<?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-6400591</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:19:19.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>InSiDe HeR bRoKeN sOuL</title><subtitle type='html'>i PuT oN mY mAkE-uP aNd A sMiLe On My FaCe, TrYiNg HaRd To FoRgEt ThAt EvErYtHiNg'S oKaY. i LaUgH aT nO oNe BuT tHe JoKe'S oN mE... i'M dYiNg InSiDe WiTh My PrIdE aNd A sMiLe On My FaCe...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-108254778953889637</id><published>2004-04-21T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T19:47:15.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kasama ko sis ko kahapon sa starbucks, sinamahan ko siya sa lasalle&lt;br /&gt;para sa recon niya. nag-uusap kami tungkol sa boys, hanggang sa&lt;br /&gt;natanong ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bianx: jam, titigil ka ba sa pagyoyosi?&lt;br /&gt;jam: kaw muna. hehe&lt;br /&gt;bianx: hindi nga... pano pag nalaman ni oliver (bf niya)?&lt;br /&gt;jam: hindi ako titigil.&lt;br /&gt;bianx: kelan mo balak tumigil?&lt;br /&gt;jam: pag nakahanap na ko ng guy na life-changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tumatak yung sinabi na yun sakin ng sister ko. napaisip ako. oo nga&lt;br /&gt;noh. hindi kaya akala ko lang may mahal ako...? pwede naman yun&lt;br /&gt;diba,,na namimis-interpret mo ung feelings kasi kala mo yun na yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako kasi, pag mahal ko, kaya kong iwan lahat. as in lahat. (that&lt;br /&gt;includes my dad. tatay ko na yun a...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagyoyosi pa nga lang, di ko na ma-give up. pag-iinom pa kaya.&lt;br /&gt;pagmumura pa kaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam ko naman na sinabi lang niya yun sakin hindi dahil mahal niya&lt;br /&gt;ko, pero dahil concerned siya sakin bilang kaibigan. alam ko yun noh.&lt;br /&gt;kala ko nung una yun yung dahilan kaya hindi ako nakikinig sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;madalas. hindi pala. eto ang dahilan: hindi sapat yung nararamdaman&lt;br /&gt;ko sa kanya para bitawan ang mga bisyo ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi dahil ayoko tumigil sa mga bisyo ko. kundi dahil narealize ko&lt;br /&gt;kagabi na hindi ko pa siya ganun ka-mahal. kala ko lang. nacontrol ko&lt;br /&gt;pala yung nararamdaman ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means mas mapapadali para sakin na kalimutan siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means saved na yung (para sakin..) "naghihingalong" friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means hindi ko na kailangan mailang pag kasama siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay... yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa totoo lang, masaya ako ngayon sa naisip ko. dalawa na lang&lt;br /&gt;pinoproblema ko. nanay ko... saka baka maospital ako ulet. pero ok&lt;br /&gt;lang yun. wala pa naman yung problema e. saka ko na poproblemahin yun&lt;br /&gt;pag nandyan na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siyempre may mga oras na namimiss ko yung no-malice-intended&lt;br /&gt;friendship naming dalawa kasi ok naman talaga kami dati... ngayon&lt;br /&gt;parang iba na kasi alam nya, tapos medyo nahihiya ako... blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;pero i have a feeling na babalik yun sa dati. ngayon pa na alam ko&lt;br /&gt;nang hindi na lalago ang nararamdaman ko. heheh. kaya ko nang&lt;br /&gt;kontrolin. yes!!!!!!!!!!! at least alam kong ok ako diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti na lang talaga...!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magpapakasaya na lang ako sa pagboboyhunt. hehehe... summer ngayon&lt;br /&gt;noh. daming gwapo sa mall, for sure. :) malay natin, baka may&lt;br /&gt;makilala na ko ngayon... na mamahalin ko na... nang wlang pag-&lt;br /&gt;aalinlangan... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-108254778953889637?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/108254778953889637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/108254778953889637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108254778953889637' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-108207309888695035</id><published>2004-04-16T07:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T07:55:37.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alam na niya yung nararamdaman ko. guess what, parang wala lang sa kanya. parang wala siyang nalaman. parang walang nangyari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang swerte ko sa guy na to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaso hindi rin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pano ko siya maiiyakan at masasabihan ng problema, knowing na siya ang dahilan kung bakit ako umiiyak at namomroblema..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lintek na pag-ibig 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayop. kasi naman e. pwede naman akong di madevelop sa kanya diba..? pede namang crush lang. bakit lumalim...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasalanan ko rin naman e... i spent too much of my time with this guy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-108207309888695035?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/108207309888695035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/108207309888695035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108207309888695035' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-108124896366980414</id><published>2004-04-06T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T18:59:48.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not really sure if i'm in love with this guy. but i know that i'm hurt, and that i'm happy at the same time. PWEDE BA YUN?! yep.. i'm happy whenever im with him but im hurt whenever i hear him say how much he loves my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta ang alam ko... gusto ko siyang kalimutan. NOW NA. bago pa lalong lumala 'tong nararamdaman ko...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-108124896366980414?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/108124896366980414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/108124896366980414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108124896366980414' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-108085024714891908</id><published>2004-04-02T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T04:14:26.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by the way.. pahabol lang.. sorry if i didn't update my journal for __ days.. haha... there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-108085024714891908?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/108085024714891908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/108085024714891908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108085024714891908' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-108085015488727394</id><published>2004-04-02T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T04:12:53.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haaay... 16 more days... 2 months na kaming magkakilala... pero it seemed like we've known each other for like... forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can still remember that day... feb18. huh!!!!!!!!!!! how can i forget that day?! that was the first day that i cut classes and never attended at least one class for the whole day. he was introduced to me.. (nakainom pa ko nun.. redhorse!!!!) maybe that's why i got attracted to his physical appearance.. because i was woozey... haha. kidding aside, i really like him. crush at first sight. however, i never thought i'd get close to him. really close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the downside... i'm falling for this guy who fell for my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys see how close we are, right? then you must know how painful it is for me to hear... "miss ko na siya..." and "ano kaya ginagawa niya ngayon" for like... 3 times in a minute while talking on the phone... argh. i just don't want to admit this pain to him because i don't want to ruin the friendship that's already established.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night at mcdonald's i just had to leave and not talk to this guy. why? because i can't take the pain anymore. instead of saying bye to them, i just walked out. good thing bakib was there to cool me down... but still, the pain is still there. he texted me at 1130pm and asked me to call him, but i didn't... i just slept. maybe because of too much stress... i just didn't want to hear his voice last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should get used to not being close to this guy. i might get attached again, just like what happened to me and my blockmate (yep kat, it's abigan). abigan and i are close, but something happened so the friendship was ruined. i missed the guy now... hmmm... maybe i should miss hans now and get used to it as early as possible than miss him later and have more difficulty in handling the longing i feel for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-108085015488727394?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/108085015488727394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/108085015488727394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108085015488727394' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-107937002766420934</id><published>2004-03-16T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T01:03:43.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm actually at the verge of failing another freaking subject (jprizal). why? simple. i don't attend that class. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. boring&lt;br /&gt;2. i'd rather spend my time with HANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. besides, i don't wanna see my blockmates anymore. hey, can you blame the girl? they have put me into so much pain already.. just the thought of having them around is a torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard two of them talking while playing volleyball this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy1: pangit ng laro ko, syet&lt;br /&gt;guy2: galingan mo na lang, wag mo na isipin kung sino yung scorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i was the scorer during that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit on those guys. isisisi pa nila sakin yung pagkapangit ng laro nila.. ang kapal.. grabe na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll still keep my mouth shut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-107937002766420934?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107937002766420934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107937002766420934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107937002766420934' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-107922579807576647</id><published>2004-03-14T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T08:59:50.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow.. i haven't updated this for a week.. that's a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been busy cutting classes to spend most of my school time with my current obsession right now - MR. HANS ANDERSEN YU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupyup. wrong, but it feels so right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-107922579807576647?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107922579807576647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107922579807576647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107922579807576647' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-107849959629233314</id><published>2004-03-05T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T23:16:17.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Title: Of Bakib and Yosi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga pare! alam ko na kung bakit hindi ko pa nakakalimutan si bakib.. kasi kahit gusto na ng puso kong mag-let go, ayaw pa ng utak ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's compare him to my [former] vice, smoking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang yosi, masama sa katawan. maraming masamang epekto, tulad na lang ng LUNG CANCER at kung ano-ano pa. alam kong masama sa'kin.. pero ayoko magquit. bakit? wala lang. nakakaadik e. pero there's a certain incident that made me quit it -&gt; dahil sa sobrang concern sakin ng friends ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si bakib, parang yosi ko. pangit pakinggan diba? pero ganun ang nangyayari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si bakib.. para sakin.. ewan, parang nakakaadik kasama e.. pero alam kong may times na umiiwas siya kasi nahahalata niyang mahal ko pa rin siya. dami rin siyang masamang epekto sakin, tulad na lang ng sobrang pag-iiyak at sama ng loob.. pero di niya naman kasalanan yun e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero kailangan ko na siyang kalimutan. BAKIT? kasi naaawa na sa akin yung mga kaibigan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha. mahal na mahal ako ng mga kaibigan ko. REJOICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. may bago nga pala akong crush ngayon.. 2 sila, actually. parehas na 4 letters ang pangalan nila. yun lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-107849959629233314?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107849959629233314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107849959629233314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107849959629233314' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-107804967374517078</id><published>2004-02-29T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T18:17:28.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MissAnthropy/1077072793_glassheart.jpg" border="0" alt="glass heart"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Heart of Glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MissAnthropy/quizzes/What%20is%20Your%20Heart%20REALLY%20Made%20of%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is Your Heart REALLY Made of?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. no wonder i'm easily hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-107804967374517078?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107804967374517078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107804967374517078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107804967374517078' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-107760363722891671</id><published>2004-02-24T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T14:23:24.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to the people who were affected by the current issue about me, i sincerely apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the people who don't want to be with me anymore, i'll try my best to understand you. please do the same for me too. i know i'd have the difficulty to restore the friendships we once had, and i'm not regretting meeting you. i just regretted not telling you my past, para di na kayo nagulat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the people who are still by my side no matter what, thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that will be all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-107760363722891671?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107760363722891671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107760363722891671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107760363722891671' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-107716483319026161</id><published>2004-02-19T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T12:29:53.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've had two heart-to-heart talks kagabi.. one with my dad and one with my sis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's talk about my dad's first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad has always been sticking up for me no matter what. yup. ganun ako kamahal ng tatay ko... that's why i'll always do the same for him. this guy has been loving me all my life... at kahit sino pang lalaki ang dumating sa buhay ko, hindi ko siya ipagpapalit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we were talking (and drinking, of course), i told my dad about the problem i'm having. you know what he said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who fucking cares about them? aika, kahit kailan hindi mo sila pinilit na gustuhin mo sila. so just leave it be. mabubuhay ka ng wala sila."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a common advice, pero iba pa rin pag galing sa dad ko yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa sis ko naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: o musta retreat?&lt;br /&gt;jam: masaya. :)&lt;br /&gt;me: ano mga nangyari?&lt;br /&gt;jam: ayun, nagshare kami ng problems..&lt;br /&gt;me: ano naman na-share mo?&lt;br /&gt;jam: gusto mo ba talaga malaman?&lt;br /&gt;me: malamang diba.. kaya nga tinanong ko sayo e..&lt;br /&gt;jam: shinare ko yung problema ko kay mommy.&lt;br /&gt;me: ikaw? may problema kay mommy? bago yun a.&lt;br /&gt;jam: oi meron kaya&lt;br /&gt;me: di nga...&lt;br /&gt;jam: lam mo bang lagi niya akong kinukumpara sayo?&lt;br /&gt;me: ayaw mo nun.. magmumukha kang mabait na tupa? alam mo namang pinag-iinitan ako nun lagi e.&lt;br /&gt;jam: hindi yun e..&lt;br /&gt;me: ano naman?&lt;br /&gt;jam: lagi niyang sinasabi, "tignan mo yung kapatid mo, laging nasa school. gabi na kung umuwi. maagang nagigising yan para lang lutuan ka ng lintek na almusal mo. madalas pa binibilhan ka nya ng mga damit. bakit di ka gumaya dyan? lagi ka na lang naninigarilyo.. yahdahyahdah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yung kwentuhan namin ng kapatid ko tungkol sa retreat nila, nauwi sa iyakan. wehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-107716483319026161?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107716483319026161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107716483319026161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107716483319026161' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-107657705002569850</id><published>2004-02-12T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T17:13:21.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe.. ang liit nga talaga ng mundo.. yung kakilala mo, di mo alam kakilala rin ng ibang tao.. na kakilala mo rin.. to the point na pati yung past mo na alam ni person #1 ikukuwento niya kay person #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inaamin ko naman e, marami akong kagaguhang ginawa nung highschool, that's why when i graduated, i vowed to myself na hindi ko na gagawin yung mga kagaguhang iyon ulit. i started anew... kasi ayoko na talagang gawin yun... kaya nga binulgar ko na yung buhay ko sa block kasi ayoko na ng pretensions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but issues kept haunting me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa isang blockmate ko pa naman nanggaling, "this ain't highschool anymore... better change your ass.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i did. pero there are just some people na mahirap i-convince na nagbago ka na nga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di yata alam ng mga kaibigan ko sa block kung gaano ko sila kamahal... nalaman kasi nila yung mga pwede kong gawin... malas lang nila, alam nga nila yung mga things that i am capable of, pero di nila alam na i chose not to do it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto ang ayoko e... pag natatabunan ng masamang past ko yung maganda kong present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan nga di ko sila maintindihan e... kung yung mga taong naapektuhan nga nung mga kagaguhan ko, napatawad ako... pero yung mga taong dapat wala namang pakialam, sila pa yung badtrip. past is past, mga pare... i have no intention of doing it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that i don't want to lose friends anymore? i know how hard it has been... believe me... kahit ngayon na lang kayo maniwala... it really hurt bigtime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, you people are entitled to your own judgment, and i can't manipulate that... pero sana lang tandaan niyo... andito lang si bianxz pag kailangan niyo ng kaibigan. remember, hindi ko kayo tinalikuran.. kayo ang tumalikod sa akin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-107657705002569850?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107657705002569850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107657705002569850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107657705002569850' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-107645762659835542</id><published>2004-02-11T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T08:08:41.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/Vincentsdream/1074560009_turesalone.jpg" border="0" alt="Alone"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lonliness dominates you. You can hide it well, but&lt;br&gt;its there, and your friends can see it. You&lt;br&gt;constantly feel alone, and need to do things to&lt;br&gt;fill your time. Your afraid to tell people&lt;br&gt;this, but sooner or later it gets out in a bad&lt;br&gt;way, and you think you screwed up everything.&lt;br&gt;And when you are in love is when you are sad&lt;br&gt;the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Vincentsdream/quizzes/What%20Emotion%20Dominates%20you%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Emotion Dominates you? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/ghettokitty/1047299736_entrancing.jpg" border="0" alt="entrancing"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leaves&lt;br&gt;your partner bedazzled and maybe even feeling&lt;br&gt;he/she is dreaming.  Quite effective; the kiss&lt;br&gt;that never lessens and always blows your&lt;br&gt;partner away like the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ghettokitty/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20kiss%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of kiss are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-107645762659835542?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107645762659835542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107645762659835542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107645762659835542' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-107645711662996953</id><published>2004-02-11T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T07:54:25.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GUSTO KONG MAGLAHO LALO NA KAPAG KASAMA KO SIYA.. :( ARGH... help people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-107645711662996953?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107645711662996953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107645711662996953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107645711662996953' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-107616327928948284</id><published>2004-02-07T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T22:17:03.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.. here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAHAL KO ULET SI BAKIB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(man, i just hope he's not reading this blog...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tangina.. this all started sa christmas party... lagi na lang kasi kaming inaasar... tapos... argh!!! ayoko nito.. mali e... it's been two years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mali nga talagang naging friends ulet kami, the flame's still there (as for me, of course...) syempre sa kanya WALA. tsk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-107616327928948284?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107616327928948284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107616327928948284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107616327928948284' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-107597104583967293</id><published>2004-02-05T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T16:53:07.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it me or the past is just coming back?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh... malamang si kat lang ulet ang makakagets nito....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it wouldn't hurt kung magkaroon lang ulet ng feelings.. kahit konti lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.. it will hurt again BIGTIME just like how it did two years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahala na nga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-107597104583967293?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107597104583967293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107597104583967293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107597104583967293' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-107580457715499092</id><published>2004-02-03T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T18:38:35.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok... hmmm// let's look at what happened today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... we went to greenhills (walked for a realllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly long time) and my feet still hurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... errrr.. sorry, i can't reveal it (haha... something new that i wanted to keep for myself.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all (in fairness, nagiging secretive na ako about my plans. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-107580457715499092?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107580457715499092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107580457715499092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107580457715499092' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-107562751021453997</id><published>2004-02-01T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T17:27:25.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh boy.. THE MONTH OF LUV... and im still single.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i shouldn't care! after all.. i'm happy! i have good friends... and i.. er... i'm happy! (sorry i can't open it up here.. mabubulgar nanaman ang plano ko pag nagkataon... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentine's month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-107562751021453997?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107562751021453997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107562751021453997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107562751021453997' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-107553886645857914</id><published>2004-01-31T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T16:50:00.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had my cwts subject dropped (no choice. i wasn't allowed to go there neway..) sayang... just when i was enjoying the class (diba jej? wahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the middle of preparing for a debut i'll attend later on. i haven't had my makeup done yet, but my hair's ok now.. wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayang talaga yung cwts... :( i really really didn't wanna drop it... :( (and only jej knows why. hahahah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-107553886645857914?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107553886645857914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107553886645857914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107553886645857914' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-107545570988480953</id><published>2004-01-30T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T17:44:02.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.. here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akala ng lahat nagparebond ako. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started here: i just sang a line of my current LSS (what can i do by the corrs) and then some of my friends (namely gelo, jors and ambo) gave a big deal about it. SHIT!!!! anyway... so they thought i was singing it because of something they know... so they teased me eversince. then gekai asked me to go with them to the parlor... yup, i had my nails done.. blah.. blah.. and i also had my hair blow-dried... here's ethe catch. gekai and jors told me to pretend that i had my hair rebonded... ahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i wasn't around, jors sang the "what can i do"... then alvin suddenly interrupted the song. how? like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jors (singing): what can i do to make you love me?&lt;br /&gt;alvin (in a normal speaking voice): magparebond! magpamanicure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. as usual, naging grand entrance nanaman ako sa classroom dahil bukod sa late ako, tinignan talaga nila kung nagparebond ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, kaninang break, kinuha ni alvin yung phone ko... and pinasa niya kay paul... ayaw na ibalik sa'kin ni paul!!! so kailangan pa naming maghabulan diba!! buti na lang di nila nabasa yung mga messages ni *toot* sakin.. yep, he (a blockmate... and i'll drop dead first bago ko sabihin kung sino) is the reason why naubusan ako ng load. wahaha. it's not that we have a "thing" going on, it's just that kapag sinabi ko sa mga tao kung ano na ang "nangyayari", they might give a big deal out of it (yun nga lang pagpaparebond binigyan na nila ng big deal, yung taong pinag-aksayahan ko pa kaya ng load? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-107545570988480953?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107545570988480953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107545570988480953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107545570988480953' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400591.post-107536398240081641</id><published>2004-01-29T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T16:20:19.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wehehe. new blog. hope you like the new layout.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. update you guys soon. haha.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400591-107536398240081641?l=insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107536398240081641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400591/posts/default/107536398240081641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideherbrokensoul.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107536398240081641' title=''/><author><name>bianxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012505464447133926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
