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    <title>ana the pooh</title>
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    <lastBuildDate>Wed, 08 Mar 2006 22:25:07 PST</lastBuildDate>
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    <copyright>Copyright 2006.</copyright>
    <category>People</category>
    <category>Arts</category>
    <category>Travel</category>
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      <title>in limbo once more</title>
      <link>http://anaong.blogdrive.com/archive/12.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 08 Mar 2006 14:22:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>it's been a long time... ain't sure if i can still write as before... romancing away a blank page with sweet words and phrases... guess my worst fears have come true... my muse hath abandoned me. 
 
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      <title>mea culpa</title>
      <link>http://anaong.blogdrive.com/archive/11.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 27 Aug 2005 09:05:08 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>what to post then?


hmm.... time is much at hand, but am not complaining. i just hope the Muse will come visit without delay and sans interruption.



going back after that phone call....


i've had errors before incurred at work, but always i have managed to salvage the situation and have avoided an agent error resulting to any payout. 


until now. and it doesn't help my bruised ego a bit that my doucumented mistake IS the first our company made towards this high-profile client. 


i was teary-eyed when i affixed my signature on the report, acknowledging that, yes, i screwed up the... (more)</description>
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      <title>roadtrip: ikalawang kabanata</title>
      <link>http://anaong.blogdrive.com/archive/10.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 May 2005 23:07:20 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>okay....


so i made myself endure an eight-hour trip going north on my own. and this is on a bus whose seats do NOT recline... thank the good lord for j.k. rowling and the order of phoenix which kept me company and this gallant pair steadily kept boredom at bay. the bus also did NOT have a functioning tv/video on board so the freaking apparatus is just a useless equipment taking up space in front of the bus. and it did NOT leave the station until an hour after the supposed schedule for take-off.


hay.... all these in the name of friendship.


AT! nagpanic pa ko kasi i found out naubusan... (more)</description>
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      <title>my roadtrip part one</title>
      <link>http://anaong.blogdrive.com/archive/9.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 May 2005 21:20:03 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>i went up to ilocos to attend a college girlfriend's daughter's first birthday over the weekend.



the trip was an eye opener.


this trip was planned way back in march. two of our other girlfriends were to join in the foray. so when there was an announcement that all leave allocations were blocked until further notice about the second week of may, imagine my dismay. i was cussing management's ass all the way to hell, i tell you. truth be told, childish as it may seem, i was really contemplating drafting my resignation letter. thanks to our dear supervisors; they fought for our rights and... (more)</description>
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      <title>baba</title>
      <link>http://anaong.blogdrive.com/archive/8.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 12 May 2005 21:14:44 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>you came into my life at a time when i was crazy enough to allow myself to hold a torch for someone who already moved on and was in love with someone else.



you came and doggedly decided you wanted to stay.



you came and pretty much made my sides ache laughing at your jokes, good thing that in the six years we have known each other i have yet to develop acute appendicitis.



you came and just stayed there, even through those days i didn't want you to.



you came and started to unsettle my sense of fierce independence that there was actually a time i was much like a babe fresh... (more)</description>
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      <title>all about love</title>
      <link>http://anaong.blogdrive.com/archive/7.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 10 May 2005 06:36:32 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>THINK: What is the difference between loving someone and being in love with someone?



Being in love is what romance novels and movies are all about. It’s that euphoric feeling you get when the world stops to turn, your tummy starts to churn and do flip flops, you “hear the music” when he whispers in your ear those three magical words. It is wonderfully exhilarating. It causes you to have the makings of a fool’s smile playing in your lips at the most inopportune times and places, but what the heck do you care, right?



However, being in love is a transient state. I do not have the... (more)</description>
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      <title>and so it goes...</title>
      <link>http://anaong.blogdrive.com/archive/6.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2005 23:58:15 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>i know... i know... 



i've been amiss my duties, but thanks to someone co-pretty in pink today i am back and with added features to my erstwhile blank blog...



anyway, belated Happy Mother's day to all moms last Sunday. 




and i'll just come back with some more in a little bit ... hehehe</description>
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      <title>my thoughts today</title>
      <link>http://anaong.blogdrive.com/archive/5.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2005 18:52:42 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>staring blankly ahead

eyes fixed though unfocused

my mind goes a-wandering
i recall the times past

and somehow think to myself

are my actions to be reprimanded
it's just sad and funny at the same time

how unnaturally things fell into place

while underneath all hell awaits to break 
this poem i can't make to rhyme

my freezing hands can say no more

will trust to Fate what it brought my path
change, the only constant in life,

come back to taunt me once more

and i resolve to let the waters flow
flow as it will...

where it will...

up to when it will....
i am, after... (more)</description>
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      <title>I WILL NEVER DO THIS EVER AGAIN</title>
      <link>http://anaong.blogdrive.com/archive/4.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Mar 2005 15:12:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>This is my oath to myself:



I shall not compromise myself by binding myself to any promise that I shall be duty-bound to keep. Never again.



I shall not ever again lose sleep trying to uphold my honor in granting a favor to a friend, no matter how far back we may go.



I shall never, under the pain of being tortured to death, post something as inane, stupid, senseless, worthless, useless, stupid (I know I said that already) like this.



Never again. Never. Ever. </description>
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      <title>dead end</title>
      <link>http://anaong.blogdrive.com/archive/3.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2005 21:36:38 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&quot;What's wrong with the world today?&quot;




I ended my shift swamped with pangs of melancholy. The feeling was sudden; it took me by surprise. I had not experienced that for quite some time... a most unwelcome surprise....




Normally I would welcome the time when the city became besieged with silence, but there was no calmness I found... no tranquility... no peace. The feeling, if any, left me fightitng back tears while waiting for my bus on the sidewalk.




The wide avenue of Ayala was without its normal 7am frenzy of yuppies and wanna-be's and I found no solace in that. I felt like... (more)</description>
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