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        <title>Staring blankly into space</title>
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        <pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 16:19:00 +0000</pubDate>
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                <title>On Writing</title>
                <link>http://tala.i.ph/blogs/tala/?p=9</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 16:19:00 +0000</pubDate>
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                                <description><![CDATA[&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Back in high school, I have written very often on my blogs (yes, I had multiple blog accounts). It didn't matter if it was pretty lame or anything; I knew I just had to write down eveyrthing I felt and thought of. But that turned out to be the...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="justify">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Back in high school, I have written very often on my blogs (yes, I had multiple blog accounts). It didn't matter if it was pretty lame or anything; I knew I just had to write down eveyrthing I felt and thought of. But that turned out to be the biggest mistake I've done during those four years. I've said too much, and now I can't take back everything. I've hurt a lot of people, including myself.</p><p align="justify">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That's probably why I kept a lot of things to myself, and lost my passion for writing. I realized that people do not really care about what you felt and thought anyway, and finding it out on my own was pretty painful. I really didn't want to shut myself away from the world completely; I just don't know what else to say and have lost the heart for writing.</p><p align="justify">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I guess one of the factors that made lose that spark for writing is college. I go to a university which requires a lot of reflection papers to be written and... I don't know, maybe I just got fed up of it? It seems pretty ironic, to be honest, since the university trains us to write effectively. But I eventually got tired and felt that I'm not as good as I think I am.</p><p align="justify">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Ah well, I still have this site as my outlet, right? Maybe it's time for me to revive my love for writing through this =)</p>]]></content:encoded>
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                <title>Today.</title>
                <link>http://tala.i.ph/blogs/tala/?p=8</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Mar 2007 12:41:00 +0000</pubDate>
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                                <description><![CDATA[A text message from Iyay that came in this morning woke me up. Her report card was on hold since she used her camera during the graduation ceremony. I was like WTF MEHN. She told me to bring a yellow pad because she'll write a letter to our principal. I...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>             <font face="verdana,geneva" size="2">A text message from Iyay that came in this morning woke me up. Her report card was on hold since she used her camera during the graduation ceremony. I was like WTF MEHN. She told me to bring a yellow pad because she'll write a letter to our principal. I hurriedly took a bath and dressed up, stuffed the yellow pad inside my bag and rushed to the school, thinking that they won't release my report card too. I didn't do anything bad, really, but what if? My paranoia just kicked in yet again.</font></p><p><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2">As soon as my dad stopped the car in front of our building, I got out and made my way to the entrance. The lady guard stopped me.</font></p><p><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2">&quot;Miss, bawal ang shorts,&quot; said the guard.<br />I ogled at her. &quot;HUH? Bakit??&quot;, I said.<br />&quot;Dress code po kasi.&quot; said the guard.<br />Man, I said to myself, hanggang ngayon pa rin ba na graduate na kami ginigipit pa rin kami ng school na 'to? Deym. &quot;Mainit naman ha. Di pa rin pwede?&quot; I told her.<br />&quot;Sorry, 'di talaga eh. Bakit kasi ganyan ka-iksi 'yang shorts mo? *points at my shorts* Bakit kasi hindi ganun *points at my batchmate* ang suot mo?&quot;<br />&quot;Fine, uuwi na lang ako uli para magpalit. *makes irap*&quot;</font></p><p><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2">I called Iyay up to tell her that the lady guard said I can't get in. I started walking back to our car to tell my dad how corny my school is and all. Someone shouted my name, and I turned to check who it was. It was Sir Castro or Iyay, I think? Suddenly it hit me that I'm so lucky! Our classroom's just beside the parking lot AND the window is beside the teacher's desk. I walked towards the classroom window, made chikka with my classmates and Sir Castro, gave Iyay the yellow pad, and got my card. Hah, <em>naisahan ko si ate</em> lady guard :&gt;</font></p><p><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2">Too bad I couldn't confirm my AdMU slot yet. I planned on talking to the school registrar for my form 137 (whatever that is) but then I couldn't get in, right? Some other day then. <em>Sayang lang talaga, dala ko na lahat ng </em>requirements<em> ko eh</em>... :-&lt;</font></p><p><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2">Just when I began to think that I will miss my school, this suddenly happens. Nice one. NICE ONE. </font></p><p><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2">BTW, thanks Lola Dennis. You're the best <em>talaga.</em></font>          </p>]]></content:encoded>
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                <title>Things I could've done, but didn't.</title>
                <link>http://tala.i.ph/blogs/tala/?p=7</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2007 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate>
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                                <description><![CDATA[Here&rsquo;s something that I posted last August 21, 2006 at 10:23 pm. I can&rsquo;t believe that I actually made a list, really. Did I achieve everything that I wanted to do? Let&rsquo;s just see. The italicized texts are my side comments.&nbsp;THINGS I SHOULD DO BEFORE I GRADUATE - Study REAL...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<font face="verdana,geneva" size="2">Here&rsquo;s something that I posted last August 21, 2006 at 10:23 pm. I can&rsquo;t believe that I actually made a list, really. Did I achieve everything that I wanted to do? Let&rsquo;s just see. The italicized texts are my side comments.</font><p align="left"><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2">&nbsp;</font></p><p align="left"><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"><strong><u>THINGS I SHOULD DO BEFORE I GRADUATE</u></strong><br /> - Study REAL hard <strong><em>(nah, I didn&rsquo;t.)</em></strong><br /> - Go to Amici in Don Bosco Makati with Alexandra and pig out! :D (<strong><em>we haven&rsquo;t done this! Huhuhu)<br /> </em></strong>- Watch Ang Paglilitis ni Mang Serapio (the Sibol version) <strong><em>(nooooo&hellip; the only sibol play I watched is the new Sinta)</em></strong><br /> - Lose the 11lbs. (or probably even more) I gained when I got sick <strong><em>(they said I got thinner, but I did gain more weight. demmit.)</em></strong><br /> - Fall in love (?) <strong><em>(I don&rsquo;t know about this one hahahah)</em></strong><br /> - Know HIM better (and maybe even ask HIM to the ball) :&gt; <strong><em>(We got to know each other, but I didn&rsquo;t ask him to the ball.)</em></strong><br /> - Learn how to put on makeup properly <strong><em>(yes, I did learn how to do this hahaha!)</em></strong><br /> - Pass the UP, Ateneo and De La Salle entrance tests <strong><em>(I passed Ateneo and De La Salle all right. Not UP though)</em></strong><br /> - Look for a ball date <strong><em>(I had to find one)</em></strong><br /> - ...or maybe not :) <strong><em>(&hellip;coz my parents didn&rsquo;t want me to go alone haha)</em></strong><br /> - Not pick the weird-tasting chocolates <strong><em>(heehee)</em></strong><br /> - Bond with ABCGH <strong><em>(I don&rsquo;t know about this one. We&rsquo;re drifting apart.)</em></strong><br /> - Play badminton with Zig and the Petines sisters every Saturday :)) <strong><em>(naaaah.)</em></strong><br /> - Go out with IV-1 every monthsary :D <strong><em>(We hardly get to go out nga eh!)</em></strong><br /> - Have intelligent conversations with my friends <strong><em>(Hahaha.)</em></strong><br /> - NOT worry about the future <strong><em>(fat chance of happening hahaha) (It didn&rsquo;t happen demmit)</em></strong><br /> - Carpe Diem!!! <strong><em>(I did. Sort of.)</em></strong><br /> - Hug Dada Dante whenever I see him roaming around in school <strong><em>(He won&rsquo;t allow me to do s</em>o </strong><strong>*sad face*</strong><strong><em>)</em></strong></font><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"><br /> - Meet more people <strong><em>(uhh&hellip;.)</em></strong><br /> - Learn how to not exceed my 800 phone plan <strong><em>(I even reached 5k.)</em></strong><br /> - Upload the IV-1 retreat pics <strong><em>(Yes I DID THIS HAHAHA)</em></strong><br /> - Not be cranky when I feel like shit <strong><em>(Well, sometimes.)</em></strong><br /> - Watch more telenovelas and koreanovelas <strong><em>(PRINCESS HOURS/GOONG is &lt;3)</em></strong><br /> - Watch more movies <strong><em>(HAHA HELL NO)</em></strong><br /> - Be nicer to other people <strong><em>(Did I become nicer?)</em></strong><br /> - Shop for clothes and shoes with my mother <strong><em>(This happened :D)</em></strong><br /> - Find my Principe Azul <strong><em>(hahaha)</em></strong><br /> - Actually read my school text books <strong><em>(HELL NO LOLZ)</em></strong><br /> - Read more books <strong><em>(I&rsquo;m a Paulo Coelho fan now hahah)</em></strong><br /> - Hug my friends whenever I see them <strong><em>(Yeah I do this)</em></strong></font></p><p align="left"><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"><strong><em><br /></em></strong></font></p><p align="left"><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2">Hay four more days before graduation. Will I miss it?</font></p><p align="left"><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"><br /></font></p><p align="left"><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"><br /></font></p><p align="left"><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"><br /></font></p><p align="left"><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2">Yeah, I will.</font></p>]]></content:encoded>
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                <title>Sigh.</title>
                <link>http://tala.i.ph/blogs/tala/?p=6</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 09 Mar 2007 19:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
                <dc:creator>tala</dc:creator>
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                                <description><![CDATA[&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;I could have. What does this phrase mean? At any given moment in our lives, there are certain things that could have happened but didn&rsquo;t. The magic moments go unrecognized, and then suddenly, the hand of destiny changes everything.&rdquo; -Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="justify"><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"><em>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;I could have</em>. What does this phrase mean? At any given moment in our lives, there are certain things that could have happened but didn&rsquo;t. The magic moments go unrecognized, and then suddenly, the hand of destiny changes everything.&rdquo;</font></p>    <p align="right"><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2">-Paulo Coelho, </font><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"><em>By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept</em></font></p><p align="left"><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2">&nbsp;<br />]]></content:encoded>
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                <title>A Sudden Fit of Nostalgia</title>
                <link>http://tala.i.ph/blogs/tala/?p=5</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 24 Feb 2007 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
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                                <description><![CDATA[Wow, high school sure is quick, eh? Let's rewind for a few moments, shall we? Back to the year 2003, the year I graduated from grade school. I had mixed feelings. Apprehension. Confusion. Weariness. Nostalgia (and all that crap).]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2">Wow, high school sure is quick, eh? Let's rewind for a few moments, shall we?</font></p> <p><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2">Back to the year 2003, the year I graduated from grade school. I had mixed feelings.</font></p> <p><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2">Apprehension.<br /> Confusion.<br /> Weariness.<br /> Nostalgia (and all that crap).</font><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"> ]]></content:encoded>
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                <title>Gahd, I wanted you so badly</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 17 Mar 2006 10:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
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                                <description><![CDATA[Oh boy. I&rsquo;m so done. I only got 2 hours of sleep. Let me tell you what happened. 03.16.06, 22:00 PM &ndash; Went online. 03.16.06, 23:00 PM &ndash; Still online, laughing my ass off because Bianca and EJ had their occasional fits of weirdness. 03.17.06, 00:00 AM &ndash; Went offline...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2">Oh boy. I&rsquo;m so done.</font></p> <p><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2">I only got 2 hours of sleep. Let me tell you what happened.</font></p> <p><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2">03.16.06, 22:00 PM &ndash; Went online.<br /> 03.16.06, 23:00 PM &ndash; Still online, laughing my ass off because Bianca and EJ had their occasional fits of weirdness.<br /> 03.17.06, 00:00 AM &ndash; Went offline in hopes of finishing the literary criticism paper.<br /> 03.17.06, 00:15 AM &ndash; Went online again, gave up on the friggin paper. Was greeted by Gab&rsquo;s window which contained, &ldquo;I SOOOOO HATE RUSTOM PADILLA!&rdquo; Talked about gay bitches and me wanting to give them gays bitch slaps.<br /> 03.17.06, 01:00 AM &ndash; Turned senti because of what Gab and I were talking. Non-existent love lives amp.<br /> 03.17.06, 01:30 AM &ndash; Really got depressed. Talked to Ziggy, Alexandra and Danica about senti crap.<br /> 03.17.06, 02:00 AM &ndash; lalalala&hellip;<br /> 03.17.06, 03:00 AM &ndash; Tried working on the paper again. Nothing happened.<br /> 03.17.06, 03:30 AM &ndash; Completely forgot that I still had chatmates. Was laughing like a lunatic because I was reading old YM conversations that really cracked me up. Persuaded Ziggy to stay online for me.<br /> 03.17.06, 04:00 AM &ndash; Gab and Ziggy went offline at last. Went offline too. Thought it might be best if I, at least, put an effort on revising the paper.<br /> 03.17.06, 05:00 AM &ndash; I&rsquo;m pooped and I decided to hit the sack.<br /> 03.17.06, 07:30 AM &ndash; Woke up and was determined to finish the paper.<br /> 03.17.06, 10:00 AM &ndash; Finally finished teh paper. CONGRATULATE ME!! =))</font></p> <p><font face="verdana,geneva" size="2">Well, most of stuff written in the time line was fabricated. You see, I wouldn&rsquo;t want to tell everything, diba diba? :P ]]></content:encoded>
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