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    <lastBuildDate>Fri, 23 Feb 2007 17:50:00 PST</lastBuildDate>
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      <title>the edge</title>
      <link>http://anatina.blogdrive.com/archive/117.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 23 Feb 2007 15:12:29 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
       There are days when I think I'm losing my edge. But usually that just happens when I have nothing to sink my teeth in. Lately I have though, and it's great. Maybe I'm just in search of validation. But I still have my edge. And then that just scares me. 

What happens now?

I honestly don't know.


Just when I think I've gotten everything under go control, there it goes again.

india.arie

corinne bailey rae

fiona apple

imogen heap

sarah maclachlan

Every song tells my story. 

Grabe. 

Gusto kong umiyak pero hindi ko kaya. 

I should just laugh it off.

Ha.

         
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      <title>nakakaraos na rin</title>
      <link>http://anatina.blogdrive.com/archive/116.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 22:18:59 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
    Wala lang.

Mukhang natapos na rin ang pagka-senti ko. Patawad na lang kung medyo malabo ang mga sinulat ko kahapon. Ang dami lang talagang mga g*go sa mundo. At syempre nakakamiss din ang pagdadrama ng walang dahilan, noh.

Isa akong masayang tao. Masayang-masayang masaya! 

Balewala na yung mga problema sa pag-ibig, hindi naman talaga yan problema e. Ako pa! Ako ata ang nagpasimuno ng buong kalokohan na ito. Medyo nababaliw lang naman ako paminsan-minsan pero sa totoo lang alam ko naman talaga na walang kwenta lahat ng pinagsasabi ko.  Tulad nga ng sabi ko dati, nag-iimbento ako ng... (more)</description>
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      <title>think of me</title>
      <link>http://anatina.blogdrive.com/archive/115.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2007 21:28:58 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 Not another Valentine's Day. I mean, who would be retarded enough to come up with such a lame excuse of sick commercial gimmickry? Call me cynical because I guess I am. Valentine's Day is yet another torture device for people who just don't happen to be happily coupled-up come February 14. Obviously I'd be singing a much different song had certain things been different in certain ways, and I admit that (yes, I do!). 

Denial, denial, denial. Over four months of relentless denial and you know what? Didn't quite work out for me. And the worst thing about is that, while I am sitting here in... (more)</description>
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      <title>cheese redux, or not</title>
      <link>http://anatina.blogdrive.com/archive/114.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 11 Feb 2007 12:13:57 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
    It's been a very long while since I last wrote a super saccharine, cringe-inducing piece, the kind of which filled pages and pages of my little plaid diaries. Funny, for as long as I can remember I've always been the cheesy, emotional, hopeless romantic one. I could elaborate on that phase of my life with sarcastic glee (after all, I am at my best when I make fun of myself at my worst) but that's a tried-and-tested route by now. I have sworn off everything cheesy and all that it implies. You can't blame me for that. I'd either have to be a complete masochist or just plain crazy if I'd... (more)</description>
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      <title>*sniff</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 09 Feb 2007 10:31:05 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
       Snow is cold. Very cold. And it makes me sick. But I still love it nonetheless. It's all gleaming white outside my window. Apparently the winter service that clears out the snow hasn't arrived yet and there's a soft blanket of white everywhere I look.  But my poor sick self has to stay in with my own version of something soft and white - a huge bundle of tissue paper that looks like it'll need replenishing soon.

Oh forget about the cold. I just couldn't resist! Another round of pictures and snowballs (and even more sniffles) but it was all worth it. 



         
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      <title>cadbury chocolate and peter petrelli</title>
      <link>http://anatina.blogdrive.com/archive/112.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 06 Feb 2007 16:12:55 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Sigh. 

Ever watched Heroes? Or Gilmore Girls, maybe? 

Peter Petrelli is irrestible. Go Google him. 

There's nothing better than curling up to the latest episode of Peter Petrelli and a whole bar of Cadbury Dairy Milk. 

Mmmmmh. 

I still can't decide which one is more scrumptious. 

I'm such a sucker for dark-haired guys with dreamy eyes.



      
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      <title>hangover</title>
      <link>http://anatina.blogdrive.com/archive/111.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 05 Feb 2007 00:07:47 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>This weekend has been one long hangover. Well that's not entirely true. Most of it was spent either being hungover (as I just said) or in the process of getting hungover (you know what I mean). All of it of course, was under the guise of the IUB Open 2007, our little annual debating tournament for which I contributed a small part of behind-the-scenes action. Mostly I was sent scrurrying all around town searching for plain blue balloons (which for some some reason only exist in the back of a dusty department store shelf) or picking up dainty little things at our local Ikea.The three-day... (more)</description>
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      <title>uninspired</title>
      <link>http://anatina.blogdrive.com/archive/110.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 01 Feb 2007 01:32:14 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Happy New Year. What else can I say? I've had a slow start, not the big bang I usually have at the beginning of another year. No resolutions, no promises, no lists of things I have to do this year, no pondering about what I've done in my life so far, nothing. Nada. Zip. Nil. Zilch. Or some other synomyn for that. You get what I mean, right? 

If you know me well enough you're probably wondering what in the world is wrong with me. Like whatever happened to the Kristina you know? The crazy bundle of adrenaline that nothing could ever pull down? Or the Kristina who..... ayayyay. I'm just tired.... (more)</description>
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      <title>not another Christmas</title>
      <link>http://anatina.blogdrive.com/archive/109.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2006 22:05:03 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 I love Christmas. Believe me, I do. It's by far my favorite holiday. And it's such a pity that right after that warm Christmas feeling rolls off the absolute worst season comes and jumps in your face - the sick commercial gimmicry that is otherwise known to the dreamy-eyed masses as Valentine's Day. But I digress. My first 17 Christmases were spent at home, with my family, just like any other Christmas. On my 18th Christmas I was with my grandmother and my aunt and her family in New Jersey. And last Christmas I was on a plane back to Manila. This year it's worse. I will be here. In... (more)</description>
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      <title>that's easy</title>
      <link>http://anatina.blogdrive.com/archive/108.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2006 16:50:05 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&quot;Oh sure, that's easy.&quot;

Yeah right.

Nothing's ever easy. I have just finished correcting 53 final exams for this course.  I wrote two questions for it (yes I did, and don't be so baffled about it), and now I realize that nothing, and I mean nothing, can ever be too easy. And I have the numbers to back me up.

Naturally that doesn't just go for electrical engineering. If I wanted to sound horribly clichéd I would say that the same goes for life in general. Why is it that absolutely anything, given the right kind of thinking, can suddenly become a metaphor for life? Why do we have to keep... (more)</description>
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