<?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-1084309840908095128</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:20:14.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>diScover tHe reaL noimx ! :]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084309840908095128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>noimx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918637150002844768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm8Dx87wKHI/AAAAAAAAACI/3egl5qDOB9I/S220/EDit_nq_1_medium2.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084309840908095128.post-3748076932489689988</id><published>2009-07-30T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:02:18.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being HIS girl is an impossible wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/SnKW6Jv4JxI/AAAAAAAAACw/DHftqZWHR6g/s1600-h/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364516031944992530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/SnKW6Jv4JxI/AAAAAAAAACw/DHftqZWHR6g/s320/lonely.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever fall for someone you k&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now you shouldn't?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try hard to fight your feelings, but you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just couldn't?You fall deeper with each passing day,But try to hide it in every possible way.He's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only a friend, and nothing else--That's the lie you keeping telling yourself.You keep on saying &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he's just a bud,But deep inside, you're falling in love.You get so giddy when you meet his eyes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But keep reminding yourself it isn't right.A simple glance turns into a stare,But you pretned that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you don't care.It's "not right" for you two to be.Is that why you hide it so no one can see?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But how long will you pretend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep lying that he's just a friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps your feelings you can never show.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps it's "wrong" for him to know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your friendship can't be risked over this,So being his girl is an impossible wish... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/1084309840908095128-3748076932489689988?l=astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm8Dx87wKHI/AAAAAAAAACI/3egl5qDOB9I/S220/EDit_nq_1_medium2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/SnKW6Jv4JxI/AAAAAAAAACw/DHftqZWHR6g/s72-c/lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084309840908095128.post-4048518183342140305</id><published>2009-07-28T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:01:13.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He gave up oN me ! :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm_OUQ7SzYI/AAAAAAAAACo/25YsAA4OTOk/s1600-h/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363732528757919106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm_OUQ7SzYI/AAAAAAAAACo/25YsAA4OTOk/s320/girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; July 21, 2009, when my boyfriend called me on the phone. (12pm in the midnight, and gOing to sleep na ko nun, because exam nmin tommorrow!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahm..wait !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Asking why, kung bakit ngayon ko lang nai.post ang message nato???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because of the reason na, hinintay ko pa na mag move on ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pero GOSH, taLagang mahirap kalimotan ang taong naging part ng buhay mo for almost 3 yrs. aii, mali ako..4 yrs. na pala..Because that night he broke up on me is also our 4th anniversary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Imagine ganon kami ka tagal at talagang shit ang sakit, super!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Halos mabaliw ako sa kaiiyak nun, hindi kona magawang makatulog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, Inisip ko na may exams ako pgka bukas, so I tried to take a nap..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I pray na makakagising pa ako kina.umagahan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At talagang alam ng mga dormates ko kung ano ang nangyari sa akin that night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I almost even killed myself by dringking alot of sleeping pills na binili ko noong ngka.INsomia ako!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Buti nalang waah epek! hahai !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I wake up very early, and I went to school..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after the exam punta ako ng food.court and there nilabas ko lahat ng heartaches ko!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And Im so thankful that my friends was there frauline the one who comforts me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(thanks girl!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And my best friend is always there, keep on reminding me that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"bhez, kahit anong mangyari nandito lang ako!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pero hindi niya alam na noong time na parang nagkakalaboan na kmi ng Boyfriend ko, he always visits me at my place..inoman all the time, chika'2x always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My bestfriend is always on the ground, ready to catch me when I fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel so lucky that I have him as my "BESTFRIEND" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahai xhit ka rain bakit mo nagawa yun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ano ang nasa diyos na wala ako!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bakit xah lahat ng ambition bakit pagpapari pa???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sana dumating yung panahon na marealize mo na mali ang pinili mong buhay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because your life will be useless without me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084309840908095128-4048518183342140305?l=astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com/feeds/4048518183342140305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-gave-up-on-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084309840908095128/posts/default/4048518183342140305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084309840908095128/posts/default/4048518183342140305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-gave-up-on-me.html' title='He gave up oN me ! :]'/><author><name>noimx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918637150002844768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm8Dx87wKHI/AAAAAAAAACI/3egl5qDOB9I/S220/EDit_nq_1_medium2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm_OUQ7SzYI/AAAAAAAAACo/25YsAA4OTOk/s72-c/girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084309840908095128.post-3715568426568616453</id><published>2009-07-28T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T06:55:02.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sHouLd i neeD to tell Him ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm8DKfgw0AI/AAAAAAAAACA/AUhEp_rnTiQ/s1600-h/BESTFRIENDSweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363509160014041090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm8DKfgw0AI/AAAAAAAAACA/AUhEp_rnTiQ/s320/BESTFRIENDSweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yah im inlove with my proof, but he just waste it gosh! para akong tanga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;nandyan naman yung bestfriend ko na laging nandyan..Laging naalalay when i feel so alone at parang depress na! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hahai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And now read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in love with my best friend but he doesn't know it. Honestly I don't even think he feels the same. I don't even know how to tell him. He's into his girl friend anyways so I don't want to ruin that. It's hard though, because when we hang out it's great! When we fight, he's the one that usually apologizes to me even when it's my fault. Should I tell him how I feel? Or should I just leave him and his girlfriend. We're perfect for each other, but I'm afraid of telling him the truth because I don't want to ruin our friendship. He's eyes, gosh they're so pretty. So clear like the sky on a clear day. I like how I don't have to get all dressed up to hang out with him because no matter how I look he tells me I look beautiful. When I have guy issues he tells me that everything is going to be okay. That in the end everything will work out the way it's supposed to be. I just don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/1084309840908095128-3715568426568616453?l=astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com/feeds/3715568426568616453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com/2009/07/should-i-need-to-tell-him.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084309840908095128/posts/default/3715568426568616453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084309840908095128/posts/default/3715568426568616453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com/2009/07/should-i-need-to-tell-him.html' title='sHouLd i neeD to tell Him ??'/><author><name>noimx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918637150002844768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm8Dx87wKHI/AAAAAAAAACI/3egl5qDOB9I/S220/EDit_nq_1_medium2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm8DKfgw0AI/AAAAAAAAACA/AUhEp_rnTiQ/s72-c/BESTFRIENDSweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084309840908095128.post-6961454268345848164</id><published>2009-07-28T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T06:06:08.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..me itOh !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello blog, i'm here again ang girl na walang magawa xah life niya..waha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, talagang bored-na-bored na ako!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walang-wala na akong magawa..haahaii !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my friends na (CSG org.),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my classmates (CS-1B),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my school (C.U),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my dormates(erZa, niHayz, reLz, cherLy),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my bhez (Bestfriend-marCial).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hOw i wish to see them na..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really don't like staying in my house talaga, unlike when I'm in the city because i can do anything what I want..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xhit ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While here sa house talagang bantay sirado ako dito !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lived here like a prisoner, I dont have my freedom to go out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Compare sa boarding house nmin na OFF na ang curfew, waha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its the stupid virus' fault!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bwisit talaga, because our class was cancelled because of that fucking virus and it will resume on Aug.3 pah..my gOsh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I wish that when I wake up tomorrow nasa boarding house na ako, at Aug.3 na agad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waha..!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084309840908095128-6961454268345848164?l=astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com/feeds/6961454268345848164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-itoh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084309840908095128/posts/default/6961454268345848164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084309840908095128/posts/default/6961454268345848164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-itoh.html' title='..me itOh !'/><author><name>noimx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918637150002844768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm8Dx87wKHI/AAAAAAAAACI/3egl5qDOB9I/S220/EDit_nq_1_medium2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084309840908095128.post-8885587803790622454</id><published>2009-07-26T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T06:52:33.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my bEstfriend ! :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm8Cj3L1pDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/U-oHS8aKtlY/s1600-h/1_808736595l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363508496353829938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm8Cj3L1pDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/U-oHS8aKtlY/s320/1_808736595l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm1AXtwQl4I/AAAAAAAAABI/RVHr0zynenM/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363013507431307138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm1AXtwQl4I/AAAAAAAAABI/RVHr0zynenM/s320/friendship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Marcial Togores Jr. &lt;em&gt;"mArsh"&lt;/em&gt; for short, he was my newly guy bestfriend and we call each other as &lt;em&gt;"bhez"&lt;/em&gt; our friendship starts (maY 11, 2009), we used to hang-out, go anywhere, we text everytime and he always visits me at my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have experience a lot of bestfriend but "marsh" is so unlike from them, he is so sweet, caring, and actually he always reminds me that he loves me :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But it cant be, dahil may girlfriend siya and i've provd that already, because there is a time na nag.tetext kmi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;xhiit! bigla siyang na wrong-send sakin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so, since that palagi ko nalang tinatakip butas na crush ko yung PROOF ko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But the truth is im deeply inlove with my bestfriend nah! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It is so sad na hindi niya pala alam !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Because all he know is I love him, just because his my friend! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There was a time that "marsh" confess to me; "Bhez, mahaL na kita!", and i was so shocked from what he said..But i ignored it! I said "mahal din kita, pero bilang kaibigan lang!". And i saw it in his eyes that got so disappointed from what i've said! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tapos nag open ako ng topic about sa crush ko, &lt;em&gt;"Bhez, crush ko yung paraProof nmin!&lt;/em&gt;", then he ignored it. I think he was jealous. Tapos sabi nya bigla &lt;em&gt;"pakialam ko jan, bakit gwapo ba yan?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sabi ko naman, &lt;em&gt;"yah I know, he is not a boyfriend material type, pero gusto ko siya..Sobra!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the truth is Alibi ko lang yun.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And after I said it, he leave me and slamp the door..Talagang (kabog!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pero alam ko na nasaktan ko siya, wala akong magagawa, totoo lahat nang sinabi ko sa kanya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And now, 3 days na kming walang communication!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss &lt;em&gt;"marsh",&lt;/em&gt; i miss my only "&lt;em&gt;BHEZ&lt;/em&gt;, i miss my BESTFRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&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/1084309840908095128-8885587803790622454?l=astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com/feeds/8885587803790622454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-bestfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084309840908095128/posts/default/8885587803790622454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084309840908095128/posts/default/8885587803790622454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-bestfriend.html' title='my bEstfriend ! :]'/><author><name>noimx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918637150002844768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm8Dx87wKHI/AAAAAAAAACI/3egl5qDOB9I/S220/EDit_nq_1_medium2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm8Cj3L1pDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/U-oHS8aKtlY/s72-c/1_808736595l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084309840908095128.post-5107792408644602091</id><published>2009-07-26T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:09:58.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss HIM ! :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm0zlEOCLbI/AAAAAAAAABA/pZsgLwonHC0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362999443148910002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm0zlEOCLbI/AAAAAAAAABA/pZsgLwonHC0/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss him. Sometimes the true tragedy in life is getting what you want. Or at least we trick ourselves into thinking it is what we want. That's the true tragedy in life. Not death, not losing, not NOT getting our way. It's when we get what we want and then realize how wrong we were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's where I'm at now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My life just feels blah. Kind of brown. Not a nice rich sienna brown, or a deep, full chocolate brown. It's more like an accidental brown. The kind of brown you get on accident when you've mixed too many sorts together on your canvas without waiting for stuff to dry. Accidental brown. I should call Crayola ...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I'm doing great until I stumble across something that I'd love to tell him about. Something to engage in conversation in because I know he would have the most entertaining things to say. I try to talk about these things with other people but it isn't the same. It's the void that comes when you realize how much you miss your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;I am accidental brown when things slow down for a second and I start to wish I felt the way that only being with my best of the best friends can make me feel. I have yet to find anywhere else in the world that can make me feel that particular way — and God I've been trying — but the only place is with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know it can't work right now. I know that we need to just let sleeping dogs lie. I know this. I know this is what I wanted and I know that I have nobody to blame except myself and my angsty 16-year-old-ness. It doesn't mean I don't miss him like hell. I miss the long phone conversations, the long Sunday afternoons cuddled in bed while we were drinking my favorite liquior. I miss walking across road holding his hand. I miss sneaking a kiss in the newsroom and I miss laying my head on his shoulder in my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And i miss, everytime he said, "I Love You, more as my friend!", and it is so love to hear that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&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/1084309840908095128-5107792408644602091?l=astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com/feeds/5107792408644602091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084309840908095128/posts/default/5107792408644602091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084309840908095128/posts/default/5107792408644602091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-him.html' title='i miss HIM ! :|'/><author><name>noimx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918637150002844768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm8Dx87wKHI/AAAAAAAAACI/3egl5qDOB9I/S220/EDit_nq_1_medium2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm0zlEOCLbI/AAAAAAAAABA/pZsgLwonHC0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084309840908095128.post-4033511678701421981</id><published>2009-07-26T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:41:37.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my nEw life at C.U ! :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm0hlUQaRkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WOqJCZ5lYLc/s1600-h/DSCN4955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362979656244545090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm0hlUQaRkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WOqJCZ5lYLc/s320/DSCN4955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when i graduated in highschool i feel i will be loosing my true friends and i cant accept the thruth that we will be separating our ways.&lt;br /&gt;and now here i am facing my new life as college student, its my another stage of life.&lt;br /&gt;And i have to make serious descisions, and be more responsible to myself.&lt;br /&gt;because when i'm still at my highschool days i really act so imature, childish and a very kid at heart. I am so glad that i meet my new friends, new attitudes, new faces, and new people who are trying to develope their life as a total person..But being a total person is not easy!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i have my new friendz and they are also my Classmates.&lt;br /&gt;but not just that, i also have my so loving and boardmates who is always there to take care of me because i do not have my mom to accommodate me, because they used to be older than me, they are my new ates! hehehe...erza, nihayz, relan and cherly, but cherly is younger than me!&lt;br /&gt;they were all taking medical courses ! wOw !&lt;br /&gt;hahai, talagang napaka different ng highschool compare to college.&lt;br /&gt;yah its true that highschool life is more enjoy and memorable than to college!&lt;br /&gt;in highschool you can experience everythings, even those freaky ang creepy things..and yes i confess i experience how to drink (liquiors), scape from our classes, having (kodigos) during exams and the most worst, i try to enter to class (DRUNK!) But we are lucky at that time because the teacher did not notice us ! waahaa !&lt;br /&gt;While college is, you have to make all the best that you can do!&lt;br /&gt;now i already experience studiying late at night--12 in the midnight and continue read all my lessons the day i woke up very early in the morning, i have to make my assignments perfectly, budget my weekly allowance (700) but that amount is very enough for my daily needs..(thanks for my mom &amp;amp; dad for that :])hehe..&lt;br /&gt;frauline, emma and belle are my new buddies now, talagang nawawala ang stress ko pag.nagbobonding na kami. they were so nice and true!&lt;br /&gt;my entire day will not be complete without their jokes, laughs and their freaky stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;I know that they were always be there for me !&lt;br /&gt;my Organization daku ! waha..and my CS-1B Classmates !&lt;br /&gt;Sana sila parin till the next sem !&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is "i love my colleg Life, sUupeeR !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1084309840908095128-4033511678701421981?l=astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com/feeds/4033511678701421981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-life-at-cu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084309840908095128/posts/default/4033511678701421981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084309840908095128/posts/default/4033511678701421981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryofagirl-noimx.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-life-at-cu.html' title='my nEw life at C.U ! :]'/><author><name>noimx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918637150002844768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm8Dx87wKHI/AAAAAAAAACI/3egl5qDOB9I/S220/EDit_nq_1_medium2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpgoBIWBlnw/Sm0hlUQaRkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WOqJCZ5lYLc/s72-c/DSCN4955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
