<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504652811081249212</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 03 Oct 2024 20:54:02 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Hypocrites</category><category>On Reality</category><title>The Naked Truth ~ Exposed</title><description>RANTINGS ABOUT THE WRONG IDEAS, FALSE BELIEFS AND THE FAT LIES PEOPLE OFTEN FABRICATE.  True Stories of real individuals who disgust me with the masks they have on.  So... cut the BS please!</description><link>http://thenakedtruthexposed.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (ALETHEIA)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:summary>RANTINGS ABOUT THE WRONG IDEAS, FALSE BELIEFS AND THE FAT LIES PEOPLE OFTEN FABRICATE. True Stories of real individuals who disgust me with the masks they have on. So... cut the BS please!</itunes:summary><itunes:subtitle>RANTINGS ABOUT THE WRONG IDEAS, FALSE BELIEFS AND THE FAT LIES PEOPLE OFTEN FABRICATE. True Stories of real individuals who disgust me with the masks they have on. So... cut the BS please!</itunes:subtitle><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504652811081249212.post-3205498078925677113</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 07:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-08T01:36:52.115-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hypocrites</category><title>All in your mind dear</title><description>Women/girls are known to be the biggest drama queens in the world &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i plead guilty)&lt;/span&gt;.  Making assumptions also add color to their resume &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(a so-so for me)&lt;/span&gt;.  Unfortunately, those unfortunate looking ones, in short ugly, are the baddest among us all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(well, I'm gorgeous, LMAO! Seriously :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We'll call her DQ&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; who is a friend, coz her sister is one of my best friends in college.  Since my bff is always out of reach (she's only aware of hieroglyphics), I keep chatting with DQ and all the other sisters.  She comes to me for advice about relationships, guys and the like.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DQ keeps on talking about this guy narrating all their would-be slash silent relationship. Silent, i mean, they are actually bf-gf in actions and in words but not officially lovers, at least, that's what she wants me to believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week ago, she gave me a copy of their entire chat, literally.  What do i care? Why do you think i would read all that crap when i have tons of other important things to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt; Fine. So, i stole a minute of my precious time reading it since her seem-to-be-fictitious love story got me curious. Darn, i was right all along. All my suspicions were true, the guy is not into her.  Reading that text made me wanna puke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I changed my mind to copy-paste the chat here but the main thing there is that DQ assumed that the guy really likes her, and thought he's just too shy to show his real feelings worrying it might ruin their friendship. It's like she made the first move for him to follow her lead. BUT, it did not work out the way she planned it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That move could have been okay if she delivered it right. He refused right away and said he doesn't like the stories he's been hearing and stuff like that. He even said he doesn't want anyone get their hopes up. Yet, it seemed like she did not get the message though.  I don't know, maybe she's really stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She juices up her stories sounding like a pathetic, disturbed girl who has not been laid for decades.  Haha, okay years.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it sounds condescending, but she makes it look that way, too easy. I don't want my sister, my friends, my loved ones nor my kids act that way.  That i always pray, may God forbid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing for sure, i did not tell her sister about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thenakedtruthexposed.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-in-your-mind-dear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ALETHEIA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504652811081249212.post-4209956185246143628</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 00:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-05T17:35:48.148-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hypocrites</category><title>The Booty~call</title><description>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/hypocrite"&gt;Dictionary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  defines HYPOCRITE as a person who pretends to have virtues, moral or religious beliefs, principles, etc., that he or she does not actually possess, esp. a person whose actions belie stated beliefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever met or encountered this kind of individual? I have. In fact, a lot of times. I want to share some of my stories with them one subject at a time. The rest will be in my future blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the story of the first hypocrite i know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I used to have a coworker whom i also considered a friend then. She is tall, very pretty, really sexy and even looks like a celebrity minus the bad breath (sorry!). We met in that company where we both worked at but she's been employed there for a couple of years that time i got hired.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I noticed that the guys in our workplace don't seem to respect her. They told me to stay away from her coz of her bad reputation. Some say that she is often seen holding hands with different males. I know it kinda hurts that some boy talks about your friend that way. I didn't wanna believe any of them. I don't judge a person by what other people say. They may just be jealous or anything.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As a friend, I always try to defend her and hang-out with her to get to know one another. She posed like a real good girl and told me a lot of people are envious of her. She then introduced me to her family and her mom always invites me to the house. Her parents like her to make friends with more girls than guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We share stories especially our love life. She told me about her long time boyfriend and how he's so crazy about her and all that crap. Finally, i got to meet him one time. He was based in the North East while she lives South East. Said he visits here once in a while. After a few days here, he went back to the north. A few weeks/months passed, i asked her how's her bf doing. She said, they broke up. Obviously, i felt bad for her, gave her encouraging words to lift her spirits up and try to forget the pain it caused her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A few months later, he came to visit again.  She was so happy telling me the good news that they get back together. I was happy too. Then, he left and they broke up again. He doesn't remember to call, text, email or any form of communication when he is in the other state. But when he comes back, they're like inseparable.  The same story happens over and over. What the heck? It came to a conclusion that she is somewhat a booty-call of some sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day, we met an italian guy while eating at subway.  He invited us to come over to his yacht that following weekend and she wants to go real bad.  I told her I'm not going cos I'm not comfortable with it and we don't even know this person.  Besides, I am engaged and she has a boyfriend for christ's sakes.  She got upset about my decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A couple more hang-outs later, she seem to be getting tired of my company :( even though i was always there to give a ride or buy her subway sandwich since she always say she doesn't have any cash on her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then i realized she loves to meet different guys and wants to spend time with them more rather than be with the same friend (me) every time.  My advices don't work with her.  As the saying goes "Birds of the same feather flock together".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally, i decided we don't have the same mindset and interests so i stayed away.  I cannot change her outlook on life yet i believe and hope she will learn on her own in due time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the way, i forgot to mention she's 21 years old and I was 29. Eight years age gap.  Though not to brag, people say they cannot distinguish our age difference by looks alone.  Sometimes, people say that she looks older than me.  I feel elated but i hear that too many times.  I also think they're just kissing my ass hoping they would score, LMAO! Would never happen in a million years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She did call me still, to ask for a ride but i denied her requests right away. I don't want to be her driver or financier. Since then, we don't talk anymore though we exchange hi's and hellos every time we see each other. Now, we don't see each other often coz i quit my job after having an incredibly adorable baby girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://thenakedtruthexposed.blogspot.com/2009/07/bootycall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ALETHEIA)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504652811081249212.post-1241099809591223887</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2009 05:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-04T11:10:57.659-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">On Reality</category><title>What this blog is about</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lying is a form of art for using words in order to make people believe the things people say.  BUT, why lie all the time? Even to the people you know for so long? This particular post concerns merely to the people i meet, some friends and people who i actually talk to oftentimes.  Later on, i will  also&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 149px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTxpx4ewx8wUzUcSMZ7_DB-lVYKLgHz8JkGFuOiIOFerV7ZqhqP-0ZuAgqN4LEBJ82Ub86bxWHEiS7C8SYZig3O7h-DuBVg-exbTGeoaTAuAlBdmcEixFUILnTUL0Y_ylnuiF8kNDpNQA/s320/images-4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354551524093130050" /&gt;include my experiences with people i do not know personally yet i think also lied about what they just said.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making up stories to make yourself look good or impress everybody is okay, i understand.  It's just that sometimes they overdo it and they really make it a habit to talk about these things that's even too far-fetched from reality.  Not to brag, but I can say that I'm a person who knows almost everything about life.  Not only am I smart but also I'm very sophisticated.  I have never been wrong in any of my judgment so far be it socially, emotionally, financially or whatever.  I may not know a couple things but i can learn.  At least, i admit to it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i don't really understand is that why lie to somebody really close to you and whom you know for a number of years, who's like a part of your life? That's one question I'm trying to seek an answer for and many more questions i have yet to discuss soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this blog will serve as a wake up call to whoever skillfully lies and to those who are often being lied to.  Time to wake up from your deep sleep biyotches!  This is The Naked Truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thenakedtruthexposed.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-dont-get-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ALETHEIA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTxpx4ewx8wUzUcSMZ7_DB-lVYKLgHz8JkGFuOiIOFerV7ZqhqP-0ZuAgqN4LEBJ82Ub86bxWHEiS7C8SYZig3O7h-DuBVg-exbTGeoaTAuAlBdmcEixFUILnTUL0Y_ylnuiF8kNDpNQA/s72-c/images-4.jpeg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>