<?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-15139740</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:21:31.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody's fool</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>divineimpefectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547089426816690796</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15139740.post-116359204662118679</id><published>2006-11-15T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:08:46.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blast from the past</title><content type='html'>so the tooot thing? it's over. and just when i thought he was the one.. i'm wrong all over again. jorge's a great guy and everything. just not the guy for me. i can't explain why exactly. it's not because i got fed up and &lt;strong&gt;DEFINITELY &lt;/strong&gt;not because of some other guy. the high which i was experiencing for about 3 months or so just.. ran out. i just woke up one day and realized that we don't click as good i thought we did. for one, him blaming my best friend [nikki] for me being like this [clearly he does not know me as well as he thought he did] is not a good thing. and they don't really get along all that much. i want my friends to be able to be comfortable with the guy i like seeing as they are more important than whoever that guy is. DUH. it's like basic knowledge &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; to diss one's friends. especially if one wants to be more with said person. my gad. so clueless. tsk tsk. anyhoo. moving on. so this leaves me with no prom date. ugh. bad bad. prom is like only 5 months away and i don't have any clue to whom i want to ask. this royally sucks. : so anyway, everybody's into relationships right now and it's really pissing me off. i mean. i want one too. :( like seriously. and then i thought about my first ever close to love. let's call him.. charlemagne. whut?! social and cl ka ba? haha :D anyway, i was in first year then and i was completely and utterly enamored by said charlemagne. he was hot to say the least yet he had this confident bordering on cocky aura. shit. i shound like some shitty romance novel. ugh. too much reading. haha :D so anyway, at first what attracted me to him was his looks. then gradually to who he was. like i told nikki and co. &lt;em&gt;it was his imperfections that made him perfect, that made me fall for him even more. &lt;/em&gt;he wasn't nice. and he definitely wasn't sweet. but even if he was really cold on the outside,there were times where i had a glimpse of his sweet side which i never expected him to have. people do really exceed your expectations sometimes. you know. if he asked me to be his before and if he showed that he truly really did love me? we would still be together now.. which is kind of depressing seeing as the guy i fell for is totally gone and replaced with some... creature. ugh. i hate who he has become. its really sad to realize that i've been looking for that lost guy in every guy i meet. in those short months that charlemagne and i actually spent together, i was so happy. even if i got hurt a lot of times and he always kept me guessin. i like that about him. i never knew what to expect. i love suprises. :) i know this might sound extremely weird but i love the fact that i got jealous. i never get jealous. well at least it takes a lot for me to be one. as the saying goes, "first love never dies." right? so maybe i'll be carrying this with me forever. maybe i'll learn to let go and get over it. but right now, all i know is. if he did ask me to be his then, i'd love him for a really long time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15139740-116359204662118679?l=insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/116359204662118679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15139740&amp;postID=116359204662118679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/116359204662118679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/116359204662118679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/2006/11/blast-from-past.html' title='blast from the past'/><author><name>divineimpefectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547089426816690796</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15139740.post-115776457463950045</id><published>2006-09-09T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:19:29.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phone talks and patheticness.</title><content type='html'>just like what the title said, this post is about phone talk. with tooot specifically. :) so medjo super napaenglish ako the whole 2 and half hours that we were talking. nikki slept here last night so it wasn't that awkward. anyhow, it was super fun to talk to him. as in.. you'd never expect him to be that fun to talk to since "shy and quiet" &lt;strong&gt;DAW&lt;/strong&gt; siya. RIIGHT. and i'm santa claus. :P actually, i'm really glad that he wasn't what i expected him to be. i mean, sure there were awkward silences here and there. but hey, i guess it's normal if it's your first phone convo right? for some unknown reason i can't seem to remember what we talked about exactly. just bits and pieces that i'm not about to reveal to the world. what we talked about is between me and him. i'm just trying to express my kilig. haha :D anyway, happy feelings aside. i'm feeling really pathetic. i mean, if i was my beeetchis. i would kill myself. i'm behaving like some obsessed love sick teenager. which is absolutely revolting. i'm not used to feeling like this and i'm not sure i like it all too well. no, i'm not liking it at all. even my friends are getting freaked out. see, i'm not the type to dwell on a guy much. like i'd like him for a bit, and that takes time. then i'd find some flaw or something wrong with him and i'd back out. i'm not like others who actually like the guy and open themselves to hurt and pain. see, for the past week i was in cloud 9. but now? god. i came crashing back to reality. i need a break from him. seriously. god. i'm doing a complete 180 arent i? it's just that i'm not used to depending on anyone. on missing and wanting to see anyone this much. fucking tooot. i hate him. him and his stupid smile. and stupid voice. and stupid stupid comments. gaaad. i need a distraction. fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15139740-115776457463950045?l=insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/115776457463950045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15139740&amp;postID=115776457463950045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/115776457463950045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/115776457463950045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/2006/09/phone-talks-and-patheticness.html' title='phone talks and patheticness.'/><author><name>divineimpefectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547089426816690796</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15139740.post-115769840629695678</id><published>2006-09-08T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T15:07:45.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you feel that heat?</title><content type='html'>okay. so i haven't stopped smiling eversince wednesday. :) and i know the reason why. i met him. the guy who i've only seen in pictures, texted and chatted with. i was really excited to see him. i mean, he looked sooo fine in his pictures and he made me laugh. :) i'll decsribe him first. he's chinito. he's really tall. like 5'9 or 5'10. nice build. skin tone isnt dark but isnt white either. well aside from his legs but let's go to that later. :P so anyway, we're opposites. he's shy espescially with girls. he's sporty. he's quiet. well i'm not. im a social person so i get along with just about everyone. guys not excluded. i'm noisy. i'm in no way, shape or form sporty. i hate anything that will make me sweat. i'm too lazy for that. :P anyway, so i went to la salle last wednesday with nikki and fish. we went straight to his classroom and even rode the elevator. it wa so damn hott! :P fish's beau was there too. so we asked him, "where toooot?" then he said, "he's coming na." so every chinito guy that would pass us, i'd look if it was him. gosh. i was so nervous. i mean what if he doesnt look like his pic? not to be shallow or anything but.. he was SOO hott is his damn pic. so anyway, when i finally DID see him. &lt;strong&gt;WOAH&lt;/strong&gt;. that was all i could say. i turned to nikki and said, "nikki.. ang hot niya." nikki looked at him and told me, "oh my god bes. ang hottie nga niya." cue blush. hahah :P so anyway, he went to me and leaned on the doorway. he said, "hey sam." and he smiled that lazy smile that my knees went putty for. i couldn't even look at him. i just said hey back, smiled then turned to nikki. i was too shy. for the very first time in a long time, i was shy. :P so anyway, it 12.30 then so we went straight to their gymnasium. it was really big and airconditioned. celebs were there too. like chesca garcia, roxy barcelo, maui taylor and other celebs who i forgot already. haha :P i even remembered when tooot and i were talking about that and the escorts. he asked me, "so what if im the escort?" and i was like, "uhhh. good for you?" haha :P what was i supposed to say? i didn't want him to? :P anyway, so then, while the program was in session, niks, fish and i went to the back to go to the restroom. when we were heading back to the front, i saw tooot's section and tooot. he stuck his tongue out at me and i did the same. haha. :P so medjo and babaw ko? :D then after the looong long program where i also saw cutie justin quirino. we went to fish's beau na. i was looking for tooot but didn't see him. so i talked to fish. here's the part where i couldn't stop smiling about. :) so the whole highschool was singing their la salle alma mater. i was talking to fish. i didn't notice that tooot came up behind me. i was so caught up in what i was saying that i didn't realize he already put his arm around my shoulders with a smile on his face. but his arm wasn't touching me. fish, her beau, erl [my friend] and nikki saw tooot doing that but didn't say anything to me. i didn't even notice the way they were smiling. after sometime, fish's beau looked at me and nodded. so i turned my back and saw toot. i was shocked. i really didn't expect him to be there. but i did see his arm go down but didn't think anymore of it. he was smiling really stupidly and raising his fist in the air [all of the guys were doing it]. so lets skip to the part where i watched him train. so we entered their gym right? i knew he was there but didn't dare look at him coz i was too damn shy. but nikki told me to look coz he was waving at me. i smiled and waved back but didn't look back again. gooosshh. when we reached the bleachers, nikki told me that tooot was watching me all the way to the bleachers. so kilig na kilig na ako niyan? :D they started stretching and napatitig nalang kami kay tooot eh. his back was faced to us so when i placed his arms over his head. his biceps flexed. cue drool. haha :D his legs were white too. coz he was wearing his jersey and he was runnign all over the place so my eyes kinda strayed and went o his legs. :D he is so god damn fine! and he was a good basketball player. and everytime he missed a shot, my friends would say he was "distracted" daw kasi. RIGGGGHT. :D so there was one time where he threw the ball using two hands. you know when you can't carry the bowling ball wih one hand, so you use two and roll it to the lane? well that's what he did. i said pa nga, "ano ba namang klaseng shoot yan??" and after i said the word "shoot" it went through the net. stupid tooot. haha :D nikki and fish were telling me nga, "sam, i want him for you.super" and i was like, "i want him for me too." hahah :)) anyway, even if all the thigns he did was subtle? it made a huge impact on me. i never went for torpe good guys but i guess there's always a first time for everything right? :) he asked fish's beau if me and erl had something going on. so parang si erl sabi sakin, selos naman siya? haha :D my friend also told me before na tooot asked her boyfriend if my standards were super high daw. her boyfriend told him that if tooot drove anything lower than a civic, i was waayy out of his league. epal!!! :) i couldn't believe he said that. but it was funny though. :P if tooot only knew. i mean.. he sucks. i hate him. coz his friends even told me na they're not used to the tooot they saw last wednesday. and i was like why. they said tooot wasn't that kulit or maasar sa girl. so why sa akin he's like that? i wish i had an answer to that. i really really hate him coz he's making me think about him more than i'd want to. making me analyze and miss him. stupid torpe shy neanderthal-ish tooot. haay. :) i wish wednesday would repeat all over again. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15139740-115769840629695678?l=insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/115769840629695678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15139740&amp;postID=115769840629695678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/115769840629695678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/115769840629695678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/2006/09/can-you-feel-that-heat.html' title='can you feel that heat?'/><author><name>divineimpefectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547089426816690796</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15139740.post-114810842927514146</id><published>2006-05-20T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T15:00:29.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surreal..</title><content type='html'>i've watched and heard about terrible things happening to people. death of a loved one and whatnot. but i couldn't really sympathize since i didn't know how it felt like.. until now. alam mo yung saying na "you don't really appreciate what you have until you lose them"? well that's true. andrew was.. a really amazing guy. i have been friends with his sister since grade 2. tin and i became best friends and i would go to her house and stuff. ofcourse i see andrew there tapos we would talk and stuff. translation: aasarin niya ako. it was cool and all. i really liked him. i mean, really liked him. he was cute and funny and nice and smart. but after grade school i didn't see tin all that much. not at all actually. so i spent my freshman year not really thinking of andrew. then came sophomore year and i saw him sa ateneo fair. WOAH. yun lang masasabi ko. i was shocked at how he changed. he was taller and much much cuter. pero his smile was still the same. the same boyish smile na i liked. haay. im not really making much sense.. i dont know what to think kasi. ang daming thoughts sa brain ko. when tin told me na andrew as in a car crash 2 days before, i was worried. he was in a critical condition. so i told tin na i would come visit him and her sa hospital. but then again. tin texted me this morning.. andrew passed away. i couldn't believe it. i mean! he was so young and sobrang maka-Diyos. i just couldn't accept it. this morning sobrang wala lang. its like nothing happened. i didn't want to think about it. pero a friend of mine called me tapos before i knew it, i was crying. as in bawling my eyes out. i just.. i felt really sad for tin and her family. lalo na kay tin kasi andrew and her were really close. i mean, REALLY CLOSE. parang two peas in a pod. sobrang i just.. i hated God at that moment. kasi naman. sobrang maka-Diyos si andrew. i mean, they pray the rosary every night. they're part of YFC tapos biglang mangyayari toh??? its just not fair. these things aren't suppose to happen to people i know. to people i actually care for. i don't care if these things happen to other people. i know, masama yun pero tangina! its not fair. its not. it makes you think na life really is short. you don't know when you'll leave this world.. sobrang unbelievable. parang i don't want to go to the wake.. i don't think i can bear to see andrew just... there. lying there. alam mo yun? parang im expecting him to sit up and say " JOKE LANG." then laugh it off. i mean.. UGH! ayoko na.. pero i know i have to be strong. for tin. eventhough hindi na kami best friends, im still her friend. andrew was a great guy. he didn't deserve this.  alam ko he's with God now pero i just.. im afraid to be close to anyone na. i mean, look at andrew. so what if i liked him since i was in grade school? its not like we had anything going on pero im still crying over him. GOD. this sucks. andrew is as good as it gets. he's really really cute. he's nice, sweet, gentleman and really funny. sobrang galing pa niya sumayaw. he was too young. gaaah. i want my ice cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15139740-114810842927514146?l=insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/114810842927514146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15139740&amp;postID=114810842927514146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/114810842927514146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/114810842927514146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/2006/05/surreal.html' title='surreal..'/><author><name>divineimpefectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547089426816690796</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15139740.post-114744987411635997</id><published>2006-05-12T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:04:34.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get over it.</title><content type='html'>im sorry i haven't updated for so long. im lazy. get over it. :) also, my last entry? forget about it. that was just some pent up frustrations released. :P im over the guy and definitely am NOT looking for any reconciliations with him. &lt;strong&gt;PAST IS PAST&lt;/strong&gt;. :) and besides. im kinda like slightly just a little bit crushing on his friend. waaaaah. so efffing cute. anyway, nothing interesting is really happening right now. sana i went with my parents abroad nalang pala. haay. i can't wait for school to start. it seems kasi na my life gets crazy fun when schools in. summer is just... blah. too hot. too boring. but hey, at least there's no homework right? anyhow. im off. gonna watch a movie. ta ta! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15139740-114744987411635997?l=insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/114744987411635997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15139740&amp;postID=114744987411635997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/114744987411635997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/114744987411635997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/2006/05/get-over-it.html' title='get over it.'/><author><name>divineimpefectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547089426816690796</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15139740.post-114476589353670491</id><published>2006-04-11T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:31:33.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pride.</title><content type='html'>fuck this. i mean. PUTANGINA. i know i shouldn't care about &lt;em&gt;him &lt;/em&gt;and his &lt;em&gt;fucking chick&lt;/em&gt; but &lt;strong&gt;I DO. &lt;/strong&gt;not because i love him or any of that crap. but just because of my &lt;strong&gt;BRUISED PRIDE. &lt;/strong&gt;i've never been one of those ma-pride na tao. but that changed. i mean, &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;was the who ended it. not him. i mean the both of us fucking went around circles for &lt;strong&gt;FOUR GODDAMN MONTHS!&lt;/strong&gt; that's the longest i've ever been with a guy. i fuckin chased him &lt;strong&gt;ONCE &lt;/strong&gt;when he ended it. back then it hurt like hell. i cried the whole bloody night over some stupid guy that didn't even deserve it. i went to school the next day looking like hell because of that. god. it was four months and what i felt for him was fucking close to love! i mean. i was faithful to him and only him. what more does he want from me? apparently more. he wanted to be in a serious relationship. like i'd ever agree to that. i've learned from past mistakes and i don't intend on getting hurt that bad again. im not saying that i'm some kind of player or anything like that but come on. im young. my m.u's before lasted for only a month then i'd end it coz i dunno.. maybe i felt scared or bored or i met someone else or i was plain suffocated. whatever. i mean. we always fought. day and night but somehow we would always get oevr it you know? then i duno. i ended and said i hope we could still be friends. and he had &lt;strong&gt;the FUCKING NERVE&lt;/strong&gt; to tell me that he wouldn't be in any kind of relationship until i was ready or some shit like that. i mean its not like i'd still want him a year from now. but it's a big blow to the ego you know? i mean. he fucking said he love dme even though he knew right from the start that i could never return his feelings like that. that i didn't want to have a boyfriend or that i dunno. but i stuck around. i know i was a bitch to him. hurting him like hell. but he wasnt the only one who was hurt. i was hurt too you know? i mean, sure he showered me with affections and crap like that but he lies to me. not some big lie or anything but he still did. we were both immature and stubborn. i mean, sure days after i ended it with him, it hurt but i was somehow relieved coz i was free. but i missed him. missed him like hell. but i just dealt with it. i mean we had good times and both sacrificed. he sacrificed his time and so did i. but you know what hurt the most? it hurt that we didn't trust each other that well that we don't even talk on the phone or soemthing. i don't even know him. but i was close to loving him. i was.. it just bugs me a whole lot that i dunno.. he found a replacement so quickly. not that i wouldn't have if the oppurtunity presented itself. but he &lt;strong&gt;FUCKING PROMISED.&lt;/strong&gt; guess that didn't mean much huh? i know i treated him like crap but didn't he get that &lt;em&gt;some people play hard to get because they need to know if the other person's feelings are real..&lt;/em&gt;  i needed to know that. coz i was tired of gettign hurt. fuck. god. i feel so much better now.. but damn. it stings you know. i don't know if i should laugh it off or what.. i don't think i'm even ready to face him with that fucking wkhomre. god. okay. if he wants to play with fire. if he wants to actually see how much of a bitch i can be. if he wants to play games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRING IT ON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15139740-114476589353670491?l=insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/114476589353670491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15139740&amp;postID=114476589353670491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/114476589353670491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/114476589353670491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/2006/04/pride.html' title='pride.'/><author><name>divineimpefectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547089426816690796</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15139740.post-114189805706719127</id><published>2006-03-09T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T20:20:31.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>play prod.</title><content type='html'>what a relief! our play prod (exam for english and social) is finally over!! :) after 2 quarters of intense and painful practices, it's finally over. and i couldn't be happier. :P we watched the play prod of the first group yesterday. china. it was simply... amazing. ate eds was incredible! i was actually while watching it. the story was truly moving and the actors were great and the lights were perfect. :) they really deserve a perfect score. :P i was soooo effing nervous because iw as going to act. my role was a very very uptight, masungit and mataray na mom. i was trying to keep my son away from this girl because she was poor and well, i just couldn't have that. so all throughout my scene, i had to keep a straight and disgusted face. :P my classmates, teachers and groupmates said i was really effective. ang sungit, sungit ko raw. nakakatakot. haha:)) which is good because that was what i was hoping for. :) i'll be posting pictures later but till then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*practical test (bio)&lt;br /&gt;our practical test in bio was fairly easy. i mean studied and actually listened to the lectures then it wouldn't be hard. we were asked to identify various botany and frog parts. i think i actually did preatty good. but the frogs though. they smelled real bad. their skin and hands and feet were curled up and was hard as a rock. DISGUSTING. X( ooh. its cool though because one of the frogs used was the frog that I dissected with my partner angel. :P dissecting frogs is not cool. at all. i felt real bad for the frogs coz some of my classmates actually cut out their frog's stomach, lungs, liver while the frog was still alive. tsk. tsk. but what i find the most revolting things about frogs are? it's their eggs. the ova. &lt;strong&gt;EWW. &lt;/strong&gt;they're black with white dots. gross. i never want to disect another frog again. and to think i wanted to be a doctor when i grow up. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15139740-114189805706719127?l=insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/114189805706719127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15139740&amp;postID=114189805706719127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/114189805706719127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/114189805706719127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/2006/03/play-prod.html' title='play prod.'/><author><name>divineimpefectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547089426816690796</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15139740.post-114188303974008128</id><published>2006-03-09T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T13:43:59.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jealousy sucks.</title><content type='html'>okay. i just saw his friend's multiply. putangina. may pic siya with a girl na mukha namang swelas ng sapatos ko!!!! damn it. im hating him. and her. and him. &lt;strong&gt;FUCK THIS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15139740-114188303974008128?l=insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/114188303974008128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15139740&amp;postID=114188303974008128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/114188303974008128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/114188303974008128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/2006/03/jealousy-sucks.html' title='jealousy sucks.'/><author><name>divineimpefectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547089426816690796</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15139740.post-114129831377725700</id><published>2006-03-02T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:02:29.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What guys are telling us girls.</title><content type='html'>1. We're not as perverted as you think we all are. -&lt;strong&gt;yeah right!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No matter what YOU say, your ex-boyfriend IS a LOSER. -&lt;strong&gt;you're just jealous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We like you to give us hugs and kisses sometimes too.&lt;br /&gt;4. DOn't argue with us when we call you beautiful. -&lt;strong&gt;you might just be playing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't treat us like crap, what goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;6. We know you're pretty, that's one of the reasons why we're going out with you. -&lt;strong&gt;how shallow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't go into detail about your period. It scares us. -&lt;strong&gt;but we want to be honest! haha :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you have cramps and we ask you what's wrong, just tell us it's that time of the month and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;9. If you really liked us for us, you would let us think that our mustache, beard or sideburns looked cool. -&lt;strong&gt;but it doesn't look cool. haha. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. We never shave our legs. So get over it. -&lt;strong&gt;gross. haha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. NEVER ask us if you can put makeup on us. It's just wrong. -&lt;strong&gt;but it's cute. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Don't make bets about us, because one of your friends will tell us, if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;13. When we tell you that you're not fat, believe us. -&lt;strong&gt;you might be lying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. We absolutely do not care about the Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, 98 Degrees, B5 or what any other guy looks like for that matter. -&lt;strong&gt;honesty the best policy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. We may not be able to pee accurately all of the time, but at least we can stand up and go pee.&lt;br /&gt;16. Just cause you think you're always right, doesn't mean that you don't have to apologize when you do something "wrong". -&lt;strong&gt;whatever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You except us to say and do sweet things for you, but it would be nice if you did the same every once in a while. We like to know that you love us. -&lt;strong&gt;but it's too nakakatamad sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. We can't always be spontaneous, so try to help us make the plans sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;19. Don't ask us to beat up another guy for you, cause you might get what you wish for. -&lt;strong&gt;that's hot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Never kick us in the nuts "just to see what we would say". That's just mean. -&lt;strong&gt;but it's fun! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Never pretend like you are going to break up with us and laugh when we believe you. -&lt;strong&gt;again. it's FUN! :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Pamela Anderson's breasts aren't fake anymore, but we like yours better anyway. -&lt;strong&gt;YEAH RIGHT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Size doesn't matter, except to idiots who don't want a relationship. -&lt;strong&gt;what size?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. PMS is not an excuse. -&lt;strong&gt;yes it is!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you want us to put the seat down when we're done, you should put it up when you're done. -&lt;strong&gt;assholes. haha. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Don't tell us how cute your ex-boyfriend was. That doesn't turn us on. -&lt;strong&gt;well what if he is? jealous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. And always remember. The way to a guys heart is through his stomach..... and maybe....oh nevermind. -&lt;strong&gt;what?! through his what???? haha. :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. NEVER ask us to kiss other guys. You might be that comfy with your friends, but to us it's just wrong. -&lt;strong&gt;i absolutely agree.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. We always notice how funny it is after you rip our heart, stick it down our throat and still want to be friends. -&lt;strong&gt;well that's life hun. :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. And last but not the least: We know you're not always right, but we'll pretend like you are anyway. -&lt;strong&gt;that's why we love you. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15139740-114129831377725700?l=insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/114129831377725700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15139740&amp;postID=114129831377725700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/114129831377725700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/114129831377725700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-guys-are-telling-us-girls.html' title='What guys are telling us girls.'/><author><name>divineimpefectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547089426816690796</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15139740.post-113931499071674877</id><published>2006-02-07T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:26:00.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>events.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hey. i haven't updated for so long na. my last entry was last Jan. 19. haha. :P anyhow, a lot of things happened since then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*field trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;our call time was at 5.45. the night before i already decided not to sleep coz i knew i wouldn't be able to wake up. im quite the heavy sleeper. :P anyway, ofcourse me being me, i feel asleep accidentally. is there such a thing? well by the time i woke up it was 5.45. ang saya kong bata noh?? haha. anyhow, i was able to go to the field trip. i was just a bit late. just a bit. :D we first went to the zoo. i know. THE ZOO. how lame is that?? ano kami grade one?? [&lt;--carl. :P] i think the sophomores were supposed to go to mt. makiling and go trekking. stupidmcpeople. but it was cool though, i got to touch a real live snake! haha. :) ooh. i was also wearing the jersey of my friend dani. it was soooo cool. haha. *wink.wink* then next we went to the sikh temple. they made us remove our slippers and walk barefooted to the place where they worship. it was ok but then they also made us eat their holy bread. it was bread pudding that lacked a LOT of sugar. nilamutak pa nung lalaki bago binagay sa amin. nakakadiri talaga. i ate it in one swallow. naubo pa nga ako eh. haha. :P next, we went to the hindu temple. sobrang palpak. there was a wedding that very day so we had to go. parang 5 minutes lang ata kami dun. it was only 2pm and we were already at our last stop. the buddhist temple. palpak naman din dun. they couldn't communicate with the people handling the temple. they even asked us if we knew how to speak in chinese or mandarin. HELLO?! hindi chinese school ang mc. basta sobraaang palpak talaga ang field trip namin. 4 pm asa school na kami pero ang dapat na tome was 6pm. the only good thing about the whole ordeal was when we were in the bus. this day was actually one of my worse days ever. when i got home, i got grounded for a whole month. san ka pa??? then something very, very VERY bad happened and i cried the whole night. when i got to school the next day my eyes were sooo puffy. it sucked big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*admu fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-the ateneo fair was on january 27-28. i went on both days. but on the first day i got there about 8 in the evening already. i was with angel. why? well because i came from valle verde 1. okay. let's rewind. after school, the xavierian people went to our school. we hung out in the gazebo before we were kicked out by the guard. it was a close call. akala namin irereport kami sa school. mc is very strict with their students when it comes to the opposite sex. anyways, we decided to ditch school and go to valle. it was after all, my friend's birthday. i had to be in ateneo by 8pm or so i though because i didn't ask permission to go to valle. not like i would be allowed anyway. so at sround 7.30, me niks sha and angel got a taxi and went back to ateneo. only niks and sha got a separate taxi becaue they had to go to nikki's house already. so angel and i got a taxi and headed to ateneo. pucha. sobrang kinakabahan ako. i really thought that i would be caught. but it turned out na 10pm pa pala ako susunduin. pucha. :P anyhow, it was fun though. everything that i spent on that night was free. meaning it wasn't my money. the entrance, the ticket, the food even my bail. HAHA. :) i got to see lots of people and met franco. again. met franco. hahahahahah. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-the next day, angel and I went to the ateneo fair around 5pm. [angel slpet at my house] i was with carl, sean, dino, cholo, miko and kevin the whole day. it was sooooooooo much fun. during eclipse, the variety show, there was a dance competition. claret, shs and mc. ofcourse mc won. WOOHOO!! :D anyhow, i saw my old gradeschool best friend tin. she danced pala. she's in shs now. i also saw her brother. andrew. im sorry. he's so tall na. im only up to his shoulder. also, his face changed. hesveryhot now. hahahahahahahhahaha. :)) this is what happens when i don't see someone for two years. but seriously. he is very hot and a really good dancer just like his sister. must run in the family. :) anyhow, there was a fashion show too. marquis misa is so fucking beautiful and gorgeous. seriously. also marco tarog is sooooooooooo hot. haaaaaay. but kurt, genie's brother, and grey won the contest. oooooooooh. i also saw miguel gutierrez. haha. sobrang di ko kc siya kilala eh. i didn't even know he was a commercial model. he looks like danile radcliffe. hot. i mean, daniel is hot. HAHA. :) moving on. i miss the ateneo people na. im not that close to them anymore eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*Holy spirt reunion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;okay. i just saw the people that i spent 6-8 years of my life with for the first time in two years. weird huh. non of them changed. still the same people. it as fun hanging out with them again. just like old times. :) i'll be posting pictures when i get the chance. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15139740-113931499071674877?l=insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113931499071674877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15139740&amp;postID=113931499071674877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/113931499071674877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/113931499071674877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/2006/02/events.html' title='events.'/><author><name>divineimpefectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547089426816690796</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15139740.post-112445615876302322</id><published>2005-08-19T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T20:55:58.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>load of b*llsh*t..</title><content type='html'>my past entry is a load of crap. well in my opinion anyway. i mean, there is no sure sign if you're in love or not. i mean, come on. who doesn't agree that the words 'i love you' is abused way too much? you can tell &lt;strong&gt;ANYBODY&lt;/strong&gt; that you love them and not mean it. we had a boy-girl talk last tuesday. there was a question and answer portion. i had a LOT to ask. for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. can you be in a relationship with someone you like but not love?&lt;br /&gt;2. how can you distinguish infatuation from love?&lt;br /&gt;3. how do you know when it's 'true love'?&lt;br /&gt;4. why are guys such complete jerks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i am very sure that a lot girls would agree with me on that. say i'm a hypocrite. i don't care. coz it's true! whether or not guys admit to it, there has been a point or time in their lives wherein they have been complete jerks to a girl or two. is it some type of mission in their life to break every girl's heart?? say i'm generalizing boys. but whatever. you know, looks can be so deceiving. a person can look so innocent yet be so perverted. i don't get a lot of things about boys and how their mind work but there's just one thing i want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how can you be so damn insensitive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can you disregard a girl's feelings just like that? okay. i'll speak from experience. how can a guy say he loves you but then after a few fuckin days he takes it back huh?? how can you not consider how the girl would feel? you think we would just smile and say 'oh really? aww.. that's too bad'??? well damn you.  okay. i admit. some girls are players too. but don't even deny that a &lt;strong&gt;LOT&lt;/strong&gt; more guys play the field. how can a guy treat a girl like some... thing? i actually admire the tactics of guys. i mean, you say the right things. make us feel the right way. do the right gestures and we fall in love. and when we DO fall, you drop us like a piece of trash. what? just because you accomplished your goal of making us fall you're through?? god! okay. getting too carried away. but seriously though. guys really &lt;strong&gt;ARE&lt;/strong&gt; insensitive. another example. dating our bestfriend. i know plenty of guys who don't care about that little fact. but we do. it matters to us. how do you think we would feel if a boy would go after our &lt;strong&gt;BEST FRIEND?&lt;/strong&gt; especially if something happened between us before? we don't a shit if it was in the past! you and the girl still had something before and now you go after the bestfriend? insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh.. and when guys say they love a girl. they better be as ready as hell to prove it. words are nothing. they just come out of your mouth and are insignificant. saying those three words are not enough. show it. prove it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15139740-112445615876302322?l=insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112445615876302322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15139740&amp;postID=112445615876302322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/112445615876302322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/112445615876302322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/load-of-bllsht.html' title='load of b*llsh*t..'/><author><name>divineimpefectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547089426816690796</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15139740.post-112445419123282034</id><published>2005-08-19T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T20:23:11.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is love?</title><content type='html'>Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and your voicecaught within your chest? It isn`t love, it`s &lt;strong&gt;like.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can`t keep your hands off of them, am I right?&lt;br /&gt;It isn`t love, it`s &lt;strong&gt;lust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Are you proud and eager to show them off?&lt;br /&gt;It isn`t love, it`s &lt;strong&gt;luck.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do you wantthem because you know they`re there?&lt;br /&gt;It isn`t love, it`s &lt;strong&gt;loneliness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Are you there becauseit`s what everyone wants?&lt;br /&gt;It isn`t love, it`s &lt;strong&gt;loyalty.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do you stay for their confessions of love because you don`t want to hurt them?&lt;br /&gt;It isn`t love, it`s&lt;strong&gt; pity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Are you there because they kissed you or held your hand?&lt;br /&gt;It isn`t love, it`s &lt;strong&gt;unconfidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a a beat?&lt;br /&gt;It isn`t love, it`s &lt;strong&gt;infatuation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?&lt;br /&gt;It isn`t love, it`s &lt;strong&gt;friendship.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do you tell them every day that they`re the only one you think of?&lt;br /&gt;It isn`t love, it`s a &lt;strong&gt;lie&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then it`s love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Does your heart ache and break when they`re sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then it`s love.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do you cry for their pain even when they`re strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then it`s love.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do their eyes see your true heart and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then it`s love&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15139740-112445419123282034?l=insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112445419123282034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15139740&amp;postID=112445419123282034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/112445419123282034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15139740/posts/default/112445419123282034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanelyimperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-is-love.html' title='what is love?'/><author><name>divineimpefectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547089426816690796</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
