<?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-3504403989128661408</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:34:08.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm More Than Just Myself</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pia Loren Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285875317614262915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmilvDafwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVC88Mat364/S220/166652_1479193992235_1605330957_995376_858641_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504403989128661408.post-2918392933725412836</id><published>2011-04-22T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T22:09:42.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puso o Isip???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--hLvoZwhfOM/TbJeukWLHEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/umoNbbKK5Ic/s1600/confused_yyyqwera_bp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--hLvoZwhfOM/TbJeukWLHEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/umoNbbKK5Ic/s320/confused_yyyqwera_bp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598641440898620482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nila isa raw sa pinakamahirap pagdesisyunan sa lahat ay kung alin sa dalawa ang mas pagaganahin mo, kung utak o puso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganito kasimple, sa mga komplikadong eksena halimbawa, alam mo ng nasasaktan ka, bakit mo pa rin itinutuloy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag nalagay ka sa isang posisyon na kinakailangan mong mamili kung alin sa dalawa, ang daang mahirap na kapag nalagpasan mo ay labis-labis na kaligayahan ang mararamdaman mo o isang simpleng pagpapasya na tapusin ang nararamdamang hirap at maghanap ng mas madaling daan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alin sa kanila ang mas pipiliin mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isama mo na ang katotohanang sa una hindi mo pa nasisiguradong kapag nalagpasan mo amg mahirap na daan ay matitiyak mo na ang kaligayahang dulot ng matagal na paghihirap, paminsan-minsan nauuwi rin sa wala ang lahat. Pupuwede pang sa pagpupumilit mong bagtasin ang liku-likong daan, higit sa kalahati ang tiyansa mong maligaw, hindi dahil sa may nagligaw sayu kundi niligaw mo ang sarili mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo alam ng utak mong nagpapakatanga ka pero bakit puso pa rin ang pinapagana mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami akong kakilalang nadala na sa paulit-ulit na pagpapangibabaw ng puso nila sa kanilang sistema. Madalas nilang sabihin "nadala na ako, utak na ang ginagamit ko".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan ang isa sa mga posibleng benepisyong nakukuha sa pagkakamali. Sa unang pagkakataong nabagtas mo ang maling daan, sa ikalawa ba'y pipilitin mo pa ring idaan ang sarili mo doon?Katangahan na marahil na matatawag kung ganun ang gagawin mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero minsan talaga dumarating sa puntong mapapaisip ka, wala lang halos pinagkaiba sa isang exam kung saan alam mong letter A ang sagot pero B ang isinulat mo at kapag tinanong ka na kung bakit yun ang sinagot mo isa lang ang pupuwede mong masabi. "Hindi ko rin alam ee...basta ang alam ko yun ang tama".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paliguy-ligoy ang aking mga pagpapahayag hindi dahil sa trip ko lang, kundi dahil gusto kong hindi lang utak mo ang gumagana, nais kong mangyaring puso mo ang magbasa ng bawat salitang nakapaloob dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higit sa lahat bago ka magpasya kung utak o puso ang paiiralin mo, mas magandang palaging magtitira ka ng para sa'yo, unahin mong mahalin ang sarili mo bago ang iba ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504403989128661408-2918392933725412836?l=immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/2918392933725412836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/2918392933725412836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/2011/04/puso-o-isip.html' title='Puso o Isip???'/><author><name>Pia Loren Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285875317614262915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmilvDafwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVC88Mat364/S220/166652_1479193992235_1605330957_995376_858641_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--hLvoZwhfOM/TbJeukWLHEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/umoNbbKK5Ic/s72-c/confused_yyyqwera_bp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504403989128661408.post-4191938309421438433</id><published>2011-02-21T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T04:51:14.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past and Present by Paulo Coelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vtm7wUvEKIw/TWJfqcl93hI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5OpfirmxOG0/s1600/past-present-future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vtm7wUvEKIw/TWJfqcl93hI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5OpfirmxOG0/s320/past-present-future.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576124471472676370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How do you make peace with a negative past and with those who have wronged you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to move from the past to the present you need to accept your &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;scars&lt;/span&gt;. But you need to do everything in your power in order to heal them so that the ghosts of your past will no longer barge in your present life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a long and difficult process I grant you – but it’s a way out of guilt and hatred in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How does one keep enthusiasm, especially when you meet people who are well.. scary and mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s normal that we don’t always keep our enthusiasm in front of obstacles. Indeed some people truly make an effort in destroying our plans and hopes and so they appear as evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in these moments, if you are able to remind yourself of the reason of your actions and also see that those that are committed in creating pain around them are actually their first victims – then you may at least find an extra dose of consolation in your path. Ally yourself with those that wish you the best and don’t give strength to those that want to see you down. Don’t even grant them the right to be called your &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“enemies”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How do you stop sadness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By welcoming it and living it intensively for a determined amount of period. In my case I give myself three days to be completely submersed in this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Once I’ve let sadness pay me a visit, then I kindly ask it to leave. Sadness is then satisfied and leaves. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504403989128661408-4191938309421438433?l=immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/4191938309421438433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/4191938309421438433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/2011/02/past-and-present-by-paulo-coelho.html' title='Past and Present by Paulo Coelho'/><author><name>Pia Loren Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285875317614262915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmilvDafwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVC88Mat364/S220/166652_1479193992235_1605330957_995376_858641_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vtm7wUvEKIw/TWJfqcl93hI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5OpfirmxOG0/s72-c/past-present-future.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504403989128661408.post-4504275439880014080</id><published>2011-01-09T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T03:42:31.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Sa Mga Taong Sobrang Magmahal : A Tagalog Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmdQME0pgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MnPb4D1ikX8/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmdQME0pgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MnPb4D1ikX8/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560148116410508802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko naman sinabing mali ang magmahal ka ng sobra sa isang tao pero minsan nakakainis na yung tipong ikaw na lang ang nasasaktan at umiiyak. Mahal mo nga sya ng sobra at wala namang nagdududa pero isa lang naman ang tanong eh &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Kung mahal ka din ba ng sobra ng taong minamahal mo ng sobra”&lt;/span&gt;. Kung &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“OO”&lt;/span&gt; ang sagot ikaw ang isa sa mga pinagpala sa mundo na magkaroon ng isang relasyon na sinasabi nila na &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Wagas na Pag-ibig"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero minsan hindi mo rin sila masisisi dahil kung minsan hindi mo man aminin ganun ka din kung magmahal (sobra-sobra sa dapat lang ibigay). Heto ang ilan sa mga nakakainis sa mga taong sobra kung magmahal sa taong walang pagmamahal sayo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sobra mong binigay ang lahat&lt;/span&gt; na tipong wala ng natira para sayo kaya kung minsan ang nagiging dahilan mo sa kanya &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Ano pa ba ang kulang at dapat kong gawin para lang hindi mo ko iwan”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nakakasakal kang magmahal&lt;/span&gt; dahil sa wala kang tiwala pero sobra kang takot na mawala sya to the point na kailangan nya ng sabihin sayo na &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Ayoko na ng ganito nakakasakal ka na maghiwalay na muna tayo”.&lt;/span&gt; Nakakairita ka sa simpleng salita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sobra ka ng tanga at bobo sa paningin ng tao sa paligid mo&lt;/span&gt; sa larangan ng pag-ibig. Alam mong niloloko ka na pero nagagawa mo padin syang patawarin dahil sa dahilan mo na hindi naiintindihan ng mga tao sa paligid mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ang taong sobrang magmahal &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;madalas nila nakaka-away ang mga kaibigan nila&lt;/span&gt; dahil sa sobrang pagtatanggol sa taong mahal nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Para kang aso kung makahabol sa kanya, linta kung makadikit, pusa na sobrang makapaglambing, parang kuto at surot na hindi mabubuhay kapag nawala sya sayo. &lt;/span&gt;Tapos sya alam mo kung ano isang ibon na lumilipad habang iniiputan ka sa ulo pero baliwala lang sayo dahil para kang isang love bird na magpapakamatay kapag naiwan na nag-iisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ang taong sobrang magmahal &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;walang pinapakinggan kundi ang sarili lang nila.&lt;/span&gt; Mapapagod ka lang sa kakapayo sa kanila dahil parang nakikinig lang sila sayo at tipong sasang-ayon pa sila sa payo nyo pero ang totoo nyan alam na nila ang gagawin yun ay ang kabaligtaran sa kung ano man ang naipayo mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ang masakit sa lahat ay &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sila mismo ang nananakit sa sarili nila&lt;/span&gt; kulang na lang tadyakan at sapakin mo para lang magising sa katotohanan na ayaw na sa kanila ng taong sobra nilang mahal. Nakakainis dahil sobra din nila &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pinapaasa ang mga sarili nila &lt;/span&gt;na magkakabalikan pa sila pero ang totoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"sya na lang ang nag-iisip na magkakabalikan pa sila o magiging sila pagdating ng panahon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ito ang sobrang kinaiinisan ko &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Bakit may mga taong sobrang magmahal sa mga taong wala namang kwenta”&lt;/span&gt;. Wala na ngang kwenta pero nagagawa ka padin nilang saktan at gamitin pero pumapayag ka dahil nga sa sobra mo syang mahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Nakakainis dahil &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SOBRA DIN ANG SAKIT NA DULOT NG SOBRANG PAGMAMAHAL.&lt;/span&gt; Dahil mahirap ng intindihin ang isang tao kapag ito na ang dahilan nya “Mahal ko nga kasi eh” at tatanongin mo pa ng “Bakit mo nga sya mahal” na ang sagot na ibibigay nya ay hindi mo rin maiintindihan…..Ang gulo nito pero totoo diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ang totoo nyan wala naman talagang sobra sa pagmamahal at wala din tama kung ilang porsyento lang dapat ang ibigay mong pagmamahal sa isang tao. Ang mahalaga sa bandang huli ay nagmahal ka at kung masasaktan ka man ng sobra ay hindi mo na kasalanan yun dahil mali din naman na isisi mo sa sarili mo at sa iba ang sakit na nararamdaman mo ngaun. Sabihin na lang natin na isa itong karanasan na dapat lampas bilang isang tao na alam kung pano ang magmahal at masaktan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“ Huwag mong husgahan kung pano magmahal at masaktan ang isang tao dahil lang sa kung ano ang nakikita mo dahil iba ang nakikita mo sa nakakaramdam ng pagmamahal at sakit na dulot nito. Kagaya ng iba din ang sinasabi nya sa harap ng taong mahal nya kumpara sa naririnig mo sa kanya kapag sya ay nasasaktan. “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504403989128661408-4504275439880014080?l=immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/4504275439880014080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/4504275439880014080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/2011/01/para-sa-mga-taong-sobrang-magmahal.html' title='Para Sa Mga Taong Sobrang Magmahal : A Tagalog Post'/><author><name>Pia Loren Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285875317614262915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmilvDafwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVC88Mat364/S220/166652_1479193992235_1605330957_995376_858641_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmdQME0pgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MnPb4D1ikX8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504403989128661408.post-48419356383120420</id><published>2011-01-05T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T09:17:02.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe One Day, Things Will Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSSmwipjcCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Gfsw8cGZYaM/s1600/2700073515_4b275e0bc8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSSmwipjcCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Gfsw8cGZYaM/s320/2700073515_4b275e0bc8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558751192947060770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was one of those people who had life all figured out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know....&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the ones who know exactly what they want to do with their lives and how their going to get there&lt;/span&gt;. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop them, they keep pressing forward no matter how many times they failed. I wish I was like that, well I used to be. I wish I could live this life to the fullest as if I were to die tomorrow. I wish I had no regrets. I wish I had the courage and strength to forget all my troubles and just live my life the way I've always wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not caring what others thought and living for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Making myself happy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Taking risks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean doesn't it scare you to know that you only have one life to live and when your times up its up. I know live for today right... but why is it so damn hard? Just to be happy, find people who care, find love, and following your heart or whatever is left of it. I wish life wasn't so hard sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Live life to the fullest is easier said then done when your struggling to even get out of bed in the morning or to force yourself to put a smile on your face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I feel like my life is a joke. :'(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm doing with myself I'm just ******* my life away. Everyday that goes by I see a part of myself die inside because I know deep down inside this is my life. I can't change certain things. Everyday I'm reliving this pain and anger. I see my life crashing down before my eyes and I don't have the strength to pick up the pieces anymore. I had to put my life on hold because of my sick mother. My dreams are dead because of reality. I'm exhausted. I can't fight the tears anymore nor do I want to. I'm so tired it hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just want a hug. I want someone to tell me that everything is going to be okay.That I'll find my way somehow. Don't give up. I want someone to tell me that one day things will change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504403989128661408-48419356383120420?l=immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/48419356383120420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/48419356383120420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/2011/01/maybe-one-day-things-will-change.html' title='Maybe One Day, Things Will Change'/><author><name>Pia Loren Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285875317614262915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmilvDafwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVC88Mat364/S220/166652_1479193992235_1605330957_995376_858641_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSSmwipjcCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Gfsw8cGZYaM/s72-c/2700073515_4b275e0bc8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504403989128661408.post-212581181464108073</id><published>2010-12-26T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T05:43:38.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intentionally Live On Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TRdGen8L-wI/AAAAAAAAAEA/d70BxjOUm1Q/s1600/romantic-couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TRdGen8L-wI/AAAAAAAAAEA/d70BxjOUm1Q/s320/romantic-couple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554986157316242178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty of theories about what makes a relationship work and what doesn’t..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I had to say there was one rule that has served me particularly well, it’s this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Always think twice before saying something that might hurt their feelings. Never think twice before saying something that will make them feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there’s someone at work or in your church or your circle of friends that you’re interested in, someone you think is really fantastic, but you have no idea what they think of you…&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tell them anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re in a new relationship with someone and you’re absolutely smitten, but you’re worried that you shouldn’t tell them how you feel because it might scare them, might make them think less of you somehow, might be something they’re not totally ready for… &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tell them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re in a bar or a coffee shop and you see a guy or girl on the other side who you think looks particularly attractive, but you’re worried that they won’t like you or think you’re smart or attractive or funny or “cool” enough for them… &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tell them anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’ve been in a relationship for a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; time and that spark seems to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt; – if your days are largely filled with the residue of arguments and cold statements and careless remarks – think back to a time when it wasn’t like that, when you looked at that person and they were everything you could have possibly wanted in another…&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;think about that and then go tell them how special they are to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re in the middle of an amazing relationship where all you can do is think about the other person, where every new thought that enters your brain seems to revolve around them…&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tell them, every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Now, here’s the tough part. As you’re doing these things, don’t worry about it being recipricated. Teach yourself to not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a world that has programmed us to believe that our &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;self-worth rests in other people.&lt;/span&gt; We’re taught that finding the right man or woman is all we’ll need, and that once we find that person our lives are going to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it rarely ends up that way. The spark that once existed dies. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The cute nicknames are replaced by rolled eyes and sharp comments.&lt;/span&gt; Something happens – the person lets us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person doesn’t seem to care enough about us. Doesn’t tell us how special they think we are nearly enough. It seems as though we’re always doing more in the relationship – the scorecard is tilted decidedly in our favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;withdraw&lt;/span&gt;. Some of us stay in the relationship and choose to ignore it. Some of us actually get used to fighting – almost get a high from it. Others choose to find solace in someone else’s arms. Still others just call it off, and resolve to be much more careful about who they let in next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, it’s probably neither person’s fault. They’ve been programmed a certain way, by a society that tells them a lie, by a soul that tells itself a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;That lie is that someone else can complete you. They can’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? You can’t complete them either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where does that leave you? It depends on how you look at it. You can despair and feel sorry for yourself. You can decide that all of this is meaningless, that you’ll never be happy. You can decide to stop looking for love and instead look for opportunities to take advantage of others who are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or…you can realize that there is someone else that does complete you. You can spend your life learning how to be loved by someone whose devotion to you never wavers. Learn what love truly is, and discover that the love you’ve been looking for all these years is simply meant to be a reflection, a reminder, and outgrowth of that love you already possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds mushy, but it’s also powerful. Powerful because it frees you from looking for that love in someone else. Powerful because it frees you to love others without keeping score. Allows you to love others the way they were meant to be loved by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find people that you find attractive and want to get to know better. You’ll approach them with confidence and be honest, making jokes and being sincerely interested in them. You’ll probably let them know that you’re interested in getting to know them better, and you won’t be afraid. If they aren’t interested, you’ll be okay with that – either way, you’ve let them know that someone out there thinks they’re special and worthwhile and interesting and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’ll go on a few dates together. You’ll probably tell them how smart you think they are, that you think they’re job is interesting, that you really like their shoes. It might make them uncomfortable. Maybe they’ll withdraw for a bit. Maybe they’ll ask for some space. Maybe they’ll call you a freak and never talk to you again. You won’t care – they’ll know that someone out there thinks they’re special and worthwhile and interesting and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one day, you’ll find someone that doesn’t find your honesty strange. You’ll find someone who thinks you’re witty and entertaining and attractive and fun to be around. And the best part is that they’ll be honest enough with themselves to realize that your behavior – the fact that you find them utterly fascinating – isn’t creepy at all, but rather is the thing they’ve wanted for their entire lives, the thing they cried themselves to sleep about after losing…or after never finding anything remotely close to it before. And they’ll love you back with the same reckless abandon that you loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it will be great and your life will be infinitely better as a result. And in that moment, you’ll experience the closest reproduction of what God wants with us that exists in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Call someone, meet someone, spend time with someone you care about. And tell them. And mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504403989128661408-212581181464108073?l=immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/212581181464108073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/212581181464108073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/2010/12/intentionally-live-on-purpose.html' title='Intentionally Live On Purpose'/><author><name>Pia Loren Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285875317614262915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmilvDafwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVC88Mat364/S220/166652_1479193992235_1605330957_995376_858641_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TRdGen8L-wI/AAAAAAAAAEA/d70BxjOUm1Q/s72-c/romantic-couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504403989128661408.post-71680709354719552</id><published>2010-09-06T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:22:10.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have To Be Strong For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TIW9wgV2ugI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cq0DuPh1xHM/s1600/i_miss_you-1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TIW9wgV2ugI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cq0DuPh1xHM/s320/i_miss_you-1404.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514021959798012418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take for granted our time at home, we take for granted our times alone, we take for granted our safety and cheer. Until we’re away and there is such sadness and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time away has caused me to think about our lives together, our bond, our link&lt;br /&gt;things around us change and so do we. Our thought, our goals, our hopes, how we see. Our outlook on life becomes more clear and more than all of this, my love for you more. The time will pass slowly on some of the days and life will change in so many ways. Know that in this time, my love for you will grow stronger. Soon we’ll be together and the void will be no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504403989128661408-71680709354719552?l=immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/71680709354719552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/71680709354719552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-have-to-be-strong-for-you.html' title='I Have To Be Strong For You'/><author><name>Pia Loren Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285875317614262915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmilvDafwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVC88Mat364/S220/166652_1479193992235_1605330957_995376_858641_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TIW9wgV2ugI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cq0DuPh1xHM/s72-c/i_miss_you-1404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504403989128661408.post-4287625377547614656</id><published>2010-08-28T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T08:35:09.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW I KNOW IT IS WORTH IT..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/THkslgSnA1I/AAAAAAAAACo/scwDvqrKDac/s1600/2rm1vdd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/THkslgSnA1I/AAAAAAAAACo/scwDvqrKDac/s320/2rm1vdd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510484641899283282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard not to give up on love. I see it all around me and all of my close friends have felt it, except for me. I used to have hope that one day it would be my turn, after all I am only 20. But every time I am presented with the possibility of love I freeze, and completely screw it up. I push it away before it gets too intense, I convince myself that I'm only going to get hurt and what's the point? I wont end up marrying this person, or probably even dating them for that long so why risk hurting myself. I finally decided to take a risk and talk to this guy that I met briefly at the church. We immediately hit it off, and kept in close contact the two weeks. I was so thrilled and excited and ready to take a risk and let myself get hurt because I thought this time would be worth it and maybe I wouldn't get hurt for awhile or maybe not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the BEST date, I'd ever been on, I felt comfortable with him and wasn't scared or nervous about what was going to happen. After the date I was flooded with so many emotions I had never felt before, I was nervous and excited in a good way and couldn't wait to see him again. However, after the date all contact between us was forced and it seemed like he was blowing me off. I was completely flabbergasted, how could he be blowing me off after we talked everyday for two weeks and had this incredible date? Am I young and naive in thinking it was more than it really was? I tried to keep in contact because I didn't want this one to get away, I had let him in unlike anyone else before and didn't want to let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a couple weeks, we have barely spoken and any communicating is contrived and strange. I have given up, if he doesn't want to speak to me why should I speak to him? Any courage that I gained from the beginning of this relationship I have lost completely. I can't help but think, how is this fair? I actually risked my feelings for this person and where was my reward? Finally I am the one who tried my hardest to make it work, and I end up the one alone. Any hope that I have left for love is almost gone. Friends keep telling me that one day I'll find someone. Some how I don't believe it. Not everyone falls in love, not everyone gets married, who is to say that it'll ever happen for me? I was once told that if I want it to happen for me it will. But how can it when I try so hard to make it happen and it still doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to remain confident and hopeful because the idea of love is all that keeps me going, I'm holding onto the idea of love being bigger than anything in the whole world and that it will completely change my life. But at the same time the thought of it barely slipping out of my grasp hurts so badly. Love to me is like a double edged sword and I am constantly wondering if it is worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504403989128661408-4287625377547614656?l=immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/4287625377547614656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/4287625377547614656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/2010/08/now-i-know-it-is-worth-it.html' title='NOW I KNOW IT IS WORTH IT..'/><author><name>Pia Loren Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285875317614262915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmilvDafwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVC88Mat364/S220/166652_1479193992235_1605330957_995376_858641_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/THkslgSnA1I/AAAAAAAAACo/scwDvqrKDac/s72-c/2rm1vdd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504403989128661408.post-7500631476172389059</id><published>2010-08-18T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T22:31:19.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TGzBlCQ7pBI/AAAAAAAAACg/zgT48R2f0wk/s1600/34916_145437935466867_100000019858800_468533_6320290_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TGzBlCQ7pBI/AAAAAAAAACg/zgT48R2f0wk/s200/34916_145437935466867_100000019858800_468533_6320290_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506989286374482962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his voice and the way he says “I love you, Baby ko!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his kiss and how it always felt like our first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way he kiss me on my nose (aww).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way he holds my hand ever so tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way he looks into my eyes when we talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way he wipes my tears when I cry and says “Ohh? Baby.. tama na please..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss our everyday dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way he says “Sorry na Baby..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss our movie dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the nights na magkatabi kami natutulog tapos pagkagising ko, wala na sya sa tabi ko kasi nagtatrabaho na sa likod pero kapag tinext ko na na gising na ko, nagtatakbo pa papunta sa kwarto tapos sasabihing, "Baby, tara na! kakain na tayo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss walking hand-in-hand with him, just strolling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him doing the lip sync inside the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ko na rin yung pagkain namin sa KFC na wala syang ginawa kundi bumili ng Mashed Potato kasi favorite ko yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ko yung pagbitbit nya ng bag ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namiss ko yung pagtakip nya sakin para di ako mainitan, yung pag alalay nya sakin pag tatawid sa daan. Yung pag akbay nya sakin pag naglalakad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way he changes his voice everytime I answer the phone pretending he was somebody else. Kunwari sya si Daddy nya. "hello, anak?" Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss how he manages the make me feel so good whenever were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way he moves his lips and says “I love you” silently. Lalo na pag nakasakay na ko ng tricycle, or pag andyan yung mga relatives nya sa paligid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ko na yung pagbuhat nya sakin.. swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the thought of being with him in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ko yung pag alam nyang galit ako dahil di sya kagad ngtext or nalowbat sya.. at tapos pagtinawagan ko, "Baby, sorry. Nalowbatt ako kasabay ng I love you, Asawa ko!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss kung paano sya naiinis din sakin pag di ako nagrereplyan at sasabihin nyang "San ka na Baby? ansaya naman ata dyan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ko ung pag sama nya sakin sa supermarket, tapos ssbihin nya "Baby, ano gusto mo? Kahit ano kuha ka na dali!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss our conversations and how we always end up having the same thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his scent and how it lingers in my consciousness even if were not together anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss our out-of-the-blue crazy trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ko na yung pagdating ko sa kwarto nyang ubod ng gulo! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of excitement before each date. (SOBRAAAA!!! mis ko yan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss the sight of him waiting for me dun sa may Chowking Crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his goodnights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way he says “I miss you na baby ko!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss calling him Halimaw! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss how he rubs his nose against mine and feeling that somehow everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss hugging him whenever he turns to me and says “Pa hug nga Baby!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss worrying about him when he’s sick / and him vice versa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way he teases me pag hinahawakan nya bilbil ko. or minsan sasabihan ako ng "Pumapayat ang Baby ko ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way he looks kapag galit talga sya.. at sasabihi nyang "Si Baby talaga walang diskarte sa buhay.." pero maya maya tatawa na. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way he looks at me from afar and makes me feel like the prettiest girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his composed and relax self whenever we fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namiss ko yung pagkagat nya sa likod ko tapos yung pagsuntok ko sa kanya na kinagagalit nya. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss how we always end up happy and laughing after every fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss how he manages to make me laugh in my crying moments. Pangit kasi nya umiyak kapag sinabayan ako sa pag-iyak. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of being happy knowing the he’s just there loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEHIND ALL THESE, I JUST WANT TO SAY, I MISS YOU, BABY! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504403989128661408-7500631476172389059?l=immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/7500631476172389059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/7500631476172389059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/2010/08/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>Pia Loren Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285875317614262915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmilvDafwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVC88Mat364/S220/166652_1479193992235_1605330957_995376_858641_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TGzBlCQ7pBI/AAAAAAAAACg/zgT48R2f0wk/s72-c/34916_145437935466867_100000019858800_468533_6320290_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504403989128661408.post-2376658465675443406</id><published>2010-05-21T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:37:15.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE UNTOLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S_bEHiaM5JI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3OwLwVUjzBQ/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S_bEHiaM5JI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3OwLwVUjzBQ/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473778030890247314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content_full"&gt;  &lt;div class="bText"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Someone once asked me what does the expression "love untold" mean.  I couldn't explain it very well at the time. Considering it now, it has  the uderlying meaning of loving someone dearly but without them fully  understanding exactly how much you do. So it made me think, what if a  person lived their entire life not knowing the Lord loves them? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oftentimes a person is hesitant to tell someone how they feel in fear  of rejection or feelings being unrequited. However in this case we know  God loves man, 'we' being those who have touched the Lord's love. I  guess I come to realize we shouldn't be so afraid to tell others that  God loves them. Even if the feeling wasn't mutual, wouldn't you still  want to know? Even if your're weren't expecting it or not interested,  wouldn't it better to know in case one day there was a change in heart?  As the banner song goes, the goal of the gospel is that loving the Lord  Jesus with our best love...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lately I've also been pressed with the words proper understanding.  Sometimes people try to fully analyze and figure things out before  taking action. They need "proper understanding" or reassurance. It is  important to be rational and soberminded. However there is also our  instinct and intuition which we shouldn't completely ignore. A lesson to  learn is not only listen and trust the leading of the Spirit, but also  to obey. I remember reading from a ministry excerpt, if we are unwilling  to obey, why should the Lord bother speaking and enlightening us on  particular matters? Guess our whole being needs to be before Him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504403989128661408-2376658465675443406?l=immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/2376658465675443406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/2376658465675443406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/2010/05/untold-love.html' title='LOVE UNTOLD'/><author><name>Pia Loren Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285875317614262915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmilvDafwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVC88Mat364/S220/166652_1479193992235_1605330957_995376_858641_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S_bEHiaM5JI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3OwLwVUjzBQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504403989128661408.post-2000788105685901281</id><published>2010-05-14T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T08:02:22.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WALK AWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S-1l9qTtF-I/AAAAAAAAACI/8IvysnjFbko/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S-1l9qTtF-I/AAAAAAAAACI/8IvysnjFbko/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471141232328382434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,geneva;"&gt;How can someone say  goodbye to people without them thinking that you’re abandoning them? How  I can explain to old ones that my ”walking away” is  just temporary  while I’m finding my way back to my own self… to re-gain strength and  fill the loss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,geneva;"&gt;I  have run out of words.  I’m scared that I’m feeling I have run out of  love to share.  Half of my life was spent sharing and that nothing has  been left to spare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;To strangers, friends and blog-hoppers… thanks for spending time  reading the write-ups.  To my family, I wish I can always go back home  and you’ll see just the way the world and the people see me as I am.  I  may have not been totally good as everyone perceived, but I cannot  remember any instance that I failed to show compassion I’ve struggled to  show.  You have always been prioritized… in my 22 years of existence…  would it not be too much to ask, that the remaining years be spared of  to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I close this, I wish everyone a good life, a good journey and a  heart filled with compassion. May the good Lord constantly shower us  with blessings and guide as always towards meeting Him halfway.   Maraming Maraming Salamat &lt;img class="wp-smiley" src="http://sheggz.i.ph/blogs/sheggz/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" /&gt; God is watching over us… Include me in your prayers…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Loving too much is not a guarantee that  they’ll gonna love you back.” -Pia&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504403989128661408-2000788105685901281?l=immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/2000788105685901281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/2000788105685901281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/2010/05/walk-away.html' title='WALK AWAY'/><author><name>Pia Loren Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285875317614262915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmilvDafwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVC88Mat364/S220/166652_1479193992235_1605330957_995376_858641_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S-1l9qTtF-I/AAAAAAAAACI/8IvysnjFbko/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504403989128661408.post-8888469390113568270</id><published>2010-04-18T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:50:38.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I BELIEVE THAT..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S8vvJKDjdxI/AAAAAAAAACA/DWQZWDFnDk0/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 79px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S8vvJKDjdxI/AAAAAAAAACA/DWQZWDFnDk0/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461721913713981202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I believe that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a God for it would take a Supreme  Being.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is  magic during Christmas time because even the grouchiest person I know is  all smiles during this time and, believe it or not, it has nothing to  do with the receiving of gifts but with the GIVING.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are  ghosts. Nakakakita ako e.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are angels for no wind can carry  me nor my cousin safely to the ground tuwing mahuhulog kami sa kama.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Man  is essentially good except when you take away his most precious and  most revered possession.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;True financial freedom defined as being  free from any worries about what you have to pay and where you have to  get your next pamasahe or pangkain is a hoax. You only stop worrying  about money when you are dead. However, proper financial management is  something that everyone should do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hindi lahat ng may business  ay mayaman. Minsan, palagi kang breakeven lang lalo na't nagsisimula ka  lang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lack of jobs is not our country's most pressing problem.  We have lots of jobs. The problem lies in finding people qualified.  Ergo, what we need is quality education.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You should not use  poverty as an excuse para magbenta ng laman. There are other ways to  earn money without losing your dignity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The things you do today  would have an impact on your tomorrow so make sure that you plan and  live your life well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When all else fail, a prayer uttered from  the heart can save your day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What you have, you hone it and you  share it. Remember the parable of the talents? God did not give you a  strong mind to keep to yourself. E di sana ginawa ka na lang nyang  halaman?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything...EVERYTHING...happens for a reason. It  might not be apparent now but soon you would realize what the reason is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The  people that make up the Church are sinners since they are also human  (Read: priests, popes, ministers, etc.) but that doesn't mean that the  Church is based on lies. Analogy: Just because a teacher raped a student  doesn't mean that all teachers are rapists and that the whole concept  of education is all about sex and violence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You CANNOT please  everybody. If you want to please everybody and be friends with  everybody, you have to do some thinking. Uhm, baka nawawalan ka na ng  sarili mong uniqueness at nakiki-ride ka na lang sa lahat ng tao. Soon,  you'd find yourself being pushed aside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You CANNOT have someone  forgive AND forget what you've done. God gave us the ability to hold  memories so that we could learn from our mistakes - both your and the  person you have offended. Whether that learning is about letting go of  someone or accepting the other's shortcomings is something that you have  to figure out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504403989128661408-8888469390113568270?l=immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/8888469390113568270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/8888469390113568270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-believe-that.html' title='I BELIEVE THAT..'/><author><name>Pia Loren Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285875317614262915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmilvDafwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVC88Mat364/S220/166652_1479193992235_1605330957_995376_858641_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S8vvJKDjdxI/AAAAAAAAACA/DWQZWDFnDk0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504403989128661408.post-7429482849282236582</id><published>2010-04-17T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T05:23:57.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Open Letter To The Guy Who Broke My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S8moU-VmTGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FWOWWtR4Lkc/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 75px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S8moU-VmTGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FWOWWtR4Lkc/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461081101447875682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear CoolBlue,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That is what they say about women who are rejected by the ones they  love. Believe me, I could have gone that route. When I read your answer,  I was so consumed by hurt. My pride got hurt. Being the proud person  that I am, I wanted to diss you right there and then. It wasn’t much  about the content as it was about the delivery. You could have emailed  me personally or you could have texted me or you could have done it in a  more subtle way - by just putting the words “Meron” or “Wala”. That was  what I said in my text, right? Because I don’t need any explanations.  It would only make things more complicated. I wouldn’t want you to sugar  coat it either.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You might be surprised with this letter. You might think, “Ano na  naman ba ‘to?”. Well, when a part of you hurts, you have to do something  to make the pain go away. The pain is not about being rejected. I have  been down this road a couple of times before. The pain is about being  rejected in front of so many people. Strong as I am, I don’t have the  ability to handle public rejection quite well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I read your letter I wanted so much to make you feel the pain. I  know I could do that. I have done something like that before. I have  almost ruined someone’s life because of my selfishness. But instead I  opted to do the only mature thing to do - I let it pass. I replied to  you in private, I hope you got it. I opted to suffer in silence. I opted  to carry this on my own because, in the first place, this was something  that I should have been ready for.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But allow me to just clear this - just because I told you how I feel  doesn’t mean that I want us to be “us”. I just want you to know, nothing  more, nothing less. If the feeling is mutual, good. If it’s not, it’s  okay. I also have my own priorities and problems that any relationship  at this point in time would just end in failure because I don’t have  enough time. I’m sure you know that. I’m sure you know how I went for 5  days with so little sleep and food. It wasn’t my first time to do that. I  have been doing that for quite sometime because I have so many things  to attend to. I have so many things that I want to accomplish and to  prove.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At least now I know it’s not mutual. At least now I know where I  stand. It hurts but, at least, I know I am still capable of loving.  That’s all that matters. Because, in the end, love is more about giving  than it is about receiving.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank you for the offer of friendship but, like I said, that’s like  adding insult to injury. We can’t be friends. Not now, at least. I would  just misinterpret everything that you do just like the way I have  misinterpreted everything that you did.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- Ako&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second part of the post:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pansin mo yung makabagbag-damdaming post sa itaas? Kanina ko pa yan  iniisip. Napag-usapan kasi namin ng isa kong kaibigan ang galit,  relationships, love. Para sa’kin, everything boils down to respect.  Respetuhin mo, rerespetuhin ka rin pabalik. Para din sa trabaho yan e.  Reprimand in private but praise in public. At pag nag-reprimand ka, make  sure na you do it in a nice way - Positive - Negative - Positive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, not many people know what respect is all about. With  respect comes sensitivity. Hinde ka pwedeng humirit ng humirit all the  time. You have to be aware of how the other party would react.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay, for those who are in a relationship, plans to be in a  relationship, cannot handle a relationship, or are plain lost when it  comes to relationships:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you can’t love someone, if you can’t return the feelings, stay  away. Now is not the right time to offer friendship. Pwedeng iba ang  maging interpretation sa actions mo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wag kang magbibitiw ng linyang “hinde ako ang nararapat para sa  kanya”. Hinde mo alam kung ano pwedeng mangyari sa mga susunod na araw,  linggo, buwan o taon para sabihin yan. Besides, standard nya ang  magma-matter, hinde standard mo. Wag mo syang pangunahan. Magpasalamat  ka na lang na may nagkagusto sa’yo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wag mong kwestyunin kung bakit sya nagkagusto sa’yo. Pag nagmahal  ka, hinde mo rin naman kayang ipaliwanag kung bakit mo minahal yung  taong yun. Pag dumating yung time na kaya mo nang ipaliwanag, hinde na  pagmamahal yan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kung mahal mo, mahal mo. Kung hinde mo mahal, just say so. Wag kang  magi-in between na sagot. Nakamamatay ng neurons yun. Hinde rin naman  siguro ganun ka-bobo yung kausap mo para hinde maintindihan ang  pagkakaiba ng Oo sa Hinde. Wag playing safe kasi ikaw ang mawawalan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tandaan: Walang manlalandi kung walang magpapalandi. In short, hinde  ka nyan mamahalin ng todo-todo kung hinde ka nagpakita ng motibo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kumplikadong topic ang pag-ibig. Kalinya sya ng religion at politics  (although hinde kasing deadly). Pero yun ang isang bagay na kayang  pag-usapan ng lahat ng tao. Lahat tayo ay may kakayahang magmahal…wag  sayangin…dahil may mga taong ibibigay ang buhay nila para maranasan lang  ulit ang magmahal at mahalin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var addthis_pub = ''; var addthis_language = 'en';var addthis_options = 'email, favorites, digg, delicious, myspace, google, facebook, reddit, live, more'; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504403989128661408-7429482849282236582?l=immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/7429482849282236582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/7429482849282236582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/2010/04/open-letter-to-guy-who-broke-my-heart.html' title='An Open Letter To The Guy Who Broke My Heart'/><author><name>Pia Loren Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285875317614262915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmilvDafwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVC88Mat364/S220/166652_1479193992235_1605330957_995376_858641_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S8moU-VmTGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FWOWWtR4Lkc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504403989128661408.post-5997598420042093198</id><published>2010-04-14T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T01:27:52.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FALLING AND FOOLING LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S8V8fjPJrUI/AAAAAAAAABw/M_pmChAHQVw/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S8V8fjPJrUI/AAAAAAAAABw/M_pmChAHQVw/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459907004733173058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ewan ko ba kung paano napasok sa usapan ang&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; “tiwala”&lt;/span&gt; kaya napatagal  ang pag-iinternet ko kagabi.  Marahil ay napapanahon na upang  bigyang-tuon ko ang salitang ito.  Sa halos ilang taon na rin ang dami  kong naging definition ng salitang pagtitiwala at pakikisama.  Na ang  pakikisama ay nakadepende sa level ng pagtitiwala ko sa isang tao.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ayoko nang magtanong.  Dahil ayokong mag-isip pa ang utak ko sa  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“gawa-gawang kwento” at “totoong nangyari.”&lt;/span&gt;  Mapapatawad ko pa ang utak  ko sa pagpayag na mag-isip ng kung ano-ano na maaaring iclassify na  pagdududa pero ang puso hindi.  Alam nito kung ang taong kausap ko ay  hindi totoo, nakikisama lang o wala lang.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hindi ko na nga halos alam kung ano ang salitang pagtitiwala.  Sa  dami ba naman ng taong sumira nito, may matino, umaaktong matino,  engot, magaling na engot at mahusay na manipulator.  Inihulma ko ang  sarili kong gamitin ang sinasabi ni Debs na “filter”.  Piliin lang ang  gusto mong paniwalaan at ang natitira ay hayaan mo na lang sa isantabi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ang hindi ko rin lubos maisip ay kung paanong nagagawa ng mga taong  ito ang makipagusap ng harapan habang sa likod ng kanilang mga isipan ay  iba pala ang nais ipakahulugan.  Maraming tuso ang nagkalat at nasa sa  iyo na kung papabiktima ka ba sa mga ganitong klase ng tao.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hindi kasi ako ganon.  Added burden sa akin ang magsuot ng maskara sa  pakikisama, sa pakikipagkaibigan at pakikitungo sa ibang tao.  Kaya  ganun din ang gusto ko… mas matatanggap ko pa nga ang pagsasabi ng lahat  ng baho sa pagkatao kesa paniwalain mo ako sa “gawa-gawang pagkatao”  lang.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;May human instinct tayo eh.  Maloloko mo ang ibang tao at maaaring  isa ako dun… pero ituturo ako sa tamang dapat kong paniwalaan…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Applicable sa akin ung salitang…. “madaling magpatawad, pero mahirap  sa akin ang makalimot…”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have given you so much time to be “true”…. do I deserve to be  fooled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504403989128661408-5997598420042093198?l=immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/5997598420042093198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/5997598420042093198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/2010/04/falling-and-fooling-love.html' title='FALLING AND FOOLING LOVE'/><author><name>Pia Loren Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285875317614262915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmilvDafwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVC88Mat364/S220/166652_1479193992235_1605330957_995376_858641_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S8V8fjPJrUI/AAAAAAAAABw/M_pmChAHQVw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504403989128661408.post-1211695816508604207</id><published>2010-04-13T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T09:37:07.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Maldita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S8SdqMtrF2I/AAAAAAAAABo/NWyXWCspTlk/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S8SdqMtrF2I/AAAAAAAAABo/NWyXWCspTlk/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459661996572743522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako mag e-endorse ng clothing line. Gusto ko lang i-define ano ba  ang maldita. Sino nga ba ang CERTIFIED MALDITA? According to popular  belief, ang mga maldita ay yung tipong napapanood natin sa teleserye -  nananampal at nanabunot ng bidang babae. Sa totoong buhay, madalang ka  lang maka encounter ng demonyita, hindi maldita yun. aswang na ang tawag  sa mga napapanood mong antagonists sa paborito mong soap. eh ano nga ba  talaga ang maldita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maldita ka, pag marunong kang  magsalita at sumagot&lt;/span&gt;. Ang dami - daming matalino, maganda, may  pinag-aralan, nasa mataas na kumpanya, may Masteral degree, mayaman pero  pag nagsalita wala kang mapulot. Parang mga high school na ang range of  topic lang na pwede silang maging aktibo ay tungkol sa lalaki at sa  ‘close friends’ nila na hindi mo naman kilala sa earth. Maldita ka, pag  kahit anong usapan — usapang kanto, usapang tambay, usapang propesyonal,  usapang bakla, usapang pang-artist, usapang baluktot ay pwede kang  sumabay. Hindi sarado mag-isip ang maldita. Hindi mo sila maririnigan ng  ” eeeewwww, that’s yucky!”, ang arte!!! hahaha :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  That points out to the next characteristic of a maldita. She doesn’t  speak like a mongoloid. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Magsasalita siya ng diretso. Walang arte. Walang  pagpapanggap.&lt;/span&gt; Kung hindi siya bihasa sa english, eh di sa tagalog at  kung gusto naman n’yang magsalita sa english eh hindi siya gumagaya ng  mga two-year old kid na parang bulol na at may speech defect, maging  ’sosyal’ lang sa tingin ng iba. You are not a maldita, if you try to  speak in english &amp;amp; your grammar is unforgivable. That means,  she isn’t Trying Hard to Impress Anyone. (example ung friend ko) and  probably she really has a good head on her shoulders but she will not  pass to be a maldita. why? she answers phone with a ” HEYOW” and not  with a proper ‘HELLO’. Dear, if you are going to read this, Hello is  spelled with an ‘L’ not with a ‘Y’. Nakakahiya, Speak well. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A maldita does not succumb to pain &amp;amp; hurt.&lt;/span&gt; Normal sa mundo ang  masaktan at mahirapan at apihin ng mga hinayupak na mapang-api sa  mundo. Pero, she doesn’t stop looking for her heart, I don’t say that  malditas cannot be weak. But what is admirable in them, is that they  admit their weaknesses, their pains &amp;amp; hurts. They don’t put a  farce of stregth and joviality if they don’t feel happy. &amp;amp; they  try to stand up, after every fall. They are not afraid to trudge a new  road or get up and continue the journey. They just don’t move on, they  become better — in the sense of strength, life views, character  &amp;amp; relating with themselves &amp;amp; with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maldita ka kapag marunong kang magsabi ng ‘tama na’.&lt;/span&gt; Maraming babae na  kahit durog na durog na ang puso, dignidad at pagkatao ay sumisige pa  rin. Sa kahit anong konteksto ng sitwasyon — relasyon, pamilya, trabaho  at relihiyon. Hindi papayag ang isang maldita na maligaw ng  panghabambuhay ang pagkatao at puso n’ya. Hindi n’ya hahayaan na hindi  na n’ya kilala ang sarili n’ya pag gising n’ya isang araw dahil sa mga  ginagalawan n’yang mga sitwasyon. Maraming pagkakataon na dumadaan ang  isang tao sa sangang-daan at malaki ang posibilidad na maligaw at mawala  ka — makalimutan ang tunay na kulay ng puso mo, pero kung hindi mo na  ulit makikita ang sarili mo, talo ka. A maldita doesn’t let her  boyfriend, her past, her parents, her family, her work, her  achievements, her career, her position, her friends, her  peers,&amp;amp;&amp;amp; her religion DEFINE her. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She knows herself &amp;amp;&amp;amp;  she knows her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &amp;amp; lastly.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; You are Maldita if you  admit you are ONE.&lt;/span&gt; marami kasi, nagpapanggap pang goody-goody. Naman,  bait-baitan ka d’yan, eh ang totoo naman maitim din ang budhi. There is  nothing wrong &amp;amp; bad with being a maldita. As i have pointed out  , wala namang masama sa pagiging maldita — Being maldita is actually a  blessing if you know how to use it ( Parang powers lang). Walang masama  sa pagiging maldita basta wag kang maging bitchesa to the thousandth  power. Aminado ako, maldita ako. Lahat ng nagiging tunay kong kaibigan  ay makaka attest na maldita ako. Totoo, dati i thought being maldita can  be a drawback for me, but i have proven that my being maldita is being  true to myself. That if i try to be the sweet-looking girl next-door,  that is utterly kaplastikan. This is me. If you want me, take me, if not  then, you can always take a step away and leave. I won’t rub in myself  to you. This is a free world. You can always think and feel otherwise.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504403989128661408-1211695816508604207?l=immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/1211695816508604207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/1211695816508604207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/2010/04/true-maldita.html' title='A True Maldita'/><author><name>Pia Loren Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285875317614262915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmilvDafwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVC88Mat364/S220/166652_1479193992235_1605330957_995376_858641_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S8SdqMtrF2I/AAAAAAAAABo/NWyXWCspTlk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504403989128661408.post-9054034743036353756</id><published>2010-04-09T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T09:43:00.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUESTION: Am I Going Back To Square One Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S79Y0u8P2MI/AAAAAAAAABg/gw-Onufkzus/s1600/adf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S79Y0u8P2MI/AAAAAAAAABg/gw-Onufkzus/s200/adf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458178936373500098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never had this feeling for such a long time... being back to my old self  again... waking up happy, less worries to think about and finally  feeling my heart beating at its normal speed... its just like magic...  There is no assurance that I will no longer feel the pain or the anxiety  of missing someone so much, or longing for that one person's love....  But I can say that somehow I was able to learn to stand up again, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;be  myself and love myself more&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I appreciate me for just being me...  nothing more, nothing less... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have me, my family and friends... is  there anything to ask more? I already feel blessed knowing to have this  life... knowing that I have a wonderful family who will love me for who I  am.. I have supportive and loving friends who makes me feel loved and  remembered despite the distance... Why would I dwell to be stuck in such  a miserable life knowing that there is one person who doesn't even  bother to care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I deserve to be loved, to be taken care of... and most  of all I deserve to be happy... not to be happy with someone else, but  being happy with myself.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I know better what to do....  I will  love myself first so I can have more love to share til that one person  comes along... Thank you Lord for being so patient with me... Thank you  for loving me unconditionally and for giving me this life... To you I  return all the glory... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504403989128661408-9054034743036353756?l=immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/9054034743036353756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/9054034743036353756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/2010/04/question-am-i-going-back-to-square-one.html' title='QUESTION: Am I Going Back To Square One Again?'/><author><name>Pia Loren Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285875317614262915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmilvDafwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVC88Mat364/S220/166652_1479193992235_1605330957_995376_858641_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S79Y0u8P2MI/AAAAAAAAABg/gw-Onufkzus/s72-c/adf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504403989128661408.post-8509010165821382845</id><published>2010-04-08T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:42:13.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Taken For Granted Or Just Being Stupid As Usual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S74VH4HN3vI/AAAAAAAAABY/w_3Mqpa8NdI/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S74VH4HN3vI/AAAAAAAAABY/w_3Mqpa8NdI/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457823023485542130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I think too much, but I honestly believe I stumble upon things  this way, or I don't even know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to wonder if I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;being taken for granted&lt;/span&gt;. I came to this  thought because my boyfriend is always so fine about doing things  without me-- not so much doing actual things, but staying in and not  coming over and not wondering what I'm up to when he leaves. He says he  trusts me and that's why, and then the other night he was like "How  would you like it if I asked you where you go and why? Do you like it when I ask you that?" and no, I didn't, instantly I  could tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like he should at least feel like he should come see me  whenever he can instead of taking so much time away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get paranoid... and it leads to me thinking a million other  things that I wont even get into because it could just be nothing. But  this here is my main concern. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I want to tell him the next time I see him  that I think he's taking me for granted&lt;/span&gt;. I almost want to tell him he's  lucky to have a girl he can trust and let him know of what some girls I  know do behind their bf's backs. I really do wonder if he's taking me  for granted... I guess I can't accept the fact that he's just so  comfortable that he doesn't have such a need to always see me or hear  from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stopped calling him all the time, and sometimes we don't talk on  some days, so I figure that's giving him some space in the meantime, but  afterwards it still feels like it's not enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like he should hold onto me more and be more careful... not that  I'd do anything, but that's how I'd know if I'm being taken for granted  or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows of other ways I could determine this before I talk to  him about it (this weekend-- I don't like talking over the phone about  anything potentially serious) then that would be good for me to think  about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504403989128661408-8509010165821382845?l=immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/8509010165821382845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/8509010165821382845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/2010/04/being-taken-for-granted-or-just-being.html' title='Being Taken For Granted Or Just Being Stupid As Usual'/><author><name>Pia Loren Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285875317614262915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmilvDafwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVC88Mat364/S220/166652_1479193992235_1605330957_995376_858641_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S74VH4HN3vI/AAAAAAAAABY/w_3Mqpa8NdI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504403989128661408.post-3610239377867596703</id><published>2010-03-29T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:43:31.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EMO-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nagiging habit ko na lately ang magdere-deretso ng walang tulog lalo  na kung may problema regarding err.. Hmmm… Because of this, I usually  sport red eyes (sorry, walang eyebags sa liit ba naman ng mata kong to).  Siguro yun din ang dahilan kung bakit emo na naman ako lately.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ve been doing some thinking and I’ve come to realize a number of  things:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Controlling my anger is a good thing but there are times when I need  to stand up for myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making a mistake doesn’t mean that I’m a bad person. It only means  that I am human.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saying “Sorry” doesn’t mean that you are admitting that you are  wrong. It only means that you love the other person so much that you are  willing to let go of your pride. However, one “Sorry” is enough (o  sige, mga hanggang 10). If ayaw nyang tanggapin, if ayaw nyang  pakinggan, hinde ko na problema yun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mahirap pag sapilitan ang friendship. Since hinde kusang tumubo,  walang masyadong weight. Madaling talikuran.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes, I downplay myself too much that other people think I am  naive or, worse, that I have nothing between my ears.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p&gt;From now on, I would only pay more attention to people who are able  to respect me as a person. From now on, I would only give my heart to  someone who knows how to take care of it. From now on, I would only be a  friend to someone who is not afraid to speak the truth to me, someone  who can be loyal to me and hinde yung patalikod kung lumaban&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;….suko na ako sa mga taong user, backfighter, plastic etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504403989128661408-3610239377867596703?l=immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/3610239377867596703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/3610239377867596703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/2010/03/emo-ness.html' title='EMO-ness'/><author><name>Pia Loren Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285875317614262915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmilvDafwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVC88Mat364/S220/166652_1479193992235_1605330957_995376_858641_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504403989128661408.post-4897081313930724273</id><published>2010-03-26T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T01:52:24.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to My Dark Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S6x1vfwt7vI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XBb8uN-MIYU/s1600/hkhjk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S6x1vfwt7vI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XBb8uN-MIYU/s200/hkhjk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452862707678965490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, in keeping with my love for lists, I’m writing here my top 8  “quirks”:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mukha akong suplada sa personal. Hinde kasi ako palangiti sa totoong  buhay. Pwera nalang kung close na tayo. Bakit? Malabo kasi mata ko.  Malay ko ba kung baliw na ang tingin mo sa’kin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kulang ako sa break fluid. Minsan, may mga hirit ako na semplang.  (por eksampol: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gio: Baby, anong oras na?. Pia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Mukha ba kong orasan ha? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sa maniwala kayo’t sa hinde,  hinde ako galit nung sabihin ko yan)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a firm believer in commitment and promises. If you say 5:00 pm,  make sure you deliver by 5:00 pm. If you can’t, inform me beforehand.  Ayoko ng last minute change of plans lalo na pag dating sa lahat.  Naha-high blood ako sa ganyan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfectionist at demanding ako. Mataas ang standards ko at mataas  rin ang expectations ko. Force of habit. Labing-apat na taon akong  na-train na ganyan mag-isip. (Dagdag mo pa yung pitong taon kong  pagkabata)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sobrang marunong akong mag-express ng galit. Promise! Malalaman mo  lang galit na ako ‘pag binasa mo shout outs ko sa Friendster at  Facebook, ‘pag pinakinggan mo kung ano yung paulit-ulit kong  pinapakinggan (Eminem=galit, Linkin Park = nag-uumapaw sa galit, ma  kantang pang-headbang na hinde mo na maintindihan ang lyrics dahil panay  sigaw lang = World War III). On the other hand, pag nahimasmasan na ako  at nailabas ko na galit ko, kakausapin kita at sasabihin ko sa’yo kung  bakit ako nagagalit sa’yo (exception to the rule: pag trust issues, may  60% chance hinde na kita kausapin).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emo ako. Back-read kayo para makita ang ebidensya. Trying hard  maging emo. Hahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baliw ako. Madaling patawanin. Konting jokes. Ayan na ang tawa ko.  Lalo na pag naaalala ko sina Cute na Rabbit at Napakatuling Pagong.  (Baby, alam mo to) Halimaw na Manok ako sa tunay na buhay. Sabi lang ni  Baby yan. &lt;img src="http://fabolousandclassypialoren.blog.friendster.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mabagal akong mag-add at subract pero magaling ako sa Multiplication  at Division. Natatandaan ko noong Elementary years ko, panlalaban ako  ni Ma’am Vicente sa Math BULPRISA pero sa takot ko nakipagpalit ako sa  bestfriend ko. Ako sa General Information at sya sa Math. &lt;img src="http://fabolousandclassypialoren.blog.friendster.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yan ang aking dark side. Ikaw, ano ang dark side mo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504403989128661408-4897081313930724273?l=immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/4897081313930724273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/4897081313930724273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-to-my-dark-side.html' title='Welcome to My Dark Side'/><author><name>Pia Loren Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285875317614262915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmilvDafwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVC88Mat364/S220/166652_1479193992235_1605330957_995376_858641_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S6x1vfwt7vI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XBb8uN-MIYU/s72-c/hkhjk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504403989128661408.post-8172307706142373787</id><published>2010-03-26T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T01:48:38.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagalog Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S6x00HWACFI/AAAAAAAAABI/-05rHpYT8Es/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S6x00HWACFI/AAAAAAAAABI/-05rHpYT8Es/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452861687512172626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For weeks I’ve been thinking of having a Tagalog blog. For what reason?  Wala lang….gusto ko lang. I love my native tongue and I wanted to hasten  my writing in Tagalog. Actually, for others, writing in English is  easier than writing in Tagalog so it must be a challenge to me. Mas  mahirap ata grammar ng Tagalog kesa English. Now I remember my cousin  who failed in his Filipino subject. When I asked him why, he said “super  hirap kaya ng Filipino”. I am thinking of what will be the contents of  my upcoming Tagalog blog (kung di ako tamarin para gumawa ng isa pang  blog!) I am planning to keep it private so I could post my personal  thoughts that I cannot post in my other personal blogs. At pag  ma-discover nila, wala na sila magawa. Nai-blog ko na sila!hahahaha So,  good luck nalang sa akin. I am 100% sure now that I wanted to have that  blog with a local tongue. &lt;img src="http://fabolousandclassypialoren.blog.friendster.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504403989128661408-8172307706142373787?l=immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/8172307706142373787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504403989128661408/posts/default/8172307706142373787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immorethanjustmyself.blogspot.com/2010/03/tagalog-blog.html' title='Tagalog Blog'/><author><name>Pia Loren Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285875317614262915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/TSmilvDafwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVC88Mat364/S220/166652_1479193992235_1605330957_995376_858641_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGtsB788pw/S6x00HWACFI/AAAAAAAAABI/-05rHpYT8Es/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
