<?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-8496992152803560898</id><updated>2011-08-07T18:22:05.077-07:00</updated><category term='at least i tried......'/><category term='This is me getting in trOuble.........'/><category term='Death experience....'/><category term='Happy Monday :D'/><title type='text'>"Spread The Love!"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496992152803560898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miyaqi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cSJotmyJE0A/Tj857tpxffI/AAAAAAAAACI/qQwWd87Ns_w/s220/Koala.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496992152803560898.post-3208821788053759603</id><published>2009-12-05T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:11:53.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at least i tried......'/><title type='text'>"SGA Election 2009-2010"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEPTEMBER 15, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is the election. I'm not nervous anymore. I am full of confidence and I believe in myself that I can do it! So yeah, I woke up at 4:55 am to be so prepared. I organized the papers that I forgot to organize last night. While I was in the shower, I was practicing my speech. Then when I was ready and all that I headed to the door, locked t and finally I'm out and started walking to school. If somebody has seen me, that person will probably think I'm s physcho beause I was talking with myself while walking. Hey! I'm just praticing my speech. When I got there the bus are out of sight. I'm not late but they really drop students at exactly 7:00am and I just started walking by that time, but usually I'm really early. So now I'm inside the cafeteria with my friends saying "vote for me guys!" (with courage and conviction!) "Of course" they said. Another important factor why I have this over-flowing courage and confidence is because I have my friends' support. Even though we came from different Middle Schools. I worked hard memorizing everyones name. In the cafeteria, I'm jumping one table after another just to say my wonderful 3 second speech....."VOTE FOR ME" It was an unforgetable experience. I met new poeple......which now we called each other friends. I enjoyed it! When the time came that Mr. Isaac finally dismissing our table, I immediatey grabbed my things. I saw Kianna carrying a bag full of heartshape pins that say vote for Ella. I was impressed to her. We hugged, say our thank you and your welcome and rushed giving away the cute pins. Our way was to the locker area, I also need to diposit my heavy Geomety book in my locker. And yeah, we got our lockers yesterday......I have the tall locker, some only got the half lockers. I am super LUCKY! Moving on.......finally we're finished giving the super cute pins. We hurried beause we're about to be mark late to class. My first period was downstairs, hers was up here. Crowded, move it people! hahahaha slap their butts! Kidding! I'm not late to HISTORY class. I was waiting for the announcements which is a signal for me to go to the gym and give my awsome 2 minutes speech. It's short, maybe cause' I talk fast. BUT it's so juicy with meanings in it! Not like others who promises but nothing even happens............continue tom. gotta review for my Span. test!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ViZVDMjBk4/SxsR_Gius4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/LpQSpu-jBd0/s1600-h/bon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411939153001493378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ViZVDMjBk4/SxsR_Gius4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/LpQSpu-jBd0/s320/bon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ViZVDMjBk4/SxsSMZevxvI/AAAAAAAAABg/AjE6PzTwbKw/s1600-h/gon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411939381423359730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" 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or Unlucky"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 4, 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we saw a lot of stuff on the way home but when we were near Nicole's house.....we almost got hit by a car....we were actually walking at the very center of the road and we were just talkin about this guy TriC. hahahahaha.....I found a phoe earlier, notice an underwear in the road not really it was just a black hat scattered and w/ a careless owner, noticed a pair of heavy footprints, a pair of slippers and lastly the big almost death experience thing....huh i still have a lot to say but i have to finish a bunch of Homeworks especially in Biology.... ***TO 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title='&quot;Lucky or Unlucky&quot;'/><author><name>Miyaqi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cSJotmyJE0A/Tj857tpxffI/AAAAAAAAACI/qQwWd87Ns_w/s220/Koala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496992152803560898.post-5852612638216775836</id><published>2009-12-05T17:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:00:14.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is me getting in trOuble.........'/><title type='text'>"Where r u room 421?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 2, 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to John, my vietnamese not-so-called-friend for openning the door for me. I wasn't late today thanks to him. After History, the time for getting to our next class, something unexpected happened. hahahaha :D I was about to bumped Mikki(my ex-crush) I dumped him last last last week but he's still cute OMG! I have lunch with him every B days too. Hahaha it all started in the cafeteria.........(flashback w/ sound effect) we were "boy hunting." I saw him first! I named him, guy in the grayshirt. Well "d grayshirt guy" Me, April and the other hunters blossomed. That was our story about Mikki. I called him Mikki because his true name starts with M. Back to the main topic, yes we almost touched each other but I refused to. I wa facing to Jodi at the same time playing hide n seek with Nicole. I saw his classmate Danmark, another Filipino guy. He joined the MnM game too(monito,monita). SInce I was in-charge, I know all their names. I ask Bubblegum if he know where in the world is Nicole, he said he's still inside the room. I waited and atlast she's out. I freaked out when she discussed about the Science Fair Homework Book which ********TO BE CONTINUED!*********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496992152803560898-5852612638216775836?l=ellabontogon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/feeds/5852612638216775836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-r-u-room-four-hundred-twenty-one_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496992152803560898/posts/default/5852612638216775836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496992152803560898/posts/default/5852612638216775836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-r-u-room-four-hundred-twenty-one_05.html' title='&quot;Where r u room 421?&quot;'/><author><name>Miyaqi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cSJotmyJE0A/Tj857tpxffI/AAAAAAAAACI/qQwWd87Ns_w/s220/Koala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496992152803560898.post-492910544143646893</id><published>2009-12-05T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T17:56:16.663-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Monday :D'/><title type='text'>"December 1st"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 1, 2009 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ViZVDMjBk4/SxsOdDpCoyI/AAAAAAAAABI/SsksaDRcvsw/s1600-h/s320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411935269572223778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ViZVDMjBk4/SxsOdDpCoyI/AAAAAAAAABI/SsksaDRcvsw/s320/s320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to school after Thanksgiving vacation. I wasn't happy because I didn't get the chance to shop. My Thanksgiving day wasn't really successful compared to last week where we travelled at midnight just to get in Anarundel in time. I did enjoyed my night, my last night. We watched a lot of movies like Old dogs which was so hilarious really, next is newmoon which wasn't very interesting but Jacob was super cute and the other warewolf with the 6 pack, lastly 2012, you can't watch this if you have a heart attack. It was thrilling and dramatic. I had a lot of fun. The best thing that happened to me this 2009 Thanksgiving weekend. Now that it's December, which means Christmas time is coming, we planned to have an exchange gift giving but in a more exciting way. We called it Monito, Monita. WE even nicknamed it MnM. All Filipinos in school was in it. It's going on though. I'm incharge! YES! i know their secret names hahahaha! This is gonna be fun. What am I doin'......I still need to do my homework. Until next time. Monday: I woke up at 6:50, no time to eat so I didn't eat breakfast, ask my friend Nicole to wait for me but it was too cold that time, stayed in the Gym, went to my locker, saw my ex-crush Mikki(secret name), panicked, didn't see Justin the pycho guy(halleluia!), went to class w/ Nicole, saw Jodi, she saw the necklace I was wearing which she gave me, I was thankful!, went inside the classroom, prayed Ms. Williams(my evil t'cher in English) not to be there, unluckily she was there(dangit!), then we had a not so fun activity, skip........2nd period Spanish since I didn't eat breakfast I felt dizzy to the point I can't even lift my head up, rushed to the nurse but before that I headed for lunch, went to 3rd period, I only stayed in the clinic the whole lunch period, Bought water thanks to Jennifer(i spelled her name right this time i know!) delivered our project in Health(a taste of.........Mearasia: Mexican, American and Asia) FYI i made this name, my last class today was Guitar, I have to finger pick the song GREENSLEEVES not that hard but I have to learn it fast I was absent when they performed it. Finally it's dismissal, headed to my locker but before that I fixed the room, it was my duty for being a walker, Ms. Burns said I can either earn xtra-credit although I don't need it or service hours. Nicole and I went home together, she stayed at my house cause' we have to do this Science Fair Project thing. Our title is POP GOES THE CORN. something catchy she said! We ate popcorn of course! hahaha.....we talked about nasagasaan ng TriC this guy we always make fun of.....no offense to that person someday he will know. THat's all for today until tomorrow again. Stay tune! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496992152803560898-492910544143646893?l=ellabontogon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/feeds/492910544143646893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-1-2009-monday-back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496992152803560898/posts/default/492910544143646893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496992152803560898/posts/default/492910544143646893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-1-2009-monday-back-to-school.html' title='&quot;December 1st&quot;'/><author><name>Miyaqi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cSJotmyJE0A/Tj857tpxffI/AAAAAAAAACI/qQwWd87Ns_w/s220/Koala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ViZVDMjBk4/SxsOdDpCoyI/AAAAAAAAABI/SsksaDRcvsw/s72-c/s320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496992152803560898.post-3303060286286110694</id><published>2009-12-05T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T17:47:35.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Once in a Lifetime"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEPTEMBER 4, 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's September 9, 2009 translated to 09/09/09.......Once in a lifetime experience. This will never happen again except if time travel really exist! So it's Wednesday then and it's A day today at school meaning I have to take English, Spanish 1, Health and Guitar. In my English class, Ms. Nicole Williams made us write the number in each page front to back. My Compostion notebook composed of 200 pages which means I have to write number 1 to 200 front to back. That's so tiring I know! I was so exhausted that time. Too much pressure at school. I'm so fucking(so sorry for using this kind of language) stress. Oh well the only thing that refills my energy is my magical book " Live Well with One Spirit." Inspiring. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My next class was Spanish. I have Ms. Anne Day. We call her Senora Day. She's a great teacher the only thing I don't like about her is that her class is sometimes boring and that no one even bothers to listen to her.........students here are far from crazy. Some are not but majority are.We do have a project about the body parts. Senora Day fogot to give us the neck and accessories. I though it was due today, so I finished it the other day. Guess what! I'm missing the neck. Whatever it will all work out because I used a piece of creativity. It looked like a monkey though. Hahahaha it was hilarious! I hope I get an&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A. Before Health class, I have lunch. I headed to the cafeteria, fall in line because they have orange chicken w/ rice and mash potato today! My favorite! After lunch it's time to powder my nose......hahahaha! Just kidding just to put some lip gloss retouch. Ms. Sanders, my health teacher is so nice. She doesn't give test.....lucky me! But yeah she give us homeworks. It's so high-tech we email our homeworks to her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My next class is Guitar. We have to perform one song in our songbook. My partner and I chose "Skip to my Lou." But something unforgetable happened before the performance. The cover of the aircorn fell down on my back. Don't worry I'm still alive! The cover was light but I will never forget this event i my life. It was so historical it's 09/09/09. When it's our time to rock. I was so nevous. I talked too fast. I introduced myself first and I even introduced my partner to the class myself. Wow! I know right! The we started strumming( I'm not sure of d spelling) We both are good singers. After that we were flooded with applause. Tears of joy! No kidding my eyes were red. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My day was almost over at school. Since I am a walker I have to stay for 5 minutes until all the students had board the bus. I remained in the band room with my guitar teacher, Ms. Sally Burns. She said I will receive extra points for helping her organized the guitar cases and the chairs. I admit I am a perfectionist. I want everything to be on top of being organized. That's why I decided to run as a Secretary. Vote for me! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walking home with my friends. I met a guy who randomly asked what's my name in a rude way. He said what's your name and so said, well my name is Ella and I asked him what's his name too. My tone was ruder(hahaha this word doesn't even exist........i think?) than him. Then he said are you a Filipino? I said yes proudly! Just looking at hm before he speak I know he's a Filipino too. The difference is just he was born here so he's an American hahahaha w/ both Filipino parents. He's name is kris(Boy n kris) but he lied to me. he said his name is kyle. I said bye because his car is right there......he didn't answer back. That's why I hate him! ggrrrrr! I know I should be a good model. That's why I have to wait to take revenge after the election. That ends my day! I was still happy because.....well I'm always HAPPY duh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496992152803560898-3303060286286110694?l=ellabontogon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/feeds/3303060286286110694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/2009/12/once-in-lifetime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496992152803560898/posts/default/3303060286286110694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496992152803560898/posts/default/3303060286286110694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/2009/12/once-in-lifetime.html' title='&quot;Once in a Lifetime&quot;'/><author><name>Miyaqi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cSJotmyJE0A/Tj857tpxffI/AAAAAAAAACI/qQwWd87Ns_w/s220/Koala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496992152803560898.post-7235660284406259951</id><published>2009-12-05T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T17:31:42.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Very Sad Day"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APRIL 12, 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's really hard losing someone you love. April 12,2009 I lost my grandfather, Benedicto Batinga. He died at the age of 81. As soon as I found out that he's already experiencing difficulties. Of course, I know the fact that he's getting old or perhaps he's already that old but it's just sad and difficult to let go. I have this agreement with God that he's not going to take anyone of my big family because he already took two, My grandfather(father side) tatay Maky and my only youngest sister, Arren. The exchange for the agreement is for me to help others. To extend a helping hand especially to the poor and the needy. My uncle, tito Julian said it's better for him to passed away than to see him suffering. I partially agreed to that. It's really a stab to yourself standing in front of someone you love that is suffering. It was really a surprised to everyone because my aunt Luz said he's okay but after about 1 or 2 weeks, he can't eat anymore because he's hard-up breathing. He has caugh. Then, my mother called my aunt just to check whether everything's flowing smoothly. My aunt responded that he's not eating well so my mother didn't think twice to send him back to the hospital again. April 12, not exactly 10 am, it was Easter Sunday my grandfather passed away. We were attending a birthday party when my aunt called. It was just a missed call at first. At the middle half of tita Joy's birthday party my mother called my aunt. Then my aunt told my mom what happened. My mother came down crying after the phone call. I was curious about what's going on. I was shocked too because I knew that he was doing quite okay. Last year I was really happy to see him again walking and running. I'm so sad but this is life. Life cycle...................the lesson I learned is make your day your last day. Life goes so fast. Not only enjoy it but make your everyday satisfying. Wherever my Grandfather is now, I hope his happy and I wish for him to watch us, guardian angels.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496992152803560898-7235660284406259951?l=ellabontogon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/feeds/7235660284406259951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-sad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496992152803560898/posts/default/7235660284406259951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496992152803560898/posts/default/7235660284406259951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-sad-day.html' title='&quot;A Very Sad Day&quot;'/><author><name>Miyaqi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cSJotmyJE0A/Tj857tpxffI/AAAAAAAAACI/qQwWd87Ns_w/s220/Koala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496992152803560898.post-8045438615873930781</id><published>2009-08-25T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T17:25:49.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Almost Late"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geeez! I was almost late! Could you imagine that? That was just the fruit of staying up late until 12 midnight. Alright! I learned my lessons. I was almost late beacause I turned off my alarm clock the first time it made the sound........I'm too lazy to get up! I woke up at 6:48 am, I usually start walking at around 7 am. It's a long walk......well not really. It's still good I have morning exercises everyday. Oh my gosh! I'm in hurry! I took a bath as fast as i could, put on my planned outfit, eat breakfast( I usually eat heavy lunch........rice and whatever ulam we have) but since I am running late I ate my breakfast like a hungry lion. I swallowed carefully but chewed fastly. I used the back entrance nearer at my house. I don't have a choice, I have to run as fast as I could across the super wet blades of grass. Finally, I arrieved just right on time. I stopped by the door that leads to the gym(we gather around the gym first then go to our class) I was thinking of standing up because I cant's see someone. Then Mfon called out my name. Yihaaah. "My life Saver!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............ohg i'm sleepy again........xorry i'm gonna be early tom!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496992152803560898-8045438615873930781?l=ellabontogon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/feeds/8045438615873930781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/2009/08/almost-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496992152803560898/posts/default/8045438615873930781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496992152803560898/posts/default/8045438615873930781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/2009/08/almost-late.html' title='&quot;Almost Late&quot;'/><author><name>Miyaqi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cSJotmyJE0A/Tj857tpxffI/AAAAAAAAACI/qQwWd87Ns_w/s220/Koala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496992152803560898.post-6264604443349011102</id><published>2009-08-24T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:09:34.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"FIRST DAY HIGH!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's the first day of school. Everyone is so excited to finally see each other again after a very long summer break full fun and adventure. Everybody is worried about their schedule the night before. All of them are either texting or typing. But I am lucky to know my schedule....because I've successfully hack in! Nyahahaha!.........just kidding! Students may see their beloved schedule by oppenning the schoolmax portal through their parents. The schoolmax portal is a portal where you can check and see your grades, schedule, attendance, and a lot more. BUTT only our parents can access it. I'm still the luckiest! I know the username and password. My mom told me I'll be the one to open it. She's just too busy at school teaching naughty middle school students. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moving on....."The Night Before" Oh my! I'm not prepared I to school tomorrow. I don't know what else to wear. What bag I'm going to use. What are the things inside it ans so on. I was still up at 11:30 pm so calculating it maybe I was in bed before midnight. I was lacking ideas compared to last year when we just moved here in the States. So I came up to a good plan.....to watch this TV show called "The 10 tHingS i hAte aBouT YoU!" Life Saver! Now I think I'm ready for school. I've already gathered enough informations about what would high school looks like?.....stuffs like that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;                                                                                                            ....to be continued!i have school tomorrow 2nd day! can't be late to class or else......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496992152803560898-6264604443349011102?l=ellabontogon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/feeds/6264604443349011102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-high.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496992152803560898/posts/default/6264604443349011102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496992152803560898/posts/default/6264604443349011102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-high.html' title='&quot;FIRST DAY HIGH!&quot;'/><author><name>Miyaqi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cSJotmyJE0A/Tj857tpxffI/AAAAAAAAACI/qQwWd87Ns_w/s220/Koala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496992152803560898.post-791607026401985967</id><published>2009-08-24T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:06:35.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Freshman Orientation"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh my gosh! Today's the "Freshman Orientation" I can't express how excited and which aquals to how nervous I am feeling right now. After the orientation, I was still feeling uneasy. I don't know why, but I'm a little bit scared now. I can sense the competition. Probably because the fact that we came from different middle schools and now we are combined and forced to be settling in one roof for the rest of our 4 years in high school. It doesn't really matters to me. I still enjoy seeing new faces, meeting interesting people, learning their complicated names, ( no offense! But seriously, it's more complicated than you think) understanding their feelings, sharing each others experience, listening to their life and most importantly enjoying their company. I woke up at exactly 5:00 am in the morning. I can't sleep last night. I kept on thinking about my homeroom class. I was hopping that my class will be full of nice and kind hearted poeple. I cetainly don't like loud perverted people. Of course I'm terrified and excited! I turned my alarm clock off and I went straighly towards the laptop. I oppened my Yahoo Mail, chika with my friends in the Philippines. What else will I do? It's five o'clock in the morning. After thet I ate my breakfast and took a bath. Then, the last thing to do is to wait for Janine, a Filipino friend whose going to be dropped of by his dad and whose going to walk with me to school. Bowie Annex High School is just at the back of the house. So I can walk to school, except for winter.     On our way to school, we saw Nicole with his dad dropping her off. We're half way there when she arrived and walked with us. Nic is Filipino too. She wasn't born here but she grew up in the US, so she have more experience than me and Janine. Finally we're here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496992152803560898-791607026401985967?l=ellabontogon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/feeds/791607026401985967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/2009/08/freshman-orientation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496992152803560898/posts/default/791607026401985967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496992152803560898/posts/default/791607026401985967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/2009/08/freshman-orientation.html' title='&quot;Freshman Orientation&quot;'/><author><name>Miyaqi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cSJotmyJE0A/Tj857tpxffI/AAAAAAAAACI/qQwWd87Ns_w/s220/Koala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496992152803560898.post-2460348475355781124</id><published>2009-08-22T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T19:21:27.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Echi Blogger Template</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://skincorner.com/?p=966"&gt;Echi Blogger Template&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496992152803560898-2460348475355781124?l=ellabontogon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/feeds/2460348475355781124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/2009/08/echi-blogger-template.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496992152803560898/posts/default/2460348475355781124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496992152803560898/posts/default/2460348475355781124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellabontogon.blogspot.com/2009/08/echi-blogger-template.html' title='Echi Blogger Template'/><author><name>Miyaqi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cSJotmyJE0A/Tj857tpxffI/AAAAAAAAACI/qQwWd87Ns_w/s220/Koala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496992152803560898.post-3936765787042572919</id><published>2009-08-07T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T17:37:23.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Home Alone"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am totally alone in the house half day....... yihaaah! My brother abd sister attended a birthday party while my mom and dad went out to pick them up at about 2:00 pm. Really sweet huh! I AM FREE! Not that I mean that my parents are keeping me in a cage like a bird or something. What I mean was that "I enjoy FREEDOM to do whatever I like." Ofcourse the actions that I'm making will benefit me, cause if not I'm just being crazy and wasting my time. I don't like that. Well, when I was all alone at first, I was scrared a little bit thinking deeply of what can possibly happen to someone like me left alone in a big house. I made a plan in my head, if robbers will come to..... ofcourse rob the house, I will do these and that. Anyone who tries to break through.....I will definetly call 911 and my parents. I don't want to experience this kind of action and adventure so I wasn't looking forward it.Back to the main topic of being alone. I surf in the net because when by brother or sister arrives home they will definetly use it, so I enjoyed myself infront of the laptop. I watched movies like:Agent Cody Banks 2, Adventureland and Watch That Kid. Checked out my account in: friendster, facebook, myspace, multiply, deviantart, 2 yahoo mail, youtube, imeem, myyearbook and my newest account blogspot aka "blogger"My stomach was mumbling in the middle of te last movie that I was watching so I decided to get a pop a corn and soda and eat while I"m watching. Then I realized something......"OMG there's no more rice" The rice shoul be cooked before they arrive....code RED! I rushed myself to cook rice. huh! The rice was cooked 10 minute before they finally arrived home. Atleast I showed that I did my part being alone in the house. I also cleaned earlier, so they don't need to complain abput anything at all. "I did my best to do my part!" and it as a SUCCESS.This wasn't the first time that I am alone left in the house......I'm used to it. I grew up w/ my aut....well it's a very long story let me just say I grew up being a responsible and an independent person. I'm proud tha I grew up like this despite of some mistakes and bad decisions........heey it's normal! What's important is that, "everytime I stumbled down, I learn something that changes me to a better person and that I keep on falling down but striving to stand up despite of having great scratches and bruises. 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