<?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-8677959491530334852</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:31:53.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBGandanghari | My personal blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbgandanghari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677959491530334852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbgandanghari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BB Gandanghari</name><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/_ywzKOU_fXtA/SciWyNZ_lcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tlZLijzSrzQ/S220/bbg2.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-8677959491530334852.post-9060085694323176522</id><published>2009-05-05T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T02:13:25.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a while...</title><summary type='text'>Life is an artwork in progress. It is an endearing adventure. A train that takes us into our own unique journeys. And the journey unfolds the masterpiece we are meant to be.But along the way, we need those occasional breaks: the step back from the adventure; the replenishing relaxation; the time to just let the universe take its course. These breaks are the moments when the lessons we learned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbgandanghari.blogspot.com/feeds/9060085694323176522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbgandanghari.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-while.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677959491530334852/posts/default/9060085694323176522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677959491530334852/posts/default/9060085694323176522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbgandanghari.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-while.html' title='For a while...'/><author><name>BB Gandanghari</name><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/_ywzKOU_fXtA/SciWyNZ_lcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tlZLijzSrzQ/S220/bbg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677959491530334852.post-3649063786394065526</id><published>2009-04-24T22:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:39:36.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time For Change!</title><summary type='text'>“Rules,” Franklin D. Roosevelt once said, “are not necessarily sacred, principles are.” The incident that happened to me and my friends on the night of April 23 is an example of rules violating the principles which motivate humanity to live in equality, to treat each other with respect, and to uphold each other’s dignity.I was all set to watch Rannie Raymundo’s show in Metrowalk. Dee and my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbgandanghari.blogspot.com/feeds/3649063786394065526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbgandanghari.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-for-change.html#comment-form' title='134 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677959491530334852/posts/default/3649063786394065526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677959491530334852/posts/default/3649063786394065526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbgandanghari.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-for-change.html' title='Time For Change!'/><author><name>BB Gandanghari</name><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/_ywzKOU_fXtA/SciWyNZ_lcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tlZLijzSrzQ/S220/bbg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>134</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677959491530334852.post-2255245952597997252</id><published>2009-04-23T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:49:28.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When eyes meet</title><summary type='text'>It was the first time I met my mother since I returned to the Philippines.  I wasn’t a bit nervous, just worried that her eyes might betray feelings contrary to her supportive words in her media interviews.  After all, our eyes are the mouthpiece of our souls, of our intentions, of what is behind every utterance, of what beats beneath our skin. But feelings of worry aside, I was very excited to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbgandanghari.blogspot.com/feeds/2255245952597997252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbgandanghari.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-eyes-meet.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677959491530334852/posts/default/2255245952597997252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677959491530334852/posts/default/2255245952597997252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbgandanghari.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-eyes-meet.html' title='When eyes meet'/><author><name>BB Gandanghari</name><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/_ywzKOU_fXtA/SciWyNZ_lcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tlZLijzSrzQ/S220/bbg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677959491530334852.post-2535969052927581134</id><published>2009-04-06T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:57:18.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Don't Lie to Me' BB Gandanghari</title><summary type='text'>This page requires a higher version browserFor the latest Philippine news stories and videos, visit GMANews.TVThe following questions won our "A question for BB" contest. We gave them to the writers for Showbiz Central; unfortunately, they were not the questions used by Showbiz Central.1. Do you want to wear a two piece in a cover of a magazine?(by Ghandia Lee on April 4, 2009)BB's Answer: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbgandanghari.blogspot.com/feeds/2535969052927581134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbgandanghari.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-lie-to-me-bb-gandanghari.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677959491530334852/posts/default/2535969052927581134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677959491530334852/posts/default/2535969052927581134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbgandanghari.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-lie-to-me-bb-gandanghari.html' title='&apos;Don&apos;t Lie to Me&apos; BB Gandanghari'/><author><name>BB Gandanghari</name><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/_ywzKOU_fXtA/SciWyNZ_lcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tlZLijzSrzQ/S220/bbg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677959491530334852.post-4829685287045478936</id><published>2009-04-03T10:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:31:48.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A question for BB</title><summary type='text'>Hi guys!On Sunday, I'll be hosting Showbiz Central and will be the guest in the Don't Lie to Me segment - scary but exciting! Hahahahaha :-)I'm thinking that the questions that I'll be answering will come from you guys. How's that! So if you're going to ask me a question answerable only by yes or no, what will it be?It's your time to ask those questions you've been meaning to ask BB. The top five</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbgandanghari.blogspot.com/feeds/4829685287045478936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbgandanghari.blogspot.com/2009/04/question-for-bb.html#comment-form' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677959491530334852/posts/default/4829685287045478936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677959491530334852/posts/default/4829685287045478936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbgandanghari.blogspot.com/2009/04/question-for-bb.html' title='A question for BB'/><author><name>BB Gandanghari</name><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/_ywzKOU_fXtA/SciWyNZ_lcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tlZLijzSrzQ/S220/bbg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677959491530334852.post-8545769715660362596</id><published>2009-03-30T11:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:51:10.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning</title><summary type='text'>Rustom was an obligation. Living as a man, whether as a straight or as a gay man, was suffocating for it is not an expression of what’s inside of me; it was an obligation required of me. Rustom is the Emperor’s New Clothes tailored using the finest threads.   Then the child inside of me began to point out: You have nothing on.  Now, nothing’s left but my nakedness. It’s what God sees when he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbgandanghari.blogspot.com/feeds/8545769715660362596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbgandanghari.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-box-bb-gandanghari.html#comment-form' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677959491530334852/posts/default/8545769715660362596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677959491530334852/posts/default/8545769715660362596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbgandanghari.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-box-bb-gandanghari.html' title='Beginning'/><author><name>BB Gandanghari</name><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/_ywzKOU_fXtA/SciWyNZ_lcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tlZLijzSrzQ/S220/bbg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry></feed>
