last person you talked to on the phone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Someone who asked for Dendz! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Last dream you can remember:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I was in Dagupan City, Pangasinan! Hehe! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who are you talking to right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Kuya Bobby just left Ate's room!...so nobody! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What time is it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;4:56pm &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;More About YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What are the last 4 digits of your phone number?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I don't have a phone number here yet. But in Bahrain it was ...0612.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you were a crayon, what color would you be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Green! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever almost died?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's the next CD you're going to buy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Kuya Bobby just bought me athe CD of Pussycat Dolls from ValuePoint.....Thanks kuya! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's the best advice ever given to you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Forget Poops! (Noel Oliveros...hmmm...miss you!) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How many kids do you want to have?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;5????Hehe! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite shampoo:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Dove! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What are you most scared of?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Needles! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How many TV's do you have in your house?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;5 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have your own TV?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Soon! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you dream about?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Lotsa stuff! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who do you tell your dreams to?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;My journal. I used to tell the to Angelia before, now we don't see each other anymore so...*wahhh!* &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's the quietest friend you have?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Angelica Bulacan! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is cheerleading a sport?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No! Don't think so. Coz cheerlearders are the ones cheering theh playas...duh! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Lotttz! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S1175/Fun_Survey.html" title="Fun Survey"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been totally &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;!END BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-114552407366135661?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114552407366135661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=114552407366135661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114552407366135661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114552407366135661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/04/survey.html' title='~*Survey!'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-114544486006794937</id><published>2006-04-19T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:07:40.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~thoughts part 2 (*SIGH)...</title><content type='html'>*~"Makikita ko pa ba si 926??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"Hmmmph...baka hindi na!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"Hey! Punta tayo sa Dagupan!" hehe...:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"Hindi ako galit sayo...promise!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"Green braces!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"Nakakaranas ako ngayon ng matinding kalungkutan..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow...so why can't i turn off the radio?... Ewan ko din!" (Reposed from another FRIENDSTER BLOG..Paula "someone" yata yon? Uyyyy...may kilala akong isa dyan ha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"Inar aro taka mut!" (ANO???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"The total formation of every educand....long live to you our beloved....a fountain of wisdom..." *sighhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"Angeles and anophelis both start with a letter A."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"Geez, idol ko talaga yung nakapasok sa BUMUN!Grabe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~"Da seeling man!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~UP ....and...downnnnnn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"Balbalum su  babam...." wekwek! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"Did you know that thr word Agana...rhymes with banana?" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"Inaantok na 'ko...lam niyo ba na 1:30 na ako nakatulog kagabi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"Sadali lang. Alam niyo ba na tumaas ang grade niya ng 4 points this grading dahil siya lang ang nagtataas ng kamay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"Oi! Bilis kumanta ka na!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"May nabalitaan ako ngayon."&lt;br /&gt;  "Ohwz? Ano yon?&lt;br /&gt;  "Recording artist ka na daw?"&lt;br /&gt;  "Uhhhmmm...yeah. Sorta!&lt;br /&gt;  "Uy!Pahingi CD??!" :))&lt;br /&gt;  "Uhhhmm...try ko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"Ano kinakain mo?"&lt;br /&gt;  "Pagkain!"&lt;br /&gt;  "Oh."&lt;br /&gt;  "Uy...CD?"&lt;br /&gt;  "Uhhhmm...(s***!)...bukas.(???)&lt;br /&gt;  "Promise?"&lt;br /&gt;  "Uhhhmm...yeah?!...Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"Uyyy...salamat. San mo nakuha?"&lt;br /&gt;  "Sikret.HEHE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"oOops...the clock on the TV...says 9:26pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"I am the sun, and the air. I am human and i need to be loved. JUST---LIKE---EVERYBODY ELSE DOES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"Bat ako parati yung second place?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"Mahirap magsulat ng parang nasa silya elektrika ka...alam mo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*"Whats up?...corn sup....OOOOHHHKAY...ang corny mo tol! wekwek... :))"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-114544486006794937?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114544486006794937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=114544486006794937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114544486006794937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114544486006794937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/04/thoughts-part-2-sigh.html' title='*~thoughts part 2 (*SIGH)...'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-114448185082528892</id><published>2006-04-08T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T15:59:54.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~Thoughts....*sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"I don't believe &lt;br /&gt;In the smile that you leave &lt;br /&gt;When you walk away &lt;br /&gt;And say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;Well I don't expect &lt;br /&gt;The world to move underneath me &lt;br /&gt;But for god sake could you try?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is your heart &lt;br /&gt;cause I don't really feel you &lt;br /&gt;Where is your heart &lt;br /&gt;What I really want it to believe you &lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard to give me what I need &lt;br /&gt;I Want your heart to bleed &lt;br /&gt;Thats all I'm asking for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Where is your heart?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It seems so much is left unsaid &lt;br /&gt;But you can say anything &lt;br /&gt;Oh anytime you need &lt;br /&gt;Baby it's just you.....and me"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;                         ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drowns in his dreams&lt;br /&gt;An exquisite extreme, I know&lt;br /&gt;He's as damned as he seems&lt;br /&gt;And more heaven than a heart could hold&lt;br /&gt;And if I tried to save him&lt;br /&gt;My whole world could cave in&lt;br /&gt;It just ain't right, it just ain't right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what he's after&lt;br /&gt;But he's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful disaster&lt;br /&gt;And if I could hold on&lt;br /&gt;Through the tears and the laughter&lt;br /&gt;Would it be beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;Or just a beautiful disaster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's magic and myth&lt;br /&gt;As strong as what I believe&lt;br /&gt;A tragedy with&lt;br /&gt;More damage that a soul should see&lt;br /&gt;And do I try to change him?&lt;br /&gt;So hard not to blame him&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight, hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh 'cause I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what he's after&lt;br /&gt;But he's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful disaster&lt;br /&gt;And if I could hold on&lt;br /&gt;Through the tears and the laughter&lt;br /&gt;Would it be beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;Or just a beautiful disaster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm longing for love and the logical&lt;br /&gt;But he's only happy hysterical&lt;br /&gt;I'm waitin' for some kind of miracle&lt;br /&gt;Waiting so long, &lt;br /&gt;So long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's soft to the touch&lt;br /&gt;But frayed at the end he breaks&lt;br /&gt;He's never enough&lt;br /&gt;And still he's more than I can take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh 'cause I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what he's after&lt;br /&gt;But he's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful disaster&lt;br /&gt;And if I could hold on&lt;br /&gt;Through the tears and the laughter&lt;br /&gt;Would it be beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;Or just a beautiful disaster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful disaster....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 ***&lt;br /&gt;"Natapos na ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;Nandito pa rin ako&lt;br /&gt;Hetong nakatulala&lt;br /&gt;Sa mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo maiisip&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo makikita&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga pangarap ko&lt;br /&gt;Para sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko maisip&lt;br /&gt;Kung wala ka&lt;br /&gt;Oh…&lt;br /&gt;sa buhay ko..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love,&lt;br /&gt;There’s only you in my life&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that’s bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first love,&lt;br /&gt;You’re every breath that I take&lt;br /&gt;You’re every step I make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i&lt;br /&gt;(i-i-i-i-i)&lt;br /&gt;I want to share&lt;br /&gt;All my love with you&lt;br /&gt;No one else will do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes, your eyes&lt;br /&gt;They tell me how much you care&lt;br /&gt;Ooh yes, you will always be&lt;br /&gt;My endless love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Two hearts that beat as one&lt;br /&gt;Our lives have just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;(ohhhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hold you close in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I can’t resist your charms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love&lt;br /&gt;Oh, love&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be a fool&lt;br /&gt;For you,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure&lt;br /&gt;You know I don’t mind&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know I don’t mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’cause you,&lt;br /&gt;You mean the world to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;I’ve found in you&lt;br /&gt;My endless love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh-woow&lt;br /&gt;Boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;Boom, boom, boom, boom, booom&lt;br /&gt;Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*turn the page*)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, and love&lt;br /&gt;Oh, love&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be that fool&lt;br /&gt;For you,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure&lt;br /&gt;You know I don’t mind&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know-&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be the only one&lt;br /&gt;’cause no one can deny&lt;br /&gt;This love I have inside&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll give it all to you&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;My love, my love&lt;br /&gt;My endless love&lt;br /&gt;                          ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate myself for losing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing it all so clear&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for losing you&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And staring at you is why he's not here?"&lt;br /&gt;                                  ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May isang babae...namatay yun nanay niya...dun sa libing nun nanay niya, may nakita siyang guy...nagustuhan niya yun guy...hindi niya kilala...as in di niya alam yun number nun guy....or anything...nagustuhan niya... weeks later namatay yun sister nung babae...&lt;strong&gt;BAT SIYA NAMATAY?????"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Unwavering exsistense, genuine nonesense, indulge yourself in the deadly insence..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Common sense is not so common"&lt;br /&gt;                         -Voltaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To be continued*....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-114448185082528892?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114448185082528892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=114448185082528892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114448185082528892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114448185082528892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/04/thoughtssigh.html' title='*~Thoughts....*sigh*'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-114356028511447550</id><published>2006-03-28T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:38:05.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"All For Love" (an English Story)</title><content type='html'>"I will do everything for the one I love"&lt;br /&gt;                           -Ate Bhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            "All For Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Long long ago, in an unknown, strange land, there lived a woman named Euso. She had a  special gift of seeing things that were going to happen in the future, such as deaths and murders. She used it to full advantage. Aside from her unique gift, she was also a master in the art of potion making. Like few of the people in that land, she possessed the sign of the triquetra (an interlocked vesica-pisces) to signify that she was different. &lt;br /&gt;  The love of Euso's life was Aevin, her bestfriend. Aevin knew that Euso was smitten with him, but never really paid any attention to the matter. To him, she was a bestfriend. He loved her like a sister...nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;  Aevin adored Kryshna, the most beautiful maiden in the whole of the land. In fact, she was so exquisitely flawless , that throngs of men did foolish tasks, in the attempt to win her heart. All failed to do so, except one man. That man was Darius, the great warrior.&lt;br /&gt;   Even though Aevin knew that Kryshna loved Darius very much, and that his chances of winning over her heart were slim to none, he decided to do the unthinkable nad court her.&lt;br /&gt;  As months passed, Aevin was so blinded by Kryshna (whom had not yet answered to his courting), that his friendship with Euso deteriorated. There were days when he tended  to ignore her. If he didn't ingnore her, he tended to use her to get information on Kryshna. His world now seemed to revolve on Kryshna alone. This made Euso jealous, but above all...worried.&lt;br /&gt;  After a few more days, Kryshna began to feel very annoyed and irritated by Aevin's unending series of love notes and serenades(what he'd like to call "kundiman"...). By that time, Kryshna still loved Darius, and she feared that Aevin was interferring. So, she set up a scheme to poison him!&lt;br /&gt;  The next day, she invited Aevin over for supper. He cheerfully accepted and ran over to Euso's house to tell her the great news. What he didn't know was that...she had just found out.&lt;br /&gt;  Back at her house, Euso had just recieved the dreaded premonition. Upon Aevin's arrival, she wasted no time in narrating to him what she;d just seen. He refused to listen. Euso begged. She pleaded! He just disregarded. &lt;br /&gt;   That whole afternoon, Euso deviced a plan and brainstormed for something that could possibly help save Aevin's life. After hours and hours of endless thinking, she finally got it! She brewed a potion that would temporarily make her look like Aevin. she was going to disguise herself as Aevin and go to Kryshna's mansion for supper.&lt;br /&gt;  As the clock struck seven, Euso(disguised as Aevin), set off to Kryshna's mansion. She knew a shortcut and beat Aevin in getting there. At the doorstep, her trembling hand rang the doorbell. She entered the mansion.&lt;br /&gt;  Moments later, Kryshna greeted Euso, who she thought was Aevin. Faking a smile, she invited her to the dining room. Without further delay, Kryshna handed the poisoned beverage to Euso.&lt;br /&gt;    Euso knew that the beverage was poisoned. Somehow, she knew what was going to happen, but she didn't care. Her love for Aevin was unconditional, and she was willing to sacrifice her life for him.&lt;br /&gt;   Kryshna smiled invitingly and told Euso(she still thought this was Aevin) to drink the beverage. Satisfaction streamed all over her face as she waited impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;  Raising the goblet, Euso thought of Aevin, as she whispered her final farewell to her beloved (Inaro taka....). She consumed the drink...and died.&lt;br /&gt;   Thinking that she'd finally killed Aevin, Kryshna, in fear of having to face her own death for what she'd just done, escaped her mansion that night.&lt;br /&gt;   When Aevin arrived, he found a look alike of himself lying on the floor. One hand holding a goblet, the other slightly opened. In shock, he rushed to the side of the person. Who could this be??? He began to speculate for answers in his now confuzzled head. &lt;br /&gt;   To his dismay, he spotted the triquetra on the person's right hand. He was not doubting now. This was Euso. The Euso that loved him. His best friend. She had sacrificed her life for him.&lt;br /&gt;  Aevin's head filled with nagging questions and regret. If only he realized that Euso's love was real! If only he had given Euso importance! If only he wasn't so obssessed with Kryshna, long enough to see! If only! If only! Oh, if only! There was nothing he could do now. Euso lay lifeless on the ground. She died all for love. She was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         -Sue Valencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               -000-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts about this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&gt; This was originally a story that popped into my head while I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;Mia asked me to tell a story. I made a draft of this one impromptu in my head.&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;This story was inspired by pOopS xxvii&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;It's sort of a mixture of Charmed, Harry Potter, and the ending of Naive Snirp 26's "Tree of Life".&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;Euso is sort of like Phoebe from Charmed.&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;This story was upgraded in Sir JC's class on March 04, 2006. I thought "Why not wrote a love story??" Then "About what?". I thought about the quote Ate Bhe (Arbi) said...&lt;br /&gt;~&gt; While I wrote this story I had to listen to "El Tango De Roxanne" about 20 times continously. I just found so much inspiration from it.&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;Th original title of this story was supposed to be "El Tango De Prinsipe". Then I realized it was cliched, plus I didn't really see the connection.&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;The triquetra is the symblo on the book of shadows...in Charmed.&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;I got a 15/15 for this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                ****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-114356028511447550?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114356028511447550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=114356028511447550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114356028511447550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114356028511447550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-for-love-english-story.html' title='&quot;All For Love&quot; (an English Story)'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-114346826768280133</id><published>2006-03-27T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:04:27.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Puno ng Buhay"          NI : Naive Snirp :))</title><content type='html'>Tree of Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Unwavering Exsistense, Genuine Nonesense, Indulge Yourself in the Deadly Insence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           "Tree of Life"                         &lt;br /&gt;      Sometime in a far desert land, when a god named Yneo, was weary of hearing the Harions, the god's singers, yodel and chant, he tried to find a place of solace where he could relax and hang out. The chants made him bored, and so he went back to Belmon, where he lived with all the other gods and goddesses. He began to engross himself in searchig for some interesting adventures. With his bestowed power, he decided to diguise himself as a mortal human and explores the world. He found himself a delighting hang out, in a place called Riffar.&lt;br /&gt;    Yneo has known about Riffar ever since he was a child. It was a city where beautiful ladies where beautiful ladies strolled in the midst of the garden, they gathered shababs for frolics. He had never created the idea that he would be flown in the city of gardens. From nowhere,he drifted into golden memoirs of meeting humans. As Yneo mingled with the people, he found strange lifestyles. It was never seen in his wildest dreams...being immortal. He he wished he could stay longre in this place! &lt;br /&gt;    One day, during his visit to Riffar, he went to the meadow to sit and have his relaxation. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a clique of girls came running. Chasing and playing with each other happily. After their merry leisure,they gathered around, and picked flowers. They picked and picked  and put all the flowers together in one basket. The basket was&lt;br /&gt;filled with sweet -smelling narcissus, the bright-colored cassablanca lilies, and the crimson splendor of wild roses.&lt;br /&gt;  Other than the flowers, Yneo noticed one girl. She was Sacilla. Many girls are prettier than she, but for Yneo,Sacilla ranked to be the loveliest. Yneo disgiused himself as a bull. A bull with a tame face and with golden fur. The girls noticed it. They were afraid to go near tha bull, for they might be killed. Sacilla was the only one who flourished near to it. She stroked the lovely arm unto its shining fur. The bull lowered his enormous body at the bare feet of Sacilla, showing her to mount unto him. Sacilla called her friends and they helped her  mount. The bull leaped out of the meadow, into the flowerbed...and away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No bull could this be!" Thought Sacilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She begged...pleaded, to the bull to take her back to her friends and home. The animal answered that she had nothing to fear about. He was Yneo, the Son of the chief god to whom she gave praise and worship. She will bare him his first child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course , everything happend as Yneo said.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Months later, Sacilla gave birth to a child. The child was called Bayoch. There was somthing wrong with this child.&lt;br /&gt;He did not make a sound or even let out a cry when he was let out into this world. When Sacilla gave birth to Bayoch, Yneo sensed it. Before he moved his bodyto go visit Sacilla, he was caught by the Mammads. The Mammads were a hatchet man. of his father King Phyran. Athough the claws of Mammads surrounded his body, he tried to resist it. He did not succeed. Later, Phyran , the chief god flourished next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will never see your child," he said in a lurid deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yneo, weak and dilatory, answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? My son?" Sluggish surrounded his body, making it numb. Eventually he felt unkemp to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyran ordered the Mammads to kill Bayoch and Sacilla. And so they went to earth. Shortly, they arrived in the city where Sacilla lived. They started to sabotage  and demolish the little houses, in which people tend to seek shelter. Sacilla knew this would happen. She knew the Mammads. For the Mammads murdered her parents. Gruesome! Sacilla decided that her own son must not be killed. So, what she did was, she ran to the backdoor which yielded to the lifeless desert. Without looking back, Sacilla ran as fast as she could. Still the Mammads had been able to floow them. After a long chase and running, Sacilla got tired. The Mammads took it as an advantage. They threw their never-ending claws at her feet , making her body numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacilla had no chance of escaping. While this was happening, Bayoch was in her hand, tightly embraced to her breast. He saw the sufferings of his mother. Sacilla was half-concious. She saw  a bright blue smoke. Light struck her eyes. She heard the cry of her son. As the tears of Bayoch fell down at the claws of the slimy Mammads, they started to melt one by one, making Sacilla free from those claws. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Bayoch saw his mother, there lying still on the sand of Riffar, a pale color on her face. No life. Dead. Bayoch had pity on his mother. He decided to turn her into a tree. Slowly and gradually, Sacilla morphed into a tree. With Bayoch's tears, she would be able to get some water to sustain herself. From these tears she lived a hundred years...until now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-naive snirp-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-114346826768280133?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114346826768280133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=114346826768280133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114346826768280133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114346826768280133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/03/puno-ng-buhay-ni-naive-snirp.html' title='&quot;Puno ng Buhay&quot;          NI : Naive Snirp :))'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-114304482622094241</id><published>2006-03-23T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:08:56.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day...</title><content type='html'>Life is just...wow! Isn't it? Today was the last day of school. My last day at PSB! So sad grabe! It was Sports Day too. I didn't play. All I did was "vandalize" students T-shirts. I, of course...let them vandilize mine as well. Although, mine's not yet done. There's so much space pa at the back! Baluy promised he'd sign it in pure &lt;em&gt;KAPAMPANGAN&lt;/em&gt; on Saturday at the SENIOR'S grad practice. Then Nivea said "MAYBE". Well, at least it's a "MAYBE".Grabe, I was so sad kanina!! :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Overall, today was a day of mixed emotions. I was happy at first...then sad in the end. Paolo didn't make it...so technically, yesterday was the last time I would ever get the chance to see him! He gave me his water bottle for a remembrance. Aww...sweet right? Well, maybe not to you...because its a water bottle and all... but to me it means alot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If I think about it I had fun this school year. Aside from the ...you know...that was sad but...aside from those goshdamn depressing times...it was a really good SY!&lt;br /&gt;Ate Jendz gave me the nicest goodbye present ever:a CD with 113 MP3 songs on it. Like, you know...songs about friendship and love and all! She wrote a letter too! AWWW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if there are ever any PSB studes that come across this post, I wanna thank you guys for everything! You can comment!! :) (PLLLEAASEE???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you peeps!! K.I.T. ok??? Mwahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;kleyrXXvII&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-114304482622094241?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114304482622094241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=114304482622094241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114304482622094241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114304482622094241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-day.html' title='Last Day...'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-114011740133274471</id><published>2006-02-17T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T03:16:41.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THe Most Memorable Vday Ever!!</title><content type='html'>Vday '06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ya'll! First of all, belated happy valentines day to everybody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GAWD! My Valentines was soooo memorable! I went to the prom with Billy (his JS...not mine!). I had so much fun, even if I was only a guest. There were lots of sophie studes too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imran gave me a rose. Aww...my first rose! Heehee...Thank you! He danced with me alot too. Heck! I danced with lots of peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Imran(he asked about a million times)&lt;br /&gt;*Darren(twice)&lt;br /&gt;*Bryan(once)&lt;br /&gt;*one of the Soque twins(for about 30 secs.)&lt;br /&gt;*Leksa(who is currently mad at me for "ditching" her on the stage...I DID NOT ditch her...the hell!)&lt;br /&gt;*Noel(he was sad at his own prom...aww..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oooops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignacio moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Paolo(twice...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like..."Wala na si Kuya eh...tara sayaw tayo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harhar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Long As You Love Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Althrough loneliness has always been a friend of mine,&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving my life in your hands&lt;br /&gt;People say I'm crazy and that I am blind&lt;br /&gt;Risking it all in a glance&lt;br /&gt;And how you got me blind is still a mystery&lt;br /&gt;I can't get you out of my head&lt;br /&gt;Don't care what is written in your history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I don't care who you are&lt;br /&gt;Where you're from&lt;br /&gt;What you did&lt;br /&gt;As long as you long me&lt;br /&gt;Who you are&lt;br /&gt;Where you're from&lt;br /&gt;Don't care what you did&lt;br /&gt;As long as you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you've said and done&lt;br /&gt;Feels like it's deep within me&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really matter if you're on the run&lt;br /&gt;It seems like we're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to hide it so that no one knows&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it shows&lt;br /&gt;When you look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;What you did and where you're coming from&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;As long as you love me baby&lt;br /&gt;Chorus to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          ****&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH!!!! He's smooth on his feet grabe!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never ever forget that moment!!!! Ever...ever!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh....Yehey!!!!!! ****I am just bursting with fruit flavor****...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;My love is pure.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;She was with another man.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;br /&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;br /&gt;Fucking high,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;br /&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-114011740133274471?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114011740133274471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=114011740133274471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114011740133274471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/114011740133274471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/02/most-memorable-vday-ever.html' title='THe Most Memorable Vday Ever!!'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-113629242452404347</id><published>2006-01-03T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:47:04.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dog</title><content type='html'>You go to thr pet store. You try your best to find the "perfect" pet. As you walk in, you see different kinds of animals that seem to be everywhere. Cats, birds,mice,rabbits,fish... You name it...its there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you don't seem to want any of these. You are looking for something cuddly and soft...something...like a dog. Then it gets to you. "That's it! A dog!!" You look around in search of thr cutest doggie in the pet store. There are dogs of different sizes and colors and different breeds. It's hard to decide which you wanted to take home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you come across a cute puppy. It reminds you greatly of your dog named Eddie. You decide this is--- THE ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so overjoyed as you take the new puppy home. For thr next few days, you comtemplate on what the nameless puppy should be called. Then you consider the name Kerry would be perfect. Since, Kerry was the name of the politician running to be president at the present time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KERRY!!!!" You'd call out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd come-a rushing to your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realize, as you work busily...he follows you all around your office. He does everything you do. Then you think back to you r childhood memories. Out of the blue you just start singing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me and my SHADOW&lt;br /&gt;Everthing my SHADOW DOES I do..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hits you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think to yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's it! Shadow! My doggie's name is Shadow..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love Shadow... He is the cutest dog in the world to you. You enjoy feeding him.You enjoy playing with him. You enjoy cuddling him. You enjoy practically every single moment with this dog. You even let him sleep in your own bed. That was how much this dog meant to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, just at the turn of NEW YEAR, Shadow---the everbeloved dog---passes away. So peacefully---he makes his way to a wonderful place called "Doggie Heaven".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sad and devastated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just tell you this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shadow loves and is watching over you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*In Loving Memory of SHADOW TECSON*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NOVEMBER 11,2004-JANUARY 02,2006*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Much Cherished and will never ever be forgotten*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-113629242452404347?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113629242452404347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=113629242452404347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/113629242452404347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/113629242452404347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/dog.html' title='A Dog'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-113560833230343791</id><published>2005-12-26T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T22:45:32.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching Friendster Profile</title><content type='html'>ECLS, SAGS, JRIS, AIS, PSB(sa kasalukuyan)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupation:&lt;br /&gt;mag-aaral, utusan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companies:&lt;br /&gt;SAC(Success Art Center) bilang utusan [negosyo namin kasi ito]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affiliations:&lt;br /&gt;-=IgLesiA ni Crist0=-, fRienDstEr, SAC(Success Art Cente)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies and Interests:&lt;br /&gt;mga larong biswal, pagbabasa, pag-chibog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Books:&lt;br /&gt;ABNKKBSNPLAKo, Ang LiBro Ni huDas, Bakit bALiktAd mAgBasA ang mGa piLipin0...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movies:&lt;br /&gt;-bayong ng mga prutas-, bayaran ito paharap, mensahe sa loob ng botelya, pagkatao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Music:&lt;br /&gt;mga akustic at mg alumang tugtugin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV Shows:&lt;br /&gt;Charmed, barney, ang ikatlong bato mula sa araw, hindi masyadong raven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Me:&lt;br /&gt;ako...&lt;br /&gt;ang pangalan ko'y Prince Aevin A. Agana...&lt;br /&gt;labing-anim na gulang at may lima't pitong talapakan...&lt;br /&gt;galing ako ng Pangasinan...(sa pilipinas ito)...&lt;br /&gt;medyo may katabaan...&lt;br /&gt;walang kwentang kausap...&lt;br /&gt;tumatawa kahit saan at kailan...&lt;br /&gt;ksalukuyan akong nag-aaral sa Mataas na paaral ng Pilipinas sa Bahrain...&lt;br /&gt;nasa ika-apat na taon ako ng aking hayskul...&lt;br /&gt;mapagmahal,masunurin,masinop,matiyaga,makatarungan,malikhain,mapagkali nga at mapagkawanggawa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakararanas ako ngaun ng matinding kalungkutan buhat ng dumating ako sa lupain ng bansang ito... Di ko mapigilan ang aking sarili... pighati't kalungkutan ang laging humahampas sa aking pisngi... ang malayo sa minamahal mo... ang paglisan sa bansang umaruga sa akin ng labinlimang taon... ngau'y wala na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lahat ng malulungkot at masasayang araw kasama ang mga kamag-aral...&lt;br /&gt;ang pagtampisaw sa tubig na dala ng mga bagyo...&lt;br /&gt;ang paghabol sa nagtitinda ng tinapay, tuwing umaga...&lt;br /&gt;ang pagsakay sa dyip at traysikel...&lt;br /&gt;ang pagmamalengke gabigabi...&lt;br /&gt;ang panonood sa plaza tuwing may okasyon...&lt;br /&gt;ang pagbisita sa kaarawan ng mga kaibigan at kamag-anak...&lt;br /&gt;at ang pagtulog na dala ang takot at baka'y maroong magtangkang umakyat sa iyong bahay....&lt;br /&gt;lahat ng ito'y wala na... &lt;br /&gt;nagmistulang parang bula...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero masaya rin ako at ng paglapag dito'y ikaw ang aking nakita...&lt;br /&gt;lahat ng kalungkutan, paghihinagpis, at pasakit ay aking ng napagbaka...&lt;br /&gt;kahit ako'y di man pansinin...&lt;br /&gt;kahit ako'y di mahalin....&lt;br /&gt;kahit ako'y iyong lokohin...&lt;br /&gt;masaya na akong malaman mo...&lt;br /&gt;na ikaw ang tinitibok ng aking puso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang tanging hangad ng pusong sugatan...&lt;br /&gt;at ng di masukat-maitumbas na pag-ibig...&lt;br /&gt;kailangan man ang aking buhay...&lt;br /&gt;dahil sa pag-ibis sa 'yo'y handang ibigay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabasa't madama mo sana itong munting hina-ing....&lt;br /&gt;dahil ito lang ang gusto kong iparating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kulang ang pangungusap para sabihin...&lt;br /&gt;ikaw lang ang aking mamahalin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-XxVi-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I Want to Meet:&lt;br /&gt;kahit sino... basta't magandang kasama...&lt;br /&gt;at mga kalog... pero hindi palasakit ng damdamin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung gusto niyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idagdag niyo na lamang ako sa tala ng mga kaibigan niyo......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heto't aking ibibigay ang aking dalawang de-kuryenteng liham......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;triquetra926@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anophelis@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-XxVi-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-113560833230343791?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113560833230343791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=113560833230343791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/113560833230343791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/113560833230343791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/touching-friendster-profile.html' title='Touching Friendster Profile'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-113497542566144597</id><published>2005-12-19T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T14:57:05.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Surprise</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was such a BLAST!!! It was the best Christmas Party I have ever had! I hungout with a bunch of the greatest people. At first Prince didn't show up. I was thinking like "Oh Gawd!! He's not here!" ....I waited and waited. Listening to the Mix CD Ate Jenda had made for me and Prince (one copy each). I was so sad. At around 10am or so, while I was listening to "Here Without You" by Three Doors Down, emoting inside myself,he came. He came while I was in the middle of the chorus. Then he suddenly arrived! Eunice and I were like "Yehey! Nandyan na si Kuya Poops!!!"(YES! We looooooove that guy soooo much! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained to the both of us that he was late because he had to attend church. He's Iglesia...so he had to celebrate Thanksgiving Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He arrived!!!! Finally!!! I was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he had finally arrived(whew), it was time to eat. The food was the bomb!! We had pasta, potato wedges, fried chicken,chicken fingers,&lt;em&gt;adobo&lt;/em&gt;,and chocolate cake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, the highschool students were all called downstairs for exchange gift(highschool category). It was a bit boring...I spent most of it talking to Daniel and my favorite PC Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time zoomed by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:05pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran out of time so the SC officers just told is to give our gifts to the person we picked. In my case...Prince. I walked up to him (he was playing the guitar...ohhh...He plays guitar now too huh??)...I said "Merry Christmas Prince"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He look away from the guitar he was tuning. He saw me and smiled (*sigh* *faint* *braces*...). He said : "O! Salamat...Thank you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why you're most welcome." (No...I didn't say that...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went upstairs I received gifts too. I forgot that I haven't given him the Mix CD so I went to the Seniors A classroom. I gave it to him. I didn;t expect to get anythig in return. Thrn, he handed me this gift wrapped in apple-green gift wrapper. I was so shocked...I never thought he'd remember me. I said "Ohh...aww.." That was all I could say...Speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thank you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened it...Then I saw...a figurine...It is just so cute!! :)...I'll treasure it. I kept the wrapper too! And the bond paper...*cry* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts recieved :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - (MOM AND DAD)&lt;br /&gt;A SHIRT- (NIKKI)&lt;br /&gt;STATIONARY SET- (KARRYLL)&lt;br /&gt;LOVE BIRD FIGURINE - (ANGELIA)&lt;br /&gt;BOY SITTING ON BENCH FIGURINE - (EUNICE)&lt;br /&gt;THE PRINCESS BALLERINA FIGURINE- (PRINCE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******THANK YOU*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!!! Love you!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sue-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-113497542566144597?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113497542566144597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=113497542566144597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/113497542566144597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/113497542566144597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/best-surprise.html' title='The Best Surprise'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-113481620637108447</id><published>2005-12-17T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T18:47:36.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the Christmas Season!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't blogged much lately have I? Where to start?? Well, today was PSB's 11th anniversary foundation day. I didn't even bother to go. Billy's there though. I just preffered to read Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Poops(Prince). It's a better use of my time isn't it? I refuse to go to school on Foundation Day! Its just the most boring event of the year!! It is, SERIOUSLY!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow though, is going to be so great!! It's the first day of the two-day highschool Christmas Party. YES! The highschool Christmas party is the best event because its the only time that us students get a feel of Christmas Bahrain,the locals don't celebrate at all. I know...Its sucks!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez,I wonder who picked me for the Christmas monito/monita thing. Who?? Well, whoever it is, I'm going to find out tomorrow. Hmmm...Oh yeah. I have to thank that person because he/she gave me such a cute, white,teddybear last Monday! A teddy which I named JOHAN! Why JOHAN?? I do not know (giggles). I was planning on naming it AEVIN but I realized that I had like, a dozen teddy bears named AEVIN (*NIVEA*) already...JOHAN was the first name that came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of AEVIN (*NIVEA*)...I picked the guy. Ah...no. SERIOUSLY. I &lt;em&gt;picked &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the guy&lt;/strong&gt;!! I am going to give him bottle og Ralph Lauren perfume. (FYI : I am listening to "The Sweater" right now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "GIRLS... I know you understand this, and feel the intrinsic incredible emotion..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;Meryn Cadell&lt;br /&gt;Â» The Sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lyrics are spoken)&lt;br /&gt;Girls,&lt;br /&gt;I know you will understand this&lt;br /&gt;and feel the intrinsic incredible emotion&lt;br /&gt;You have just pulled over your head the worn,&lt;br /&gt;warm sweater belonging to a boy&lt;br /&gt;Now, you haven't had a passionate kissing session or anything,&lt;br /&gt;but you got to go on a camping trip with him&lt;br /&gt;and eight other people from school&lt;br /&gt;And you practically slept together,&lt;br /&gt;your sleeping bag right next to his&lt;br /&gt;And you woke in the night to watch him as he slept&lt;br /&gt;but you couldn't see anything 'cause it was dark&lt;br /&gt;so you just laid there and listened to his breathing(wheezing)&lt;br /&gt;and wondered if your heart might burst&lt;br /&gt;The sweater has that faintly goat-like smell&lt;br /&gt;which all teenage boys possess,&lt;br /&gt;and that smell will lovingly transfer&lt;br /&gt;to all your other clothes&lt;br /&gt;If you get to keep it for a few days you can sleep with it&lt;br /&gt;but don't let your mom see, 'cause she'll say,&lt;br /&gt;"what is that filthy thing, and who does it belong to&lt;br /&gt;besides the trash man?"&lt;br /&gt;So you have to keep it under the covers with you&lt;br /&gt;You can kind of lie it beside you,&lt;br /&gt;or wrap it around your waist,&lt;br /&gt;or touch it on your legs, or whatever&lt;br /&gt;That's your business&lt;br /&gt;Now if the sweater has, like, reindeer on it&lt;br /&gt;or is a funny color like yellow... I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;you can't get away with a sweater like that&lt;br /&gt;Look for brown, or grey, or blue&lt;br /&gt;Anything other than that, and you know you're dealing with&lt;br /&gt;someone who's different&lt;br /&gt;And different is NOT what you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for those Alpine ski-chiseled features&lt;br /&gt;and that sort of blank look which passes for deep thought&lt;br /&gt;or at least the notion that someone's home&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for the boy of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;who is the same boy in the dreams of all your friends&lt;br /&gt;Monday, wear the sweater&lt;br /&gt;to school&lt;br /&gt;Be calm, look cute&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell him about the dream you had&lt;br /&gt;about the place the two of you would share&lt;br /&gt;when you get older&lt;br /&gt;Just be yourself&lt;br /&gt;The best, cutest, quietest version of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Definitely wear lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;He looks at you, and then he looks away&lt;br /&gt;And then he walks away&lt;br /&gt;and the smell of the sweater hits you again suddenly&lt;br /&gt;like ape-scent gloriola&lt;br /&gt;and you get a note passed to you&lt;br /&gt;by a girl in History that says&lt;br /&gt;"He needs that sweater back.&lt;br /&gt;He forgot you put it on in the tent on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;and he's been looking for it."&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have to die of humiliation, you know&lt;br /&gt;You are a strong person&lt;br /&gt;and this is a learning experience&lt;br /&gt;You can still hold your head up high as you run from the classroom&lt;br /&gt;tearing the stinking sweater from your body&lt;br /&gt;You've got a secret now, honey,&lt;br /&gt;and though you'd never sink as low as him,&lt;br /&gt;you could blab it all over the school if you wanted&lt;br /&gt;The label in that sweater&lt;br /&gt;said "100% Acrylic"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NOTE : His sweaters do NOT have a goat -like smell. He does NOT possess any goat-like smell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-113481620637108447?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113481620637108447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=113481620637108447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/113481620637108447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/113481620637108447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-christmas-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Christmas Season!!!'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-113281487770615304</id><published>2005-11-24T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T14:47:57.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Empowering Students Through Effective Communication" (An Essay...)</title><content type='html'>“Empowering Students Through Effective Communication Skills”&lt;br /&gt;By: Sue Valencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since time immemorial, effective communication has always played a significant role in determining the destinies of great men and women. All the great people in history whether famous or infamous all possessed a common trait – they were all effective communicators. Even today, the most powerful movers and shakers in world events achieve their aims and aspirations through well organized communication.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look-up the meaning of “communication” in the dictionary, it is defined as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;communication: (n) the imparting of information, ideas, or feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, communication can no longer be defined simply as such. In my opinion communication is both the above definition, plus, listening. Before we can communicate effectively, we need to listen first to the pulse of our audience. When I talk about listening, I am referring to the intent to understand rather than the intent to respond. In my opinion, we can be effective communicators only if we are effective listeners.  There must be understanding before communication could be effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a strong desire to be understood and understanding can be achieved only through intent listening.  Teenagers like us possess poor listening abilities due to the lack of skills to concentrate on a particular topic. For this reason, we need listen better in order to communicate better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we communicate?  Communication experts have found out that 7% of our communication is relayed by the words we use, another 38% by the sounds and how we say words, and 55% by our non-verbals (gestures) and body language.  What I am saying is we communicate beyond words. Beyond words, we express our feelings and more often these feelings are disclosed more effectively through word emphasis and body language that sometimes oppose the words we use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how can we communicate effectively then?  There are many ways to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Widen your vocabulary by reading good books and going through the dictionary to discover new words and their meanings. It is always best to use appropriate words for every occasion – simple words in ordinary conversations, picturesque and imaginative words when describing, powerful words to move emotions or sway decisions, etc.&lt;br /&gt;2. The tone and volume of your voice when speaking are to be considered. Sometimes a whisper could stir a reaction rather than a loud one. Tone variation will also help in emphasizing what you want to stress or how you feel. In any situation, a monotone must be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mastery of body language and timely use of gestures will definitely boost communication skills. There is nothing more boring than watching and listening to a speaker who stands frozen on one spot of the stage, with hands stuck to the side throughout a presentation.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While these tips that I had written can be perfected through constant practice, I believe that they are not enough to make one an effective communicator.  The most effective communicator is the one who speaks deep from his or her heart.  It is the one who says what he or she believes in and expresses these beliefs with sincerity and passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we can be empowered through effective communication, our minds and hearts must first be open to the knowledge and skills that our teachers so laboriously try to impart to us. We should also expand this knowledge by reading more and watching TV less. Without knowledge, skills and the proper attitude in handling pleasant and unpleasant situations, we would have nothing to communicate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now conclude that, indeed, effective communication can empower us, however,  as students, we must understand that in order to communicate effectively, we must learn to listen as well and we must have something worthwhile to say and this can be gained only through continuous learning and discipline. Only then would we deserve empowerment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-113281487770615304?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113281487770615304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=113281487770615304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/113281487770615304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/113281487770615304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/11/empowering-students-through-effective.html' title='&quot;Empowering Students Through Effective Communication&quot; (An Essay...)'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-112930167320333030</id><published>2005-10-14T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:54:33.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YLP</title><content type='html'>Hello! Well, the Youth Leadership Program just finished yesterday. We all graduate on Thirsday. I represent the group for table topics... and if I do win...I get a trophy!So please pray! I got best table topics and speaker award on Oct. 12, 05! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing this activity, I really got close to lots of people. Paolo Ignacio, for instance! Astig pala siya kasama! hehe... :&gt; We were groupmates for the whole activity/program. It was full of coincidences too. We even signed the registration form together on the first day. We had loooong conversations! I had so much fun. (Kaya J...miss you na!hehe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I had to defend Pao from the meanness of Daniel!Bad EVALUATOR!!!! Its okay though coz... you know why? *I will hold you down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by far the MOST memorable thing I have ever done with Paolo...YLP!hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I believe in you Iggy Pop!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apir! Hehe...(oh and we were part of the same groups! BLUEEE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....please ya'll pray I get the trophy!! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya'll!! Love you Iggy POP! Keep shinin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...Uulitin ko po : J... astig kapatid mo! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-112930167320333030?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112930167320333030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=112930167320333030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112930167320333030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112930167320333030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/10/ylp.html' title='YLP'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-112844553886092318</id><published>2005-10-05T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T01:05:38.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem 1</title><content type='html'>“Phone…Ring! Ring!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night, I’m so bored&lt;br /&gt;I text people, till they tend to reply&lt;br /&gt;I text Prince Agana, and wait as time flies by&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself “Oh no! He isn’t going to reply!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the clock ticks&lt;br /&gt;I spin myself into a mix&lt;br /&gt;Praying “Please, ring phone…RING”&lt;br /&gt;Then a second later I heard a *TOOT TOOT* that made my idle heart sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my phone inbox &lt;br /&gt;That merely said “1 message received”&lt;br /&gt;I screamed for joy as my happy heart leaped&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t care if others didn’t reply&lt;br /&gt;I got a text from the “Prince charming” guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;He only said “Why, oh why, oh why?”&lt;br /&gt;Those words they meant a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;I texted him back “Well, I don’t have anything to do you see?”&lt;br /&gt;I said “what’s up?”&lt;br /&gt;And waited faithfully&lt;br /&gt;And then back he texted me&lt;br /&gt;“The ceiling man!”&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t get him at first…then I realized that the ceiling was up there and my heart was about to burst.&lt;br /&gt;We talked for the whole hour&lt;br /&gt;Then he said: “Kakain muna ako….see? I haven’t been fed”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few hours passed... then he texted again&lt;br /&gt;Then he ran out of load…&lt;br /&gt;He said “I’m sorry …I can’t talk to you”&lt;br /&gt;“Wala na kasi akong load…so sorry Sue”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-112844553886092318?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112844553886092318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=112844553886092318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112844553886092318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112844553886092318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/10/poem-1.html' title='Poem 1'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-112809244243045257</id><published>2005-09-30T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T23:00:42.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Written backwards!</title><content type='html'>*ETON: sihT saw nettirw sdrawkcab no rebmetpeS 03, 5002. I saw os derob. sihT si a tsop tuoba a yug deman ecnirP niveA selegnA anagA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lleW, tahw nac I ylbissop yas tuoba siht yranidroatxa nosrep? s’eH yllear os yrev yldneirf . eH swonk woh ot etaler ot lla sdnik fo elpoep.s’ thaT yhw eh sah stol fo sdneirf! s’eH yllaer a elbaicos nosrep. enoyrevE sekil mih tola!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edisA morf gnieb os ecin, eh si osla yrev yrev teews dna os tnegilletni. aN algib agn oka nehw eh now eht elttaB fo eht sniarB no rebmetpeS 12, 5002. eH did ton niw tsrif ecalp, tub eh now dnoces!!! gnA onilat agalat ayin!!! I saw yletelpmoc dekcohs!!ebarG!!! s’eH ekil a naicitamehtam. m’I os ton ekil mih!!!! I hsiw!! araP gnayis suineg!!   (hO haey, ni eht htrouf raey yrogetac ayis alap gnuy tsrif!! Eheehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s’eH os os os os trams!!! gitsA nir ayis ak-tuognah. eW lla evah nuf htiw mih retfa loohcs. litnU eerht m.p. yllaer looc!!! Eheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeH tahw seod nanisagnaP kool ekil agn alap? gnihtoN tsuj gnirednow gnal!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ecnirP si a yllaer taerg etamtxet nir ah! 58984793 si eht bmob!! tuB eh sah ton neeb gniylper hcum tey!!! aN- sobu daol ayin!! Hahaahah… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nI smret fo ecnaraeppa…. mmH… s’eh os etuc!! gnA etuc etuc ayin!!! peY, neve retuc naht auhsoJ oicangI!! osaK gnal ecnirP sah neerg secarb!!! tuB yeht yllatot og gnola htiw sih ytilanosrep!! oS ylizarc gnimrahc!!! ecnirP gnimrahC… steg oyin?? hO haey! s’eH repus llat! lleW,   rellat naht em ta tsael! m’I ylno 0’5!!! I os od tnaw secarb!! neerG seno!! ekiL sih…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“evoL sevoM” si gniyalp thgir won sa I epyt siht….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…os emalb ti no ym traeh enola…&lt;br /&gt;evoL sevom ni suoiretsym syaw… sti syawla os gnisirprus…&lt;br /&gt;nehW evol sraeppa, revo eht noziroh…&lt;br /&gt;I evol uoy, rof eht tser fo ym syad …&lt;br /&gt;llits sti a yretsym… woh ouy reve emac ot eb (woh I reve tog revo eihsoJ)&lt;br /&gt;siht ylno sevorp… evol sevom ni suoiretsym syaw…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yyyyU…  ahahahahaha….yeheY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diD I llet uoy taht eh swonk woh ot yalp eht onaip??? lleW eh soed!! gnA gnilag agn ayin he!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s’eH os detnelatitlum. eH nac yalp eht onaip ekil lenoiL eihciR, dna ynam rehto elpoep. oS doog ona!?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmU…tuoba eht secarb ygniht… ev’I syawla detnaw meht ecnis I saw elttil… abid etA niT?? erofeB ap… atsab won I tnaw ap he! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lleW, I evah ot og won! ooS yppah! sA ni! I evol ll’aY!! eeS haY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                               -euS aicnelaV (anagA…ehhehee…ekoj!)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.P. anaS uoy syug daer siht golb tsop… ti koot em tuoba na ruoh ot ekam datkilab siht eh! ehehehe…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-112809244243045257?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112809244243045257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=112809244243045257' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112809244243045257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112809244243045257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/09/written-backwards.html' title='Written backwards!'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-112489723982817284</id><published>2005-08-24T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T01:01:49.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help! I need A boyfriend!</title><content type='html'>DONT BE FOOLED BY THE POST TITLE. THAT CERTAINLY IS NOT ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's that? Oh well, just the new annoying girl student from Al Noor Int. School.HEr name is Sarah.She's fourteen years old. We met two days ago. Even though its only been two days, I can already tell you that, she is the most annoying girl I have ever me in my  entire thirteen years of life! (She's half Muslim, Bahraini).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her introduction was like : "Pangalan ko Sarah.May *syota ka?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that I was so thrilled. I just wanted to tell her : "Ummmm...Look ok? I barely know you. You've only been here for two days! Chill!" but instead I just said "NO."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her next question was "Kailangan ko humanap ng boyfried....tulungan mo ko!" Which means (see title.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she was all "Enumerate all the single guys in fourth year.If possible I want Jopet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jopet came and hugged me saying "Hi Curly" (Jops is like my brother so that was okay.)When Jops left she was so jealous. I explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now she's really bugging me about the "I need a boyfriend"thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's kind of a bungagera too, and man "Do i HATE HER!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hang out with Angelica or any one for that matter, she's always there. So now I find myself wanting to get away as soon as possible. She's also very very disrespectful to all people! She pulls me away from a person I'm talking to and starts rambling on about her issues and drama.Plus she calls me "Cindy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have never ever ever ever seen a person THIS desperate to have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY QUESTION: "Why was I picked to help her? WHY ME?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-112489723982817284?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112489723982817284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=112489723982817284' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112489723982817284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112489723982817284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/08/help-i-need-boyfriend.html' title='Help! I need A boyfriend!'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-112445844041471566</id><published>2005-08-19T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T21:34:00.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Wrong With You????????</title><content type='html'>Hi! Well I'm just sort of pissed right now.I just wanna share why. Last week at dismissal I was hanging out with Reniel Baluyot. Then Jamilah(an annoying freshman who used to be my friend)was pissing me off in front of him. She's always making "lakad lakad" me whenever she sees me and Reniel talking. I told her to stop weeks and weeks ago, but she still continues. Like once we were just all like "Hi, how are you?", you know just being friendly, then she butts in like "Uyyy....'lam mo Kuya ang bait ni Sue....dapat nga kayo na eh!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reniel's Kapampangan, and Jamilah knows I am too. So she was all like "Kuya Ren, paano mo sabihin ang "I LOVE YOU" sa Kapampangan?" Then Reniel's all "Kaluguran Da Ka." Then Jam'z is all like "Oi! Ate o.....sabi ni Kuya Ren lubz ka daw niya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her to stop again and I tried to keep my patience with her. Then Prince comes down. We (the group) sit and talk...like just have soooo much fun. The she spoils it by saying: "Uyyyyy.....date sila Ate Sue at Kuya Prince!!!!! Tomorrow I'm bringing candles! For the PRINCE and PRINCESS....awww..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let that slide too. Bait ko ano? Then next day me and Prince were just hanging, Jam'z(she had done it this time) spotted us the she just said "Oh God! It's you guys???? Are you guys an item???Wahhhh....thats soo gay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I finally lost it and screamed at her "Ano ka ba ha? What the hell is your problem? Didn't I tell you to stop?????Ano ba anggal mo kung kausapin ko sina Kuya Prince at Reniel? Can't you just stop teasing me and shut up?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-112445844041471566?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112445844041471566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=112445844041471566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112445844041471566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112445844041471566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-is-wrong-with-you.html' title='What is Wrong With You????????'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-112369777975964789</id><published>2005-08-11T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T02:16:19.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooooo Tired!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well another week has just zoomed past huh? Or is it two weeks? Well, whatever. Anyways, school nowadays is as boring as ever. We just finished Nutrition Month. During the period of time we were rehearsing for the Nutrition Month I had to listen to the lamest song on the entire planet(KILITI) a thousand times. Then I had to compose a song the class didn't even use for the presentation. What kind of class does that??? FYI : I worked soooo hard on that song ok???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so, enough with that already. After all the rehearsals we finally won 2nd place.&lt;br /&gt;But that isn't the only thing that is so tiring. Even regular classes can be really demanding and hectic.Especially History class. Its so damn boring!!! All we ever talk about is the Civilization of----(whatever the topic is). Then outline and report. During report people actually fall asleep. zzzz....Which reminds me I have a report on Saturday.Sheesh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming up pretty soon. August 21, 22, 23, and 24 2005. Hey!!! That more exam days than last year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-112369777975964789?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112369777975964789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=112369777975964789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112369777975964789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112369777975964789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/08/sooooo-tired.html' title='Sooooo Tired!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-112252991084498278</id><published>2005-07-28T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T13:51:50.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New CD Success!</title><content type='html'>Halliose everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reaaally busy lately. People LOOOOVE the CD!!! They asked me to sing yesterday. I'm getting asked to sing alot nowadays! I'm still in trouble. Even mor people want a copy now. They're bugging me for one everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pulled out of class for some kinda audition.I'm guessing the Biology teacher told everyone about the Cd and told the teachers to audition me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was singing along with me yesterday. As I sang "If I Aint Got You".I sorta knew they were gonna ask me to sing as an intermission. I had a sore throat then. *OUCH!*......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there just droppin' by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW EMAIL ADD : &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;kleyr052788@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! cyahz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kleyr(they actually call me that at school!) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-112252991084498278?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112252991084498278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=112252991084498278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112252991084498278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112252991084498278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-cd-success.html' title='New CD Success!'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-112152711275065392</id><published>2005-07-16T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T23:18:32.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday "Gritings"</title><content type='html'>Hey! Just dropped by to giva a quick shout out to two peeps......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  ******HAPPY BIRTHDAY*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SIR JC&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;                        and&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;BESSIE ANGEL!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayabyuh!!!! mwahhh!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-112152711275065392?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112152711275065392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=112152711275065392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112152711275065392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112152711275065392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/07/birthday-gritings.html' title='Birthday &quot;Gritings&quot;'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-112127202117598854</id><published>2005-07-13T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T00:27:01.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Civilized Or Educated?</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been a pretty busy week. I am soooo glad weekend is finally here....but on weekends we dont really get much rest do we? (* Fast fact- did you know that working people in France get a maximum of eight weeks off from work ig they work 35 hours a week?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a debate today. Civilized or Educated which is BETTER to Make a Nation Prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was part of the Civilized Peoples Group. I believe in that you know. I mean if you're educated and not civilized yuo tend to get pretty big headed. But if you are civilized you are intellegent and you have self-respect and respect for other people and their feelings. I think its better to be civilized because that way, you know average than what other educated people know, true....but at least along with the knowledge yuo have respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Arroyo,she is educated,but in a way, stupid. Why? Because she let the people influence her to do the things that are currently affecting our country. Doesn't she know that when she pledged to make our country a "BETTER" place for everyone, she made a commitment. She shouldn't be influenced...she's the one that should influence! She's the president....she has the power!But does she do it? NO.She should have more common sense than &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha! Albert Einstein.Take his case. A great inventor that went down in history.Well, did you know that Einstein was a highschool drop out? I'm not saying that we should all be high school drop outs to be able to invent something.My point is Einstein was civilized. And civilized people can also survive in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. Where did doctors come from?Who began studies in medicine. Uneducated people like Galen and Gregor Mendel...Louis Pasteur.SEE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. I rest my case....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*actually there's more that I gotta say....but it's waaaay past 30 minutes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-112127202117598854?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112127202117598854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=112127202117598854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112127202117598854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112127202117598854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/07/civilized-or-educated.html' title='Civilized Or Educated?'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-112076402566594126</id><published>2005-07-08T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T03:32:49.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's See If I Can Get The Exact Meaning of "Intriga" thru THIS. TAMA BA?</title><content type='html'>Saturday steppin' into the club&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me wanna tell the DJ &lt;br /&gt;Turn It Up&lt;br /&gt;I feel the energy all around&lt;br /&gt;And my body can't stop moving to the sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can tell that you're watching me&lt;br /&gt;And you're probably gonna write what you didn't see&lt;br /&gt;Well I just need a little space to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Can you please respect my privacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRIDGE:]&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just let me &lt;br /&gt;Do the things I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be me &lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why&lt;br /&gt;Would you wanna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;I'm only having fun&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna live my life&lt;br /&gt;Like I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of rumors starting&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being followed&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of people lying&lt;br /&gt;Saying what they want about me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they back up off me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they let me live&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do it my way&lt;br /&gt;Take this for just what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are back up in the club&lt;br /&gt;People taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think they get enough&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be all over the floor&lt;br /&gt;And throw my hands up in the air to a beat like (What?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta say respectfully&lt;br /&gt;I would like it if you take the cameras off of me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just want a little room to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Can you please respect my privacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRIDGE:]&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just let me &lt;br /&gt;Do the things I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be me&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why&lt;br /&gt;Would you wanna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;I'm only having fun&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna live my life&lt;br /&gt;But not the way you want me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of rumors starting&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being followed&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of people lying&lt;br /&gt;Saying what they want about me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they back up off me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they let me live&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do it my way&lt;br /&gt;Take this for just what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to free my mind (my mind)&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna dance and have a good time (good time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of rumors (rumors)&lt;br /&gt;Followed (followed, followed, followed, followed, followed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they (follow) me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they (they they they-they-they) let me live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this for just what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of rumors starting&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being followed&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of people lying&lt;br /&gt;Saying what they want about me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they back up off me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they let me live&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do it my way&lt;br /&gt;Take this for just what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of rumors starting&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being followed&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of people lying&lt;br /&gt;Saying what they want about me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they back up off me&lt;br /&gt;why can't they let me live&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do it my way&lt;br /&gt;Take this for just what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-112076402566594126?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112076402566594126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=112076402566594126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112076402566594126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112076402566594126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/07/lets-see-if-i-can-get-exact-meaning-of.html' title='Let&apos;s See If I Can Get The Exact Meaning of &quot;Intriga&quot; thru THIS. TAMA BA?'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-112058032305298310</id><published>2005-07-05T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:21:00.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMEBOY! :)</title><content type='html'>[VERSE 1:]&lt;br /&gt;My homie since knee high &lt;br /&gt;We came up on the south side &lt;br /&gt;Where you had to beat the street lights home &lt;br /&gt;He got into COCC&lt;br /&gt;But the next day he be right back get it all&lt;br /&gt;Wherever there was me, there was him &lt;br /&gt;And we were like crew&lt;br /&gt;Straight from  high school&lt;br /&gt;Then he messed COCC up&lt;br /&gt;Started pushing up&lt;br /&gt;Kissed me on the cheek(he never does that!!)&lt;br /&gt;And I fell in love(joke)&lt;br /&gt;Paolo's  a little taller now &lt;br /&gt;He wears big things, he's a baller now &lt;br /&gt;His heart never changed &lt;br /&gt;I can see he's still down &lt;br /&gt;I can't forget him (No no no no) &lt;br /&gt;More than his voice is changing now &lt;br /&gt;All that I see is rearranging now (Now) &lt;br /&gt;It just ain't the same &lt;br /&gt;Catchin feelings now &lt;br /&gt;I should tell him (Yea) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;You knew you were the boy in Hoora(yung utol ni Joshua) &lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be my homeboy na &lt;br /&gt;Saw something that I never saw before &lt;br /&gt;I think he wants to be my baby, baby (huh?)&lt;br /&gt;Been thinkin bout him all my life (My life) &lt;br /&gt;Now I see him in a whole new light &lt;br /&gt;Something about it feels so right (That's why) &lt;br /&gt;I think he wants to be my baby, baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VERSE 2:]&lt;br /&gt;Every night when we get home &lt;br /&gt;Undercover talking on the phone(not..) &lt;br /&gt;Here comes my mother &lt;br /&gt;It's way too late &lt;br /&gt;Might get in trouble &lt;br /&gt;My heart can't wait (So much to say) &lt;br /&gt;Writing till my hand cramps up &lt;br /&gt;4 pages saying I'm in love (I got a crush) &lt;br /&gt;Can't get you off my mind (come pick me up baby) &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll be fine when I look into your eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paolo's a little taller now &lt;br /&gt;Into big things, he's a baller now &lt;br /&gt;His heart never changed &lt;br /&gt;I can see he's still down &lt;br /&gt;I can't forget him &lt;br /&gt;More than his voice is changing now &lt;br /&gt;All that I see is rearranging now &lt;br /&gt;It just ain't the same &lt;br /&gt;Catchin feelings now &lt;br /&gt;I should tell him (Gotta tell him that I love him) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRIDGE:]&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate covered candy kisses &lt;br /&gt;They keep me reminiscing &lt;br /&gt;All I want is what your giving &lt;br /&gt;Nothing like your affection &lt;br /&gt;So in love and you're the reason &lt;br /&gt;There's no more lonely season &lt;br /&gt;No more Joshie, drive me crazy &lt;br /&gt;Think I wanna be your lady &lt;br /&gt;[Repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-we-oh &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh (Don't wanna be my homeboy no more) &lt;br /&gt;Oh-we-oh-we-oh-we-oh &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Oh-we-oh-we-oh-we-oh &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Oh-we-oh-we-oh-we-oh (Why why why why why) &lt;br /&gt;Now homeboy wants to be my baby, be my baby, be my baby &lt;br /&gt;Oh-we-oh &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh (He don't wanna be my homeboy no more) &lt;br /&gt;Oh-we-oh-we-oh-we-oh &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Oh-we-oh-we-oh-we-oh (No more) &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Oh-we-oh-we-oh-we-oh (Said he) &lt;br /&gt;Now homeboy wants to be my baby, be my baby, be my baby &lt;br /&gt;(Wants to be my baby now, Pao-Pao,Pao-Pao, Pao-pao!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;just made this....sOOOO not true...okay? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-112058032305298310?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112058032305298310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=112058032305298310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112058032305298310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112058032305298310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/07/homeboy.html' title='HOMEBOY! :)'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-112007278825754948</id><published>2005-06-30T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T03:19:48.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear....YOU!</title><content type='html'>Dear Yohajishima,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you already know who you are. Ummm...How are you? Sana okay ka rin naman.Ummm...uyy balita ko may girlfriend ka na ha! How is SHE? Well, hope you both are okay. Oy, how's Kuya Jer nga pala? Tell him i said hi ha? Thanks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,ummm... have'nt seen you in a VERRRRY long time eh? Siguro nagbago ka no?&lt;br /&gt;Wehweh!Hhaaaha....So she's 26? Kailangan kong iamin na medyo na-shock ako noon sinabi sa akin ni Paolo(ang bait talaga noong lalaking yon grabe! So ever-loyal!) na 26 na si Claire. Plus, also by the fact na may anak na siya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, sa totoo lang, I'm happy for you! As in! Naalala mo pa ba noong na BUSTED! ka kay Ate Dessa! HAHAHAHA!!!!! Well, I wont remind you na! Tutal masaya ka na diba? Syempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just wrote this letter to let you know that I a'm happy para sayo! OK? Kahit na medyo selos na rin. HEHEEH....ma-aadmit ko rin yon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, GTG na. So....yon.... INGAT ka ha? bye! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                SIGNED&lt;br /&gt;                                                -mE-(if you dont remember me...SUE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excess:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL THOSE WHO WILL READ THIS BLOG POST....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am not pining ok?&lt;br /&gt;-this is just an expression of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;-I hope that the one I wrote to will come across this blog post....kahit ito lang...OVERJOY na yon para sa akin. SUPER!&lt;br /&gt;-I hope that if the person gets to this blog, he would at least take 3 minutes to read this(TUTAL....3 minutes lang naman diba? Alam kong kaya nyang i-spare yon...SIYA PA!!)&lt;br /&gt;-YOHAJISHIMA is NOT Japanese, he just likes anime!:)&lt;br /&gt;-If you see this...ba sige comment ka! hahaha...WEHWEH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-112007278825754948?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112007278825754948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=112007278825754948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112007278825754948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/112007278825754948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/06/dearyou.html' title='Dear....YOU!'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-111988823839740082</id><published>2005-06-27T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:25:42.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i'm jealous of your girlfriend</title><content type='html'>Ummm...you guys are probably wondering (esp. Sandra and Ate Mic) who this Claire person is. I'm here to tell you. This afternoon I saw Paolo. We talked. HE told me that ______ had a girlfriend. Well, thanks Paolo, but I already know! Now, her name is not CHER(I was suspecting that...who the hell would name their kid CHER???). Anyway Paolo told me simply this : "UYY, may syota na siya ha! Mas matanda pa sa kanya ah.Pangalan niya....CLAIRE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OK PAOLO,THANKS BESH! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-111988823839740082?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/111988823839740082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=111988823839740082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111988823839740082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111988823839740082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-think-im-jealous-of-your-girlfriend.html' title='I think i&apos;m jealous of your girlfriend'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-111950972723886043</id><published>2005-06-23T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T14:55:27.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEKEND!!</title><content type='html'>Status:Blogging while Listening to "Don't Let Me Be the Last to Know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh...finally! What a relief. WEEKEND! Sooooo happy. The past week has been so hectic. Too much homework and catching up. Really, When the alarm clock rings on Saturday I thinking like "I have never felt sooo much hate for an inanimate object in my life!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, even though it IS weekend I got tons of homework....which i will get started on later :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algebra: Do page 11&lt;br /&gt;English:Do letter A(and dont forget ten Vocab. words on Saturday....Why...WHY did I raise my hand?????And say I would do it?)&lt;br /&gt;Bullitin Board:Border Line/profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that may seem like three....but try...THREE LOOOOONG ASSIGNMENTS) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go, I've stayed online for more than 30 minutes now...Mom'll kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the DSL??? Wahhh...(sob)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-111950972723886043?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/111950972723886043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=111950972723886043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111950972723886043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111950972723886043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/06/weekend.html' title='WEEKEND!!'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-111936795551174113</id><published>2005-06-21T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:32:37.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being A Sophomore!</title><content type='html'>Holla! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been a week yet and I am soooo tired. The teachers give so much homework. Here is the Second Year Matiyaga schedule :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:20-8:20  Algebra E. De Guzman&lt;br /&gt;8:20-9:20  English J. Calangan&lt;br /&gt;9:20-9:50  GMRC   (NO TEACHER YET)&lt;br /&gt;9:30-10:50 MAPEH   M. Cruz&lt;br /&gt;10:50-11:10 RECESS&lt;br /&gt;11:10-12:10 Biology E.N.Jonas&lt;br /&gt;12:10-1:00  Filipino R.Alexander&lt;br /&gt;1:00-1:50   TLE      E.Reyes&lt;br /&gt;1:50-2:30   History  H.Balce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go. Got a quiz in Bio tomorrow and I gotta study!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-111936795551174113?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/111936795551174113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=111936795551174113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111936795551174113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111936795551174113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/06/being-sophomore.html' title='Being A Sophomore!'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-111910528797112715</id><published>2005-06-18T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T22:34:48.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Over</title><content type='html'>Hi Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in Bahrain!! Wahh...I miss you guys. I'm going back to school tomorrow.Well summer vacation is so over now. Actually it ended days ago but I skipped a few days.Anyways,I'm going back to school tomorrow. I sure hope that I get all the good people for my classmates. Lord. please no Michael!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gosh, naninibago yata ako sa keyboard dito ah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit!!! I just found out from Marj that Michael is in the class I wanna be in(II-Masinop).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope that this year will turn out as good (or even better). In the meantime,cant write much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AHHHHHHH!!!! YES!!! PAOLO IS STILL AT PSB!!!!!!CANT WAIT TO SEE YA DUDE!!!....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...phew somthig to be happy about!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yehey Kuya Tweenie is online!!! BYE ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-111910528797112715?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/111910528797112715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=111910528797112715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111910528797112715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111910528797112715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/06/summers-over.html' title='Summer&apos;s Over'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-111858218199444722</id><published>2005-06-12T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T21:16:24.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! :)</title><content type='html'>Status : In homerec studio, chatting with Troy and Marjie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!! Just got a shorrt break. Greeeat news the album is done!!! Not absolutely done but...we just have to make this final track that just didn'nt record too well....i gotta go!! buhbyes...sorry for the sgort blog!! cyahs...updates to come in later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beybieinjeL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-111858218199444722?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/111858218199444722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=111858218199444722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111858218199444722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111858218199444722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally.html' title='Finally! :)'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-111839914760886588</id><published>2005-06-10T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T01:08:25.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album #2</title><content type='html'>Status:Listening to Lauryn Hill's You;re Just too Good to Be True (Conspiracy Theory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Ya'll! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began work on my second album yesterday. Wait. I forgot to inform you guys that I'm a recording artist.Well, home recording artist. My first album was recorded when i was ten years old. No, nothing original (yet)just a bunch of remakes. From people like Britney Spears, Mandy Moore, Avril Lavigne etc. Anyways, I distributed the first album to some of the people of PSB, then they gave me positive comments. Including...secret!! hee... :) "Um, ok lang naman... :)" *smiley*.Uyyyy. Why thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the second album is gonna be(as i see it) sooo much better than the first one. I think the second one is sooo much more mature than the first. My voice on this CD is more mature than the voice on the first CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studio Team:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristne(Atin) Sabarre: Manager/Producer&lt;br /&gt;Karen (Ate Mic) Tecson: Photographer&lt;br /&gt;Mike (Kuya Mike) Sabarre:Layout Designer&lt;br /&gt;William (Kuya Billy) Valencia II: Printer/Artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!! There. Those are the people that help to make the album sooo good!:)OR SHOULD I SAY ALBUMS??? Well, I got my photoshoot tomorrow, in Alabang. It's gonna be pics of me holding up my inexistant (we haven't made it yet)"MOO WITH ME" sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MOO WITH ME"- this is the album name. I think. We got the idea from the "RENT" song. It's  the song Maureen sang during her performance. I'm gonna be singing that hard song at the end of the CD. I don't even memorize it yet!!! MOOO with me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I gotta bounce! Gonna be busy recording later! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhbyez! cyahz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beybieinjeL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-111839914760886588?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/111839914760886588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=111839914760886588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111839914760886588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111839914760886588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/06/album-2.html' title='Album #2'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-111804724844687706</id><published>2005-06-06T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:40:48.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagaytay.....</title><content type='html'>Status:Listening to "Fairy Tale" by  Jojo(currently my favorite song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been posting much lately. I've been pretty busy. Anyways, we went to Tagaytay last Saturday. We ate at the "Veiwside" restaurant. It was all so good! The veiw from the restaurant, the food...everything. Except for the part where a fly entered mt buko juice...eww! :( But it got replaced by fresh buko. :)...Then the time for picture taking came a few hours later. So...pose pose...smile smile...ride on horse(poor horsie!)and smile. Leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to buy flowers at a nearby flowershop. Then we finally left Tagaytay...pretty early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by at SM for some reason, dunnoh why? Oh yeah, for the printing of the million gazillion photos we took. Then, ha! my favorite favorite FAVORITE part: I HAD A COOKIES AND CREAM SHAKE AT MOCHA BLENDS! :-O I was pretty bummed out coz they didn't have a STARBUCKS at SM, but a Cookies-and-Cream Shake was pretty cool too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after quite a long while we finally head home. At home, we have Dad's ever-famous Carbonara, some beef dad cooked(dunnoh its name),and the inihaw barbecue. Yummm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the day ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      ~sunset~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Foreward......ZOOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: 06 June 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status: Listening to "Weak" by JoJo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sitting down here ate Ate Mic's loptop blogging and listening to JOJO once  again. I guess I'm gonna do some testimonials in a while. Come on...someone....anyone, go online!!! Someone besides Adrian Mancia, who has been online for more than a week now, but was always on SMS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian's twin. Come on...Anjoe??? Anyone? Eck! Its hopeless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhbyez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beybieinjeL17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;awts!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-111804724844687706?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/111804724844687706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=111804724844687706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111804724844687706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111804724844687706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/06/tagaytay.html' title='Tagaytay.....'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-111762702448225219</id><published>2005-06-01T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T19:57:04.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Music!!!! Yehey!!....(and all that other stuff)</title><content type='html'>Status: Listening to Sick Cycle Carousel- Life House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New music! Yey, finally. I was getting pretty bored having to listen to Toni Braxton and all those other stuff my brother's friends burned for him. No offense, but those are getting just plain old. Thanks Ate Tin, for burning! Plus actually putting titles on the front so I wouldn't have to spend five minutes just looking for the right CD, like I do with the ones that my brother's friends burn for 1 dinar. Thanks Atey!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Over and over and over again!!!* Yeah, rock on!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status: Listening to Heartbreaker- Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there are other stuff going on here right now. All the others are at ATC and its just me and Ate Mic (by the way, thanks for bringing me food up last night!).&lt;br /&gt;Ate Tin is in the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, someone has a birthday today....Kuya Brian. Hee, happy Birthday!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh...my favorite part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She wanna shop with J, play box with J...she wanna roll with J...she wanna fight with chicks who are blowin' my day...she call me heartbreaker...she pass me a peice a paper, scribbled down "I hate cha!"...but she know she love J because she love everythin' J say J does...&lt;br /&gt;Advanced happy Birthday...Who was that?? Kuya...Alan! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have to go now.... By the way, Ate Mic set up a Stat counter...so I know who're reading this blog...hee! :)  Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Heartbreaker you got the best of me but I just  keep on comin' back incessanly.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why did ya have to run your game on me? I should've known right from the start you were gonna break my heart!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     ~out!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-111762702448225219?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/111762702448225219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=111762702448225219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111762702448225219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111762702448225219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-music-yeheyand-all-that-other.html' title='New Music!!!! Yehey!!....(and all that other stuff)'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-111729562386954517</id><published>2005-05-28T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T23:53:43.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored to death!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wahh! I am so bored!!! Grabeh!Well, aint got nothin' to do. Text??? Don't have much load. Birthday "gritings" hehe... well, at least that person had like, the *decency* (spell check) to reply this time. HE actually knows my name!!! ~grin~... anyways....I think it's like weird that I'm writing on this blog pa rin. Is anyone reading it anyways??? Aside from Ate Krissy and Ate Mic??? Well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored ako. Wala kasi online eh. Wala me ka-chat.OMG!!! Sandra went online!!! Thank God!!!!.....out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-111729562386954517?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/111729562386954517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=111729562386954517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111729562386954517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111729562386954517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/05/bored-to-death.html' title='Bored to death!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-111702293966418085</id><published>2005-05-25T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T20:08:59.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meganame Generator</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="color: black;" width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Sue Garcia Valencia's Aliases&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your movie star name: &lt;b&gt;Mac And Cheese Eusebio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fashion designer name is &lt;b&gt;Sue Paris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your socialite name is &lt;b&gt;Ambee New York&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fly girl / guy name is &lt;b&gt;S Val&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your detective name is &lt;b&gt;Dog Psb&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your barfly name is &lt;b&gt;Taisan Tequila&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soap opera name is &lt;b&gt;Garcia Las Pinas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your rock star name is &lt;b&gt;Gum Cheetah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your star wars name is &lt;b&gt;Sueedd Valjos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your punk rock band name is The &lt;b&gt;In Love Pencil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&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/meganames/"&gt;The Amazing Meganame Generator&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/12254011-111702293966418085?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/111702293966418085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=111702293966418085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111702293966418085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111702293966418085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/05/meganame-generator.html' title='The Meganame Generator'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-111701400055885197</id><published>2005-05-25T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T17:40:00.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kuya Billy!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Happy Bday Kuya.......&lt;br /&gt;Me wavshu very much!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hee...you're seventeen na!! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Sige pow....mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-111701400055885197?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/111701400055885197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=111701400055885197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111701400055885197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Well, the passed few days have been so tiring and nerve-racking. Spent most of my time in Funeraria Paz-Sucat with family members.Mama just passed away, please pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in just four days I mey alot of people, lets see.....about....a million plus!! Mom and dad just came home yesterday. I finally met my brother JC's new girlfiend, Ate Joan. She was at the wake yestereday. She's nice. I also met my brother's Korean friends, Kuya Michael and Ate Kristina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of family memebers(most of them I  had no idea I was even related to) stopped by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Mama's scheduled interment. A cremation. We'll be leaving in a while to go back to Fureraria Paz. There Ate mic's coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kulang sa tulog!!! Still really sleepy. I slept at 1:30 last night. I was just so out like a light a few days ago. By the time Ae Mic finished showering I was asleep on her floor!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to sleep.... I mean go BACK to  Funeraria Paz once again. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sooter-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-111681694933765736?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/111681694933765736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=111681694933765736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111681694933765736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111681694933765736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-ive-been-up-to-so-far.html' title='What I&apos;ve been up to so far......'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-111644488954808482</id><published>2005-05-19T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T03:34:49.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/640/Picture%200213.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%200212.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Mic took this picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-111644488954808482?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/111644488954808482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=111644488954808482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111644488954808482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111644488954808482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/05/ate-mic-took-this-picture_111644488954808482.html' title=''/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-111644296790184142</id><published>2005-05-19T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T03:02:47.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello! I'm still here!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!!! I apologize for the long period of time that I haven't updated this page. For an excuse, the internet got busted!!! I'm using Ate Mic Mic's laptop to type this(Ate Mic arrived last Friday, at midnight!!). For another excuse, I spent teo nights at Auntie Choo's place with Mikee. Anyways, we're back now!!!! Auntie Choo's place has no internet by the way.&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;Ummm.... its 3am in the morning!! What am I still doing up? Dunnoh!! Well, I was just droping you guys a line to know I am still alive and well ( if you guys are wondering at all. Are you?)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Okay....well, i kind of have to go now....bye!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-111644296790184142?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/111644296790184142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=111644296790184142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111644296790184142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111644296790184142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/05/hello-im-still-here.html' title='Hello! I&apos;m still here!'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-111588457600788515</id><published>2005-05-12T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T03:51:26.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know a Guy's not WORTH you When....</title><content type='html'>You know a guys not worth you when....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; it takes him five month's or more to reply your email&lt;br /&gt;coz that is like sayin' "Hey you!! Bug off!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; he hates you and doesn't show it. Instead&lt;br /&gt;He blabs it all to the whole school, then your bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;finally tells you " You know, he's been making of you in class".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;He doesn't at all reply your texts, that means your just wasting&lt;br /&gt;your perfectly good load. Then he lies to you and tells you there's no signal in Antipolo&lt;br /&gt;or wherever he was for Labor Day weekend! *Or maybe that wasn't a lie...but whatever! What I'm trying to say is that if he doesn't reply your text even if there is signal in his place he is not worth you!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;he has a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;you make effort to make something for him and he&lt;br /&gt;doesn't even bother to say "thank you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;he runs away everytime he sees you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; it takes him until after your birthday to confirm your&lt;br /&gt;Friendster request. *Uh-uh that hardly qualifies for a birthday gift.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; he's obviously plastic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; he says he's on the cellphone on school grounds, just coz he doesn't wanna talk to you!! Well, guess what ok....I aint that stupid because I know WE AREN'T ALLOWED TO USE PHONES ON SCHOOL GROUNDS! Plus, I saw that phone, it was currently out of sight!!!!!! Wasn't your phone stolen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. I hope you learned something from this blog post. Trust me, I'm speaking from experience!! OKAY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!!! *MWAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oh yeah, If the good-for -nothing guy's birthday is coming up really soon, don't even bother to wait. He doesn't deserve it!! Just think "Geez, if it were &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;birthday would &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; text me"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-111588457600788515?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/111588457600788515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=111588457600788515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111588457600788515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111588457600788515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-know-guys-not-worth-you-when.html' title='You Know a Guy&apos;s not WORTH you When....'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-111581188259164112</id><published>2005-05-11T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T19:44:45.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Done!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey people. Sorry if I hadn't written in such a long time. As I can see, you guys didn't dig my last post. That's okay. Do not even bother to comment. I was just so down. :(  THe good news is...I am soooo done pining over that stupid, good-for - nothing freak!!!!!!! Ate Tin, Billy, and Xyza were so right when they said that guy was so not worth me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I realized something. If you read Aaron Carter lyrics you will know what I mean to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for you guys, here's the Aaron Carter lyrics, to the song "Keep Believing"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep Believing"When I look into your sad eyesIt makes me feel for youCuz I don't see the lightThat was always shining throughSomeone broke your heartAnd now it's easy to give upI'm tellin youIt's not the endIt's not the end of loveKeep believing, babyCuz everything happens for a reasonAnd though tonight tears fill your eyesDon't stop dreamin' girlI'll be right here to lean onYou're gonna make it throughI wanna see youKeep believin'Has anybody ever told youHow beautiful you truly areHow just one smile from youCan open up any heartYou deserve that tooLet somebody lift you upYou gotta know thatSomewhere out thereYou're gonna find love, yeahKeep believing, babyCuz everything happens for a reasonAnd though tonight tears fill your eyesDon't stop dreamin' girlI'll be right here to lean onYou're gonna make it throughI wanna see youKeep believing just how it isI promise you the clouds will breakAnd someday soonYou'll see the sunAnd find that someoneKeep believing, babyCuz everything happens for a reasonAnd though tonight tears fill your eyesDon't stop dreamin' girlI'll be right here to lean onYou're gonna make it throughI wanna see youKeep believin'Keep believin'......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There, I am not only dedicating this song to myself,but also to all thise other people out there who are so brokwen hearted by a guy who does not realize their worth!!!! And to all those people who are broken hearted just because the guy they love has a girlfriend!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2. Well, guess what honey, he is sooooo not worth you!!!!! So cheer up!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-111581188259164112?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/111581188259164112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=111581188259164112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111581188259164112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111581188259164112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-so-done.html' title='I&apos;m So Done!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-111534636024819092</id><published>2005-05-06T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T10:26:00.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sad</title><content type='html'>Did the best I could To make you mine If you ever felt anything for me Well, you never gave a sign Thought time would make you change Make you want me But baby I never had a chance Now I know that there's just some things Just not meant to be (Chorus) No use Making you care about me No way That I'm gonna win Oh darlin' I might as well be Chasin' the wind Oh, I'm just Chasin' the wind Opened up my heart Let you inside If love was what you were lookin' for Well, I guess it wasn't mine So I guess I better go It's over and done But you know I'm not really sad at all 'Cause you can't really say it's over When it never had begun (Chorus) Can't reach the sea If you can't get past the sand Can't touch the sky If you can't reach up your hand Can't give if you give nothing back (Chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-111534636024819092?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/111534636024819092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=111534636024819092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111534636024819092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111534636024819092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-sad.html' title='So Sad'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-111494304184989606</id><published>2005-05-01T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T18:24:01.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>may 1, 2003</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. Sorry I have not been writing. I decided to write today coz today is such a special day for me...hee. No doubt, I even set my cellphone alarm clock for 12 at 11:55 pm yestereday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TOOT TOOT*----&gt; 12 am!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At exactly 12 am this morning me and Ate Tin (my cousin) were palying Sims 2 University,then I just started freaking out!!!! Ate Tin was shocked and asked why I was so happy. I was too overjoyed to explain why. So Ate, (and any other person who would want to know why the heck a person like me would freak out at 12 in the morning) here's why......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago...hee! Ok, moving on...Three years ago, I went to a restaurant with my family.I was bored sick waiting for the food to come. Then I spot someone(Ya'll know who this is...so i wont bother)....a person. I have met him before. OK, so I just sit there, doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;And then....whahahaha...whoo!!!! I just...you know...I just felt this...whatever whatever...happy feeling kinda thing. I'm just looking at him, and...you know...I dont care about the food!!! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when he left, embarrasing moment.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes up to me and he says...he says....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, ummm...I guess I'll see you guys at school(he was talking to my brother too)...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he turns to me.....he smiles and says "Bat mo ko tinitignan kanina??"&lt;br /&gt;*translation: (I DO NOT WANNA TRANSLATE IT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he grins and says....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm....baliktad nga pala yung suot mo."&lt;br /&gt;*translation:(No translation available....sorry...hee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was sooooooo embarrased.......but happy. Because hahahahaa....CRUSH KITA!!!!hehehehe......mwah!! love ya'll....out!! (ay ikaw na rin pala...mwah!!!)....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-111494304184989606?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/111494304184989606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=111494304184989606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111494304184989606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111494304184989606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/05/may-1-2003.html' title='may 1, 2003'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-111418189694520220</id><published>2005-04-22T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T00:49:29.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's BONFUNK??</title><content type='html'>hey ya'll! well, you know what, people keep on asking me " what on earth does bonfunk mean??"&lt;br /&gt;Right now I can finally put an end to their endless questions. I'm here to tell you what bonfunk means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FaCtS AbOuT "BoNfUnk"*&lt;br /&gt;-ORIGIN: this word was created by Sue G. Valencia(me!!!)&lt;br /&gt;-it means- good funk....or basically good anything. mostly "good funk".&lt;br /&gt;-part of speech-it could just be perhaps any. :)&lt;br /&gt;-pronounciation- (bon-funk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThE sTorY Of iTs DiScOvErY&lt;br /&gt;one boring, weekend night in Bahrain, me and billy(my bro) were watchin' taped mtveurope reruns. Then suddenly....a vidclip of the bomFunk mc's comes on. I was so happy to hear some upbeat retro music(dunno why??), so i started jumpin up and down for no reason-----yeah, i CAN get weird from time to time-----,then i just suddenly mispronounced the word bomfunk, instead i screamed "BONFUNK YEAH!!!"...then i found it crazily funny! Then it just became part of my vocabulary.BONFUNK YA"LL!! bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-111418189694520220?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/111418189694520220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=111418189694520220' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111418189694520220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111418189694520220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/04/whats-bonfunk.html' title='What&apos;s BONFUNK??'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254011.post-111390987318262423</id><published>2005-04-19T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T16:05:46.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SECRET BEHIND "MY BORING LIFE"</title><content type='html'>Well, so.... ok. This is my first post on this blog thingy. First of all, I do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; know why on earth I entitled this "My Boring Life.....". Let me see. Hmm....sometimes my life is just pretty much very unexcusibly (or is it "in") boring........whatever! It's 'cause I mostly stay home. That's part of the reason I decided to create this. I don't really know what  I'm doing exactly!!! He he he....So if ever you do read this thingy...... just make sure that you are ready for the most boring read of your life!!! But hey! Maybe it won't be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad!!! See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254011-111390987318262423?l=bonfunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/feeds/111390987318262423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254011&amp;postID=111390987318262423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111390987318262423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254011/posts/default/111390987318262423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonfunk.blogspot.com/2005/04/secret-behind-my-boring-life.html' title='THE SECRET BEHIND &quot;MY BORING LIFE&quot;'/><author><name>Kleyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267716122869329197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/5847/320/Picture%20022d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
