<?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-8275034498032118226</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:29:46.877+08:00</updated><category term='CRUSHES'/><category term='ADMIRERS'/><category term='BFF'/><category term='FLINGS'/><title type='text'>DIARY OF A ONE BAD GIRL</title><subtitle type='html'>the truth...the lies...the affairs...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275034498032118226.post-7588054722925392535</id><published>2009-01-25T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:59:44.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADMIRERS'/><title type='text'>E.L.S.</title><content type='html'>This guy was the son of our external auditor.&amp;nbsp; I find him arrogant at first because he is tall and the way he walked was so annoying to me.&amp;nbsp; We became office mates but he was assigned in a different department.&amp;nbsp; I was not aware that he already liked me the first time he saw me.&amp;nbsp; Weeks or months have passed and I don't pay extra attention to him.&amp;nbsp; He was just like one of the guys in our office.&amp;nbsp; Then one night, while I was out with friends playing billiards, I received a text from one of our female coworkers asking my permission if she can give my number to a certain guy.&amp;nbsp; She did not mention who it was but I just said it's okay.&amp;nbsp; A few minutes later, E.L.S. texted and introduced himself.&amp;nbsp; We became textmates.&amp;nbsp; I was in a shaky relationship at that time but we cannot personally talk because it was a very complicated situation.&amp;nbsp; I admit I started to like him but I don't want to complicate things.&amp;nbsp; He was related to my boyfriend.&amp;nbsp; He told me that he told his parents about me and that his parents even told him to stop bothering me.&amp;nbsp; But he will always find a way to get in touch with me.&amp;nbsp; He invited me a lot of times to go out but I declined many times.&amp;nbsp; Then for the first time, I accepted his invitation.&amp;nbsp; We met at a pizza parlor.&amp;nbsp; We had snacks.&amp;nbsp; After eating, I left alone and he was left behind.&amp;nbsp; The second date would be with friends.&amp;nbsp; We went to a bar and had some drinks.&amp;nbsp; That's just it.&amp;nbsp; The third date, we were alone again.&amp;nbsp; It was an after dinner date.&amp;nbsp; We had the chance to talk.&amp;nbsp; But I was really not interested in having a relationship with him.&amp;nbsp; Besides, he was really not courting me.&amp;nbsp; We were just getting to know each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, I heard a story that he made fun of one of the girls in our office and it was a total turn off for me.&amp;nbsp; I started to avoid him ever since then.&amp;nbsp; I don't answer his text and I rejected his calls.&amp;nbsp; I never said another word to him.&amp;nbsp; He told me he was going crazy because of what I was doing.&amp;nbsp; He said he don't remember anything he had done to make me go cold.&amp;nbsp; He told me I was his dream girl and he will marry me once I finished school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never went steady.&amp;nbsp; That happened about 7 years ago but people still talked about it.&amp;nbsp; We still work in the same company but he was assigned in a different place.&amp;nbsp; We're friends now.&amp;nbsp; And I don't think I need to explain everything to everyone.&amp;nbsp; All I care is that my conscience is clear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275034498032118226-7588054722925392535?l=onebadgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7588054722925392535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275034498032118226&amp;postID=7588054722925392535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/7588054722925392535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/7588054722925392535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/els.html' title='E.L.S.'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275034498032118226.post-6492433802848666252</id><published>2008-10-23T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:16:40.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADMIRERS'/><title type='text'>N.R.</title><content type='html'>I met this guy when I was 13 or 14 years old.&amp;nbsp; We have this new neighbor next door and N.R. always visits them because they were good family friends.&amp;nbsp; One day, we were finally introduced to each other.&amp;nbsp; He was 3 years older than me as I remember.&amp;nbsp; One time, we had this chance to talk alone just infront of our house.&amp;nbsp; It was just a casual conversation.&amp;nbsp; About school, family, and life in general.&amp;nbsp; That was the first and last one on one conversation I had with him because a few months later, we transferred to another place.&amp;nbsp; Years have passed and I don't know what happened to him.&amp;nbsp; Then one Saturday night, I was watching this concert in a popular local bar.&amp;nbsp; I decided to go outside and meet some friends.&amp;nbsp; He happened to be there also and he saw me passed by.&amp;nbsp; He shouted my name to the point wherein I was startled.&amp;nbsp; I just looked around and wave.&amp;nbsp; He was with a girl and some friends.&amp;nbsp; A few months later, I was able to track him on friendster and add him up.&amp;nbsp; We exchanged numbers and continue our communication.&amp;nbsp; When we finally meet again, he confessed that he tried to locate me when we transferred house.&amp;nbsp; I told him that he should have asked his younger sister because we were going to the same college.&amp;nbsp; Anyways, what I find really sweet was when he told me that everything would have been different if he was able to locate me.&amp;nbsp; He would really court me and maybe we will end up together.&amp;nbsp; I told him that maybe he was not exerting too much effort in finding me that is why he never found me.&amp;nbsp; I am already married and I can sense that he was dissapointed upon hearing it.&amp;nbsp; But I was kinda unhappy with my marriage that time because of the long distance factor.&amp;nbsp; I know that he was hoping I will leave my hubby.&amp;nbsp; He even suggested that he knows a good lawyer for annulment and can process it in less than 6 months.&amp;nbsp; But I only entertained him as a friend.&amp;nbsp; I was lonely and I just need someone to talk to.&amp;nbsp; Nothing more, nothing less.&amp;nbsp; A few months later, he got married and got separated 6 months after.&amp;nbsp; I am trying to avoid him now.&amp;nbsp; I am happy and I know that he is also happy for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275034498032118226-6492433802848666252?l=onebadgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6492433802848666252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275034498032118226&amp;postID=6492433802848666252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/6492433802848666252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/6492433802848666252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/nr.html' title='N.R.'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275034498032118226.post-3533309736601419286</id><published>2008-10-18T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:30:00.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRUSHES'/><title type='text'>L.O.U.</title><content type='html'>He was a new student from another city.&amp;nbsp; He transferred with his sister and brother in our high school.&amp;nbsp; He immediately became a campus crush because he is really good looking and I am one of his admirer.&amp;nbsp; One thing I cannot forget about him is that during our school festivities, one guy hand cuffed us together and the condition was we have to walk the school corridors before they will release us and pay a certain amount.&amp;nbsp; If he will not pay, the hand cuffs will stay.&amp;nbsp; We don't know each other that time so I was really embarrassed with our situation.&amp;nbsp; We walked the school corridors without looking at each other and without saying a word.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if he was annoyed or shy because he was really looking the other way.&amp;nbsp; So when the guy who hand cuffed us returned, I think LOU payed P5.00 or P10.00 to be released and we parted ways.&amp;nbsp; After that incident, whenever I see him going in my direction, I will avoid him.&amp;nbsp; But I still like him.&amp;nbsp; I was just so embarrassed with what happened.&amp;nbsp; The next thing I know, he was courting this very pretty girl in our campus.&amp;nbsp; It was like an on and off courtship.&amp;nbsp; I was really hoping he would court me because he looks at me differently.&amp;nbsp; Or am I just imagining it.&amp;nbsp; I befriended his sister and have her signed my slum book so she will put their home phone number in it.&amp;nbsp; After getting hold of it, I tried to call once and pretended to be a mysterious caller.&amp;nbsp; How pathetic.&amp;nbsp; But I did not do it again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After how many months, he was already getting steady with the pretty girl in campus.&amp;nbsp; Ironically, he has a friend that was interested in me.&amp;nbsp; One Valentine's day, he gave me a card inside the canteen and her girlfriend saw it.&amp;nbsp; But it was not really from him.&amp;nbsp; It was from his friend and he was just asked to give it to me.&amp;nbsp; A friend of her gf told me that she was pissed off because of what she saw.&amp;nbsp; How come I got a card and she didn't when in fact is she the girlfriend.&amp;nbsp; I told her friend the truth and the issue was cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was 2 years ahead of me and when he graduated, I seldom saw him.&amp;nbsp; And there was never a chance for me to talk to him.&amp;nbsp; He was really like an unreachable star.&amp;nbsp; But luck was on my side.&amp;nbsp; After how many years, we saw each other again.&amp;nbsp; We are attending the same network marketing seminar.&amp;nbsp; He smiled and I smiled back.&amp;nbsp; We were only a few feet away so I walked up to him and started a conversation.&amp;nbsp; I was in heaven!&amp;nbsp; We talked about our school but we never talked about that hand cuffed incident.&amp;nbsp; It was embarrassing.&amp;nbsp; After that talk, it seems that my crush on him faded away.&amp;nbsp; I'm really like that.&amp;nbsp; If I like someone and finally get to know them, the feelings will eventually fade away. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, his younger brother and my younger brother are good friends.&amp;nbsp; One night, his brother got really drunk and was a mess.&amp;nbsp; His brother was brought to our house and I took care of him.&amp;nbsp; It feels like I'm taking care of LOU.&amp;nbsp; His brother was even rumored courting my younger sister.&amp;nbsp; What a small world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275034498032118226-3533309736601419286?l=onebadgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3533309736601419286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275034498032118226&amp;postID=3533309736601419286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/3533309736601419286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/3533309736601419286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/lou.html' title='L.O.U.'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275034498032118226.post-3090675337204651080</id><published>2008-10-10T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:11:00.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADMIRERS'/><title type='text'>J.S.</title><content type='html'>This guy was a bakasyonista from Quezon City.&amp;nbsp; He was a hip hop guy.&amp;nbsp; He wears baggy pants and knows how to rap.&amp;nbsp; It was summer time when he visited my city.&amp;nbsp; He dropped by at our hang out place one time with some friends and they introduced us.&amp;nbsp; I'm friendly so I talk to him and we had a civil conversation.&amp;nbsp; After that, he would then walk up to me and talk whenever we see each other.&amp;nbsp; The next thing I know, he was flirting with this "bad reputation girl" and after two days, they are already steady.&amp;nbsp; How cheap!&amp;nbsp; But there relationship last only for days.&amp;nbsp; Before he went back to Quezon City, he left me his address and phone number and ask me to write him.&amp;nbsp; And so I did.&amp;nbsp; On one of his letters, he included a photo of him with a dedication at the back.&amp;nbsp; I think it says something like "I miss you" and "take care".&amp;nbsp; I also called him twice just to say hi and talk about stuffs.&amp;nbsp; I was using a payphone at school because I can't make a long distance call at our house.&amp;nbsp; I think I was 13 years old then.&amp;nbsp; So many things happened to me during that stage in my life.&amp;nbsp; Anyways, let's get back to J.S.&amp;nbsp; I stop calling and stop writing.&amp;nbsp; I mean, what's the point?&amp;nbsp; He is not my boyfriend and I'm sure he understands.&amp;nbsp; No prepaid cellphones then so we cannot text each other.&amp;nbsp; I just moved on with my life.&amp;nbsp; Actually, I was just writing to him because I don't want him to be upset with me.&amp;nbsp; But I get tired of playing the good girl and decided to end our communication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275034498032118226-3090675337204651080?l=onebadgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3090675337204651080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275034498032118226&amp;postID=3090675337204651080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/3090675337204651080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/3090675337204651080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/js.html' title='J.S.'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275034498032118226.post-793937667946177556</id><published>2008-10-04T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:11:27.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFF'/><title type='text'>J.G.</title><content type='html'>Another "J" in my life.&amp;nbsp; He is not my boyfriend and never was.&amp;nbsp; But people think otherwise because we were always together.&amp;nbsp; The truth is, he was my best guy buddy.&amp;nbsp; We always hang out every weekends because we love each other's company.&amp;nbsp; He is good looking, long hair, and he is shorter than me.&amp;nbsp; Our relationship was platonic.&amp;nbsp; There are times that the girls he is courting will get jealous of me because we were always together.&amp;nbsp; I tried to avoid him but we will end up with each other's company at the end of the day.&amp;nbsp; What can I do?&amp;nbsp; We hang out with the same crowd.&amp;nbsp; Someone told me that other guys who are interested in me will back off because of seeing me and "J".&amp;nbsp; They think we were really an item.&amp;nbsp; But there was one time that he acted crazy.&amp;nbsp; He called me up because he was upset.&amp;nbsp; He had just broken up with his girlfriend.&amp;nbsp; After how many minutes of talking, he started saying things like "i love you" and "can I court you?".&amp;nbsp; But I did not take him seriously.&amp;nbsp; I know he was only bluffing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about him is that even though he is popular with the girls and the gays, he is loyal to his girlfriend.&amp;nbsp; But most of his relationship failed.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why.&amp;nbsp; I was 13 then and do not have much idea about that thing.&amp;nbsp; As time goes by and I started to meet new friends, we no longer hang out with the same crowd.&amp;nbsp; But I know that our friendship will forever be treasured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275034498032118226-793937667946177556?l=onebadgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/793937667946177556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275034498032118226&amp;postID=793937667946177556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/793937667946177556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/793937667946177556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/jg.html' title='J.G.'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275034498032118226.post-4949346489790336705</id><published>2008-09-26T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:07:19.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADMIRERS'/><title type='text'>MR. DUNKIN' DONUTS</title><content type='html'>We used to hang out outside a DUNKIN' DONUTS store.&amp;nbsp; Then one time, me and my friend "Van" decided to have a snack there.&amp;nbsp; Upon ordering, we noticed this new handsome guy working at the counter.&amp;nbsp; His nameplate says "ERWIN".&amp;nbsp; He must have noticed that we were checking him out so he flashed his dimples when taking our order.&amp;nbsp; I forgot how we manage to befriend him.&amp;nbsp; I think it was because of a napkin.&amp;nbsp; I think "Van" wrote something on the napkin.&amp;nbsp; The next thing I remember, we were hanging out together.&amp;nbsp; We became mag "MU".&amp;nbsp; We would hang out at the mall and we were able to watch a movie one time.&amp;nbsp; We just held hands.&amp;nbsp; Nothing more.&amp;nbsp; But I got bored with him.&amp;nbsp; He's handsome but he is boring.&amp;nbsp; He is so serious.&amp;nbsp; I can't even remember we laughed together about something.&amp;nbsp; People would really think we were going steady.&amp;nbsp; But we were really just friends.&amp;nbsp; I was 14 then.&amp;nbsp; After a few months, we grew apart.&amp;nbsp; I was avoiding him and his contract with DUNKIN' DONUTS expired.&amp;nbsp; Then I never heard from him again.&amp;nbsp; Surprisingly, he still remembers me.&amp;nbsp; We saw each other at SM last year and he called me.&amp;nbsp; But I just say hi because I was in a hurry.&amp;nbsp; He still looks good but the attraction was not there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; Some names have been changed to protect the parties.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275034498032118226-4949346489790336705?l=onebadgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4949346489790336705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275034498032118226&amp;postID=4949346489790336705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/4949346489790336705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/4949346489790336705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/mr-dunkin-donuts.html' title='MR. DUNKIN&apos; DONUTS'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275034498032118226.post-8611993231857609716</id><published>2008-09-24T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:17:56.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FLINGS'/><title type='text'>K.R.A.</title><content type='html'>This guy was my college classmate in one of my subject.&amp;nbsp; We were seatmates and he would sometimes borrow my notes.&amp;nbsp; I guess that started it.&amp;nbsp; I was going steady with someone else at that time. I still entertained him but only as a friend.&amp;nbsp; Nothing more serious.&amp;nbsp; He would call me up at night and we would talk for hours.&amp;nbsp; He has a sense of humor and that is my weakness.&amp;nbsp; One day, he went to our house and gave me a cute little bunny stuff toy.&amp;nbsp; We were living on opposite side of the city so I find his gesture sweet.&amp;nbsp; Then one night, our conversation went into something intimate.&amp;nbsp; He said he never been inside a motel.&amp;nbsp; I also told him I never been to one either.&amp;nbsp; But that was a lie.&amp;nbsp; I was no longer&amp;nbsp; a virgin since 16.&amp;nbsp; So I pretended I am still one.&amp;nbsp; But eventually, he told me he already had an experience and I also told him about mine.&amp;nbsp; After that conversation, we agreed to go to a motel after class.&amp;nbsp; He was kinda excited when he picked me up at home.&amp;nbsp; He was thinking something will happen.&amp;nbsp; When we were inside the motel room, we played "TONG ITS" and the loser will strip off part of his/her clothing.&amp;nbsp; He ended up taking his shirt off and he was thinking I would take mine off, too.&amp;nbsp; But I didn't.&amp;nbsp; I just showed him my belly button piercing and he was intrigued.&amp;nbsp; Nothing really happened.&amp;nbsp; Or I think we kissed.&amp;nbsp; But not french kiss.&amp;nbsp; Just a quick smack.&amp;nbsp; He was such a gentleman.&amp;nbsp; That was our little secret.&amp;nbsp; When we see each other in class, we exchange this certain look and we only both know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His attraction to me was not a secret because some of our classmates will notice the extra attention he's giving me but he knows we can only be friends.&amp;nbsp; And we still are up to now.&amp;nbsp; He is in my friendster account. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275034498032118226-8611993231857609716?l=onebadgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8611993231857609716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275034498032118226&amp;postID=8611993231857609716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/8611993231857609716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/8611993231857609716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/kra.html' title='K.R.A.'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275034498032118226.post-382855898989637331</id><published>2008-09-21T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:19:36.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRUSHES'/><title type='text'>J.R.</title><content type='html'>I really don't know why most of my crushes starts with letter J.  Anyways, here's another one of them.&amp;nbsp; I was in high school and he was a college student.&amp;nbsp; I saw him at a skating rink with some friends and I can't take him off my mind.&amp;nbsp; I started asking and that's how I got his name.&amp;nbsp; But the annoying thing is, he likes my friend "JANICE".&amp;nbsp; She is pretty but she has a bad reputation.&amp;nbsp; I was really wondering why guys like bad girls.&amp;nbsp; They got steady but only for a while.&amp;nbsp; After that, I started scanning the telephone directory and tried to call everyone on the list with his family name.&amp;nbsp; That's how desperate I was.&amp;nbsp; And when I finally got the right number, I started calling him about every other day.&amp;nbsp; How pathetic!&amp;nbsp; First, I would use other names but I finally introduced myself.&amp;nbsp; I told him I just want him to be my friend.&amp;nbsp; And you know what?&amp;nbsp; I can't remember any conversation we had.&amp;nbsp; I also got his photo.&amp;nbsp; I am so resourceful, ain't I?&amp;nbsp; I admit I use to chase guys but not to become their girlfriend.&amp;nbsp; I am already contented if we became friends and the feelings I had for them will eventually disappear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275034498032118226-382855898989637331?l=onebadgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/382855898989637331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275034498032118226&amp;postID=382855898989637331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/382855898989637331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/382855898989637331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/jr.html' title='J.R.'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275034498032118226.post-4490166147123397803</id><published>2008-09-21T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:31:27.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRUSHES'/><title type='text'>J.L.</title><content type='html'>Let's call him ROLLERBOY.&amp;nbsp; He's from Manila and so tisoy.&amp;nbsp; He is small but his sex appeal is so huge.&amp;nbsp; Every girl who sees him falls in love with him and that includes me.&amp;nbsp; He was like my ultimate crush and dream boy.&amp;nbsp; We hang out with the same group but we don't have the chance to hang out with each other.&amp;nbsp; Then I would get so kilig everytime I see him&amp;nbsp; around.&amp;nbsp; There was one time that we ride in one car but he was with a date so I was invisible to him.&amp;nbsp; I can't remember how I got his photo but I was able to have one and I always carry it in my wallet.&amp;nbsp; I don't know where he is right now or how he is doing.&amp;nbsp; All I know is that he likes flirty girls.&amp;nbsp; Most of his girlfriends were known FLIRTS!&amp;nbsp; Maybe he didn't notice me before because I was still young and not that sophisticated unlike the girls he dated.&amp;nbsp; I was just like "one of the boys" and the baby of the group.&amp;nbsp; I was 12 years old at that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275034498032118226-4490166147123397803?l=onebadgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4490166147123397803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275034498032118226&amp;postID=4490166147123397803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/4490166147123397803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/4490166147123397803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/jl.html' title='J.L.'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275034498032118226.post-4107395404017657625</id><published>2008-09-15T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:28:07.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRUSHES'/><title type='text'>S.J.</title><content type='html'>This boy was my childhood neighbor.&amp;nbsp; I think I was still 5 or 6 years old when I noticed how cute he is.&amp;nbsp; Actually, he was my first crush.&amp;nbsp; He was dark and has chinky eyes.&amp;nbsp; When I was a little girl, I was really not pretty and people don't notice me.&amp;nbsp; But there are still some boys who will appreciate my beauty.&amp;nbsp; But S.J. was not one of them.&amp;nbsp; He likes my friend more.&amp;nbsp; No matter how many times I will intentionally passed by their house so that he would look at me, I was still like a wind to him:&amp;nbsp; invisible.&amp;nbsp; That did not help my self esteem.&amp;nbsp; I always feel I am ugly because the only boy I like doesn't even know I exist!&amp;nbsp; But when we were 8 years old, they transferred and I never heard from him since then.&amp;nbsp; I don't even know what he looks like now.&amp;nbsp; I even forgot what S.J. means!!!&amp;nbsp; If he sees me now, he will really regret the day he ignore me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275034498032118226-4107395404017657625?l=onebadgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4107395404017657625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275034498032118226&amp;postID=4107395404017657625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/4107395404017657625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/4107395404017657625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/sj.html' title='S.J.'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275034498032118226.post-6612434961557786646</id><published>2008-09-11T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:06:04.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADMIRERS'/><title type='text'>J. Boy</title><content type='html'>I forgot his real name so I am just using his nickname.&amp;nbsp; He was our neighbor.&amp;nbsp; Our house is just right infront of their house.&amp;nbsp; We also go to the same school.&amp;nbsp; I think I was in grade 5 when I met him.&amp;nbsp; We would talk in their jeepney about school and other stuffs.&amp;nbsp; Then one night, he just grabbed my hand.&amp;nbsp; I was stunned.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't move and I couldn't say a word.&amp;nbsp; Then he said, "I love you".&amp;nbsp; After that incident, I tried to avoid him.&amp;nbsp; I also like him but I hate guys taking advantage of me.&amp;nbsp; So after how many weeks of avoiding him, he gave me a letter telling me he was sorry and that he still loves me.&amp;nbsp; Our school is just a walking distance so sometimes he would try to wait for me on a nearby church and I don't have any choice but to walk with him.&amp;nbsp; But I would not say a word.&amp;nbsp; I would just nod or look away when he is trying to talk to me.&amp;nbsp; I think it took me a few more months before I finally decided to forgive him.&amp;nbsp; But I don't like him anymore.&amp;nbsp; And the next thing I new, he is courting a new girl in school.&amp;nbsp; End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275034498032118226-6612434961557786646?l=onebadgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6612434961557786646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275034498032118226&amp;postID=6612434961557786646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/6612434961557786646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/6612434961557786646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/j-boy.html' title='J. Boy'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275034498032118226.post-3018088132860900513</id><published>2008-09-11T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:00:55.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTRODUCTION</title><content type='html'>This is my very first post in this blog and I would just like to give an overview of what you should expect here.&amp;nbsp; I will be posting mainly about the boys in my life, past and present.&amp;nbsp; I will introduce them one by one.&amp;nbsp; So feel free to check this blog from time to time to know them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a play girl but I have a lot of admirers.&amp;nbsp; I am not a really bad girl but I have my fair share of misdeeds and wrong doings that I am not proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy reading!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275034498032118226-3018088132860900513?l=onebadgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3018088132860900513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275034498032118226&amp;postID=3018088132860900513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/3018088132860900513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275034498032118226/posts/default/3018088132860900513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebadgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/introduction.html' title='INTRODUCTION'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
