<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 02 Sep 2024 00:04:57 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>eye CANdies</category><category>fast food fiction</category><category>Non-fictional shots</category><title>The Best Friend Theory</title><description></description><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-2937253719301332513</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2011 06:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-17T02:08:50.762-07:00</atom:updated><title>Of Turning Tables, Eleven Minutes and Breakfast at Tiffany&#39;s</title><atom:summary type="text">
Keeping passion at bay or surrendering blindly to it – which of these two attitudes is the least destructive? I don’t know.-Eleven Minutes
Let me talk about that thin line between being insensitive and careful. When I was younger, I must say that I did not have restraint. I will assume wholeheartedly, fall in love fully, and get my heart broken carelessly. But that’s just it, right? In the end, </atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2011/05/of-turning-tables-eleven-minutes-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-3010490175309034708</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Apr 2011 05:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-30T07:27:22.470-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Non-fictional shots</category><title>Confessions of a Love Drunk (Fool)</title><atom:summary type="text">
Last night, a friend of mine drunk-texted me and said, “Hindi ko na kaya. Mahal na mahal ko pala sya. Parang wala lang sa kanya.”, and I got into thinking of how life can be one helluva stage. You get by your day to day activities, doing your part and not minding that annoying voice in your head that repeatedly tells you to feel. When you finally welcome this semblance of freedom from all your </atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2011/04/confessions-of-love-drunk-fool.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-6617439551926362930</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2011 13:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-07T05:07:53.897-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">eye CANdies</category><title>The Limit</title><atom:summary type="text">

 
 </atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2011/03/limit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzITgUZa5CYcu_xQ_V_Xhtqh3mNSnO5iQnnXp4SRKGtJGaTdOU6YZ4iKnhMCCbjJUMx3SFXaCK_gWc39XEsIgunSmVggVHQSLCvE8I5MzWzb38v4jcMlKQe1fZXZ5g5O8LEYI5qDfcWm9L/s72-c/all+i+got.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-4981992614093729549</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Feb 2011 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-28T09:48:08.415-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m sorry. But sometimes, it still hurts.

 
 </atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-sorry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-1139488341705593730</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Feb 2011 06:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-21T22:25:30.138-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fast food fiction</category><title>The Cycle</title><atom:summary type="text">
“I am absolutely certain that despite the odds, I love her.”
She looks at him, with pursed lips and a raised eyebrow while signaling to the obviously eavesdropping waiter to give them an ashtray. “Well, I know exactly how you feel. Although, I still cannot grasp your brilliant idea of ‘fessing up to me when you cannot even find it in your heart to reveal the identity of this muse of yours. You </atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2011/02/cycle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-6684440069128408862</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Dec 2010 02:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-22T18:55:05.746-08:00</atom:updated><title>Love Letter No. __.</title><atom:summary type="text"> 
    
	 

	
	 

	Dear You, 

	Last night, in between that unrecognizable silence after the first song and before the next, I would find myself reaching out for your hand, only that I did not see your hand, and more significantly, that you were not there. I did look for you, in the crowd, so exhaustively that it seemed appropriate to shout. 

	Breaking away from the party, I looked up and watched</atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-letter-no.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-1629866397650180452</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2010 23:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-20T15:55:49.863-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Non-fictional shots</category><title>Love and Football</title><atom:summary type="text">I think, LOVE really is more like football, you work hard in trying to defend your goal, and it takes some time before you can score a point or two, but when you do, everyone who’s been watching you and supporting you from the sidelines celebrate with you.&amp;nbsp;And even if you don’t, you’ll be happy to call it a day, hope for the best and be thankful that you survived the game, with a little </atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-and-football.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-6412791767363877429</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2010 07:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-29T23:32:16.421-08:00</atom:updated><title>Kapanahunan nanaman...</title><atom:summary type="text"> 
    
	... ng mga malalamig na mga gabi, 
	... ng bibingka, puto-bumbong at simbang gabi.
	... ng bigayan ng regalo, tanggapan ng regalo, batuhan ng regalo.
	... ng mga hawakan ng kamay, bahaginan ng salaysay, labing nagdadantay, 
	... ng paglalambingan. kasentihan, masinsinang usapan at &quot;emotional&quot;  sapakan.

	
	PASKO na... susundan nanaman ang TALA.
 
  </atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2010/11/kapanahunan-nanaman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-7527374318063732783</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Nov 2010 05:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-25T21:46:20.406-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text"> 
    
	 

	&quot;You know that thing that when God closes a door, he opens a window? Well, sometimes out of nowhere he’ll throw you one better. He’ll take a whole wall down... &quot;

	-GLEE 2.08 &quot;FURT&quot;
 
  </atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-that-thing-that-when-god.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-3275456546290080910</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2010 02:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-23T01:45:04.559-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Non-fictional shots</category><title>The Rambling</title><atom:summary type="text">
Here’s what I need you to do. I need you to get over yourself and stop basking in the glory of being my “the one.” And when I blog about love, please don’t arrogantly presume that it is your love that I speak of.

When people tease me about not being able to move on from this one great love, don’t give me that knowing smile that glorifies your certainty of it being you.

If I say that I don’t </atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2010/11/rambling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-5158255250782909541</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2010 06:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-21T22:03:01.731-08:00</atom:updated><title>Throwing the Trash</title><atom:summary type="text"> 
    
	 

	When you make fun of my heart,

	You don’t make fun of me

	But of the you that my heart

	Found so worthy to love.

	 

	When you mock what I felt,

	you don’t mock my love

	But the friendship

	that we once so proudly spoke of.

	 

	When you make fun of yourself

	and decide to mock this friendship,

	You help me not regret

	pretending we never met.

	 

	Now, go play with your </atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2010/11/throwing-trash.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-5741250166846202437</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Nov 2010 05:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-07T21:38:52.153-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Quitter</title><atom:summary type="text"> 
     
  </atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2010/11/quitter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-8834428263083979159</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2010 03:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-06T20:23:02.407-07:00</atom:updated><title>VALUABLE THINGS</title><atom:summary type="text"> 
     
  </atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2010/11/valuable-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-3423187848040201758</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Nov 2010 07:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-05T01:13:56.719-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">eye CANdies</category><title>CUSTOMIZED LOVE</title><atom:summary type="text"></atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2010/11/customized-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-6638677380385686778</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Nov 2010 05:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-05T01:13:38.996-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">eye CANdies</category><title>The Why&amp;#39;s of Today</title><atom:summary type="text"></atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-of-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-1766068082887280192</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Oct 2010 16:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-19T09:44:34.873-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">eye CANdies</category><title>Promising Things</title><atom:summary type="text">

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</atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2010/10/promising-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFm-OSIY78qmvpd8d1zxa_GS8RTxC1ruJG2E6LkL_kVAtg6_7aBYv9V83ytvdS7UlPoiBZpoOiOZDQ2Ni1meyN1jzx_W4O-Dme4mkk6Mlor6Ug1y1yMDHNg7RaG75WaQ2KvlGq0-ufxXE/s72-c/Promising+things.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-4389005387489926486</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2010 07:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-19T05:56:43.872-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fast food fiction</category><title>The Missed Moment</title><atom:summary type="text">

Here we are, having coffee at the exact table where we’d write messages on napkins, suggest songs to listen to, find reasons to talk under the guise of casual cigarette breaks and pretend to study. I can’t believe it’s been years. Looking at her now, one moment kept playing in my head, a moment that happened three years ago.------------------------------------------------------------
I knew she</atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2010/10/missed-moment.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZfsfQt38v1-eFxYiDbjDZ4dYUcwnzW5eBDYeUW5hZmvnNZXRVrosjsyS3UPHbZlMLuf9K3DbsVLdHWrIKT6KV5-hBG-hK3swo9frDBBTUD-S2UzvKtfQM7vJpMtNsVSJFr-j7N08qxcF/s72-c/the+missed+moment.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-3849525359884575535</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Oct 2010 13:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-14T06:46:37.519-07:00</atom:updated><title>From Nothing</title><atom:summary type="text">

 
</atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2010/10/from-nothing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMne8w4finu3RuZOB1p14NO25hXKrlooknax0jk_VfA6AKCj48oKaRQ_T4tvrBqF2m7DGhexXBryQN9y4cLk8jyYBanMXZm5CHT5ZM3wZWiHj-gYQkPU_d5xZZ8jDzj6eb6X7Jszh8yYEm/s72-c/From+Nothing.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-1667799954486642593</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Oct 2010 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-14T06:24:16.800-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">eye CANdies</category><title>Love and Fear</title><atom:summary type="text">

 
</atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-and-fear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkOdVc_3LG14hIu39geUWxONDwcORBiTuOfSKkYvL0un2fdHoQX9jgUNkBhhpFlLaZNOOqhLLrfk_2bp_ZWA7D5zAenhRSvPU8mBhqO-6ZcqTkfDKvhwZmvuKgBJ7Aun-eTVUm0I7_EhWY/s72-c/Love+and+Fear.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-5892287279894261918</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Oct 2010 05:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-13T22:13:00.188-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">eye CANdies</category><title>The Negative Pregnant</title><atom:summary type="text">

 
</atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2010/10/negative-pregnant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4yDTScpofOb0rZjVuHM8D-v9i75YPaFtbkCDN5hWYlVe1spgU4MN35oRXuCiN0qoMp0o9fzDq8-cRH2Aj0ZkXvGYa48fNqAnkt0JjDPBT0zXyE40kCcnQgSKgSIO6YE9lWPWuiMe2mZQ/s72-c/NEGATIVE+PREGNANT.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-3004798672311505452</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Oct 2010 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-13T22:01:48.216-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">eye CANdies</category><title>Reality and Madness</title><atom:summary type="text">

 
</atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2010/10/reality-and-madness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzB5Y_Rrk20GYg5lHwJTZpwLlYDK2CjngZ3YuzkO-Y4XWw9qIRiizXjckZDeYib-fklzUGG7SXiFgiVj8xAjcfiWA5tF8eRQ1G8MpvJudSP2UY7y7LYuEkCBVvAsNog3PsJ5mwpb_dDloe/s72-c/Reality+and+Madness.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-172988798452479886</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Oct 2010 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-13T09:28:16.866-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fast food fiction</category><title>The One You Know</title><atom:summary type="text">
  
This scene is too familiar. I know and remember their faces, the tone of their laugh, the way they hold their glasses and raise them for another foolishly pointless toast. Everything looks the same, yet, somehow, they seem totally different. &amp;nbsp;
“Stay.” I heard him whisper as he put his arm around me, comfortably, almost arrogantly. I remained still, refusing to be disrupted in my </atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-you-know.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-3902258663401924207</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Oct 2010 08:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-13T21:31:10.826-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Non-fictional shots</category><title>The Correspondence</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear You,
Please do not think that I have, even for a second, forgotten my quest to finally find you, to finally find us. I do get it. I do get why I haven’t met you yet. I sometimes find myself uttering defensive statements like, “I don’t see myself getting married in the near future, not even in the far future.” Or “I am content with being who I am, single and fabulous.”, and honestly, I mean </atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2010/10/correspondence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-5272860918327711284</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Oct 2010 07:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-14T17:37:55.290-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">eye CANdies</category><title>Best Foot Forward</title><atom:summary type="text">



</atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-foot-forward.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVg2Xup5tMCoexlI3F49PNfU3XbCwkyEla2sbAKPXCx931_7yVuymN_ombw9FqHIPxhvLOfRqLk36C52xpU7zrXtCb10HeN4su0co3_XTNMk_Y1oy6tIGpDEuFVEBQu-BbUxzASWbwMIuD/s72-c/BEST+FOOT+FORWARD.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892874206249472663.post-1651196236216448655</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Oct 2010 05:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-14T17:38:01.795-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">eye CANdies</category><title>The Mirror</title><atom:summary type="text">



</atom:summary><link>http://thebestfriendtheory.blogspot.com/2010/10/mirror.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Legally Blunt)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Ij0qe962PVYM2kwkhuJYogBqcdhnh9En681bjKVSWD7UX7kN391dyZePmm19q6CxhDMev7xDfshT1qHZ1Z7Jkw2vzntWH8ioODFcJh6Q9tF4Q1jb3OM9UUK7XRaeOOU-lun8VpfYAwGR/s72-c/Mirror.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>