<?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-24402601652669009</id><updated>2011-06-06T16:48:36.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damsel in distress. ♥</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm not your ordinary girl. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24402601652669009/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marla Dominguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05099599018513930150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OMPTb9Kwe-g/TdYXRe7wnyI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/X3RHztQH7QM/s220/dsgfvsd.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24402601652669009.post-6094412331061633160</id><published>2011-05-24T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T01:47:06.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iFP_reqb3A/TdtwW6wVhZI/AAAAAAAAABA/5Y7l3eMCgfU/s1600/tumblr_lgblrgw0EA1qd40m9o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iFP_reqb3A/TdtwW6wVhZI/AAAAAAAAABA/5Y7l3eMCgfU/s320/tumblr_lgblrgw0EA1qd40m9o1_500.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS THIS THIS. :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24402601652669009-6094412331061633160?l=imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com/feeds/6094412331061633160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-this-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24402601652669009/posts/default/6094412331061633160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24402601652669009/posts/default/6094412331061633160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-this-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Marla Dominguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05099599018513930150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OMPTb9Kwe-g/TdYXRe7wnyI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/X3RHztQH7QM/s220/dsgfvsd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iFP_reqb3A/TdtwW6wVhZI/AAAAAAAAABA/5Y7l3eMCgfU/s72-c/tumblr_lgblrgw0EA1qd40m9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24402601652669009.post-6080386312412052194</id><published>2011-05-23T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T01:53:43.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VBsbgXOXHME/TdogP5WQoyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EcGTjch4TJg/s1600/tumblr_lll08gKfkb1qbpwzeo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="91" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VBsbgXOXHME/TdogP5WQoyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EcGTjch4TJg/s320/tumblr_lll08gKfkb1qbpwzeo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So.. Does this mean, our relationship, is the best? =)) HAHA!! ♥ Our relationship, really began unexpectedly. Never have I thought, that he'll be my boyfriend. I never had a crush on him. So, it was a real shocker. Heehee. I'm so glad that I have him. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24402601652669009-6080386312412052194?l=imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com/feeds/6080386312412052194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com/2011/05/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24402601652669009/posts/default/6080386312412052194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24402601652669009/posts/default/6080386312412052194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com/2011/05/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Marla Dominguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05099599018513930150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OMPTb9Kwe-g/TdYXRe7wnyI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/X3RHztQH7QM/s220/dsgfvsd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VBsbgXOXHME/TdogP5WQoyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EcGTjch4TJg/s72-c/tumblr_lll08gKfkb1qbpwzeo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24402601652669009.post-8687359884724404913</id><published>2011-05-22T20:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T20:18:42.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTCXq07_udU/TdnRz0lXlDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/I7O9bDfLj_c/s1600/tumblr_llm2azutxZ1qhsszvo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTCXq07_udU/TdnRz0lXlDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/I7O9bDfLj_c/s320/tumblr_llm2azutxZ1qhsszvo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know why.. But every time he talks to some other girl, my heart just sinks. :( And... Well, the reason is.. ^THAT. I'm crazily insecure, okay.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24402601652669009-8687359884724404913?l=imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com/feeds/8687359884724404913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-dont-know-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24402601652669009/posts/default/8687359884724404913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24402601652669009/posts/default/8687359884724404913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Marla Dominguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05099599018513930150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OMPTb9Kwe-g/TdYXRe7wnyI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/X3RHztQH7QM/s220/dsgfvsd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTCXq07_udU/TdnRz0lXlDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/I7O9bDfLj_c/s72-c/tumblr_llm2azutxZ1qhsszvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24402601652669009.post-3255122262764717890</id><published>2011-05-20T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T07:28:17.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS EXPLAINS A LOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1BpRQPV1Ztk/TdZ6VIsF4JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NT0xVJ9rlkc/s1600/tumblr_llbekszqoa1qb7tnno1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="39" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1BpRQPV1Ztk/TdZ6VIsF4JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NT0xVJ9rlkc/s320/tumblr_llbekszqoa1qb7tnno1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SO SELF-EXPLANATORY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24402601652669009-3255122262764717890?l=imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com/feeds/3255122262764717890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-explains-lot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24402601652669009/posts/default/3255122262764717890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24402601652669009/posts/default/3255122262764717890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-explains-lot.html' title='THIS EXPLAINS A LOT.'/><author><name>Marla Dominguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05099599018513930150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OMPTb9Kwe-g/TdYXRe7wnyI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/X3RHztQH7QM/s220/dsgfvsd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1BpRQPV1Ztk/TdZ6VIsF4JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NT0xVJ9rlkc/s72-c/tumblr_llbekszqoa1qb7tnno1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24402601652669009.post-6202432459754954567</id><published>2011-05-20T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T00:45:27.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love with my own sin. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Isn't it nice, waking up in the morning, knowing there's a reason for you to do so? :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I think it is. 'Cause I, myself, have a reason to wake up every morning. :) Well, there are lots of reasons, actually. But there's one special reason. :) It's cause of my &lt;i&gt;boyfriend&lt;/i&gt;. :) Sure, he's not "Mr. Perfect" to some other people. But to me, &lt;i&gt;his flaws are the best things about him&lt;/i&gt;. It's what makes him, who he is right now. A guy I care a lot for. A guy I truly love. A guy who means a lot to me. A guy who is my better half. :) He's been with me through it all, for 9 &amp;amp; 1/2 months now. Despite how my attitude is, he never left me, when he had all the reasons to leave. He's like a &lt;i&gt;brother, father, best friend, boyfriend&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;all-in-one. :) I'm truly grateful that I found &lt;i&gt;someone like him. Someone who won't judge me for whatever I do. Someone who inspires me to excel in all my doings. Someone who teaches me what's right from wrong. Someone who makes me smile, in my saddest times. Someone who thinks I'm "perfect" beyond all my imperfections. Someone who's thankful to have me in his life. &lt;/i&gt;Within the almost-10 months we've spent with each other, I've felt true love. No matter how far I was from him, he still tried his best to talk to me. But, except this Summer. He has been very busy, and 'cause they've got no internet connection at home. Cause he's not here in the Philippines. That sucks so much, actually. But, I appreciate the fact that whenever he's out, and finds WiFi, he instantly messages me on facebook. Asking how I'm doing, have I been eating right, and so much more. I also randomly message him that I love him, and stuff, he does the same as well. He's been such a great boyfriend, even though sometimes, we lack communication. :) I love him with all my heart. I can't wait to see him. I can't wait to be wrapped in his arms again. I can't wait to kiss him. I simply can't wait to be with him. :) I love you, baby! Thank you for everything. I miss you, loads! See you in a few weeks. :* &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4aC_7xEVm4c/TdYbs8Op6XI/AAAAAAAAAAw/T0M9-gWw5Sg/s1600/DSC00802-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4aC_7xEVm4c/TdYbs8Op6XI/AAAAAAAAAAw/T0M9-gWw5Sg/s320/DSC00802-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Photo taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When : December 16, 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Where : Outside of 1-A classroom @ OBMCI GH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Freshmen Christmas Party '10.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, that's our first decent picture together. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pardon me, for not being vain when I'm with him. Teehee.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24402601652669009-6202432459754954567?l=imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com/feeds/6202432459754954567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-in-love-with-my-own-sin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24402601652669009/posts/default/6202432459754954567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24402601652669009/posts/default/6202432459754954567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-in-love-with-my-own-sin.html' title='I&apos;m in love with my own sin. ♥'/><author><name>Marla Dominguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05099599018513930150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OMPTb9Kwe-g/TdYXRe7wnyI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/X3RHztQH7QM/s220/dsgfvsd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4aC_7xEVm4c/TdYbs8Op6XI/AAAAAAAAAAw/T0M9-gWw5Sg/s72-c/DSC00802-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24402601652669009.post-8747935106353679037</id><published>2011-05-20T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T00:30:07.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Within my circle of friends, I think I'm the worst-looking one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ever since I met people who looks absolutely stunning, I've felt very uncomfortable with how I look like. I've been so conscious on what I wear, and all those things. It's like, no matter how hard I try to look as decent as possible, it just ain't enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;In my group of friends, there are many girls who're very pretty. I think, out of 10, I'm the least pretty. I swear. I don't feel good about how I look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;But then again, God made me this way. I should be happy. Whenever I'm down, I just tell myself, "I'm beautiful in my way, 'cause God makes no mistakes." (Inspired by Lady Gaga's song, Born This Way.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;But I really wish, I can improve more on how I look like. Insecurities can kill, sometimes. Teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24402601652669009-8747935106353679037?l=imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com/feeds/8747935106353679037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com/2011/05/within-my-circle-of-friends-i-think-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24402601652669009/posts/default/8747935106353679037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24402601652669009/posts/default/8747935106353679037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectthewayiam.blogspot.com/2011/05/within-my-circle-of-friends-i-think-im.html' title='Within my circle of friends, I think I&apos;m the worst-looking one.'/><author><name>Marla Dominguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05099599018513930150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OMPTb9Kwe-g/TdYXRe7wnyI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/X3RHztQH7QM/s220/dsgfvsd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
