Monique (Môw-nik) ;

1. cute when she sneezes;
and know how to bring up a persons day, even after math classes;
only the luckiest guy ever gets to be in the presence of Monique;
and goes crazy at times;
she is also good at volleyball.

2. a really hot girl who is the best kind of girl for relationships. she IS a HUGE F-L-I-R-T, i mean she flirts with every known person on earth, man or woman, doesnt matter to her. but thats ok, because everyone still loves her to death. exceppt her haters, who noone really cares about.

gosh, that monique girl is just so hot, i wish she could be my girlfriend.

Bob:That monique girl was all over me in sci, hope this menas she likes me.
ju:dont nget your hopes up on her, there are so many boys who want her....

Monique (Môw-nik) ;

1. a person that is very true to herself. Tries to act mature but in the end can screw up because of a simple mistake or absent minded act. Very honest about most topics, unless it would hurt ones feelings if talked about to others. Can be somewhat bossy at times, and very self-conscious. Cares too much about those close to her, and can't stand betrayals. In general, doesn't want to feel left out, but will change for the people she loves. Very random, but tries to act sweet.

2. can be very verbal, overly defensive, and a real strict discliplinarian she can also be quiet, thoughtful, seductive and mysterious. Monique's are creative, intelligent and dislikes clutter, and loud obnoxious stuff others call music. To win this girl, honesty, and truth will get you on a higher ranking than lies and flattery. Don't expect this girl to be subserivant, treat her as an equal and don't try to control her. She will only put up with so much bull before she kicks you to the curb, and she won't care a bit about your bruised ego at that point.

3. a girl who is random, goes crazy at times, and has naturally curly hair. Attractive to some, weird to others. Acts too tough and then can break down in rapid mood swings. But still, everyone loves her anyway.

Monique (Môw-nik)

kasalanan mo.

ikaw ang nagta'takda ng pag lubog
ng araw sa twing dapit hapon. :[

trade off :/

i was not allowed to think of him.
THAT WAS SOMETHING i tried to be very strict about.


of course I slipped; I was only human.



but i was getting better,
and so the pain was something i could avoid for days at a time now.
the trade-off was the never-ending numbness.
between pain and nothing,

i’d chosen nothing.

ninety years.

my heart hasn’t beat in almost ninety years,
but this was different.

it was like my heart was gone
—like i was hollow.

like i’d left everything that was inside me here with you.

now i know what wud it be like. ='O

you know how sick i feel last night?
damn. not that much. but not
really enjoying it when you're
cutting me off when i am talking.

it feels like we're having one way
conversation. i dont know what's up with that.

man i said sorry. isn't that enough?
why are you making such a big deal out of
my personal observation.

it's just an observation. an opinion.
i can always be wrong. Man, that's an opinion.

you sounds like your scolding me.
same as the tone of my dad when he
caught me smoking at the backdoor of his house.

now i know what wud it be like.
you just gave me an idea how wud it be.

tss. you're just makin' me feel sick of this.
pushing me to get tired.

ulckkk. ='O

confused. day #8.

i was not finished kissing you.
don’t make me come over there hunn. :'3

narcoleptic.

am i sufferin from narcolepsy babe?

feels like im gonna be comatosed.
as in dead asleep. ughh.
wanna sleeeeep 25hours a day.


and hey!
hahaha. wudd'ap with me singing
your favorite song. and chokin' as hell
laughing cause i cant follow the tune.

hahaha. fun though. :3