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    <lastBuildDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 17:10:01 PDT</lastBuildDate>
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      <title>Seven journals. One heart.</title>
      <link>http://orangeposh.blogdrive.com/archive/112.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 08:06:46 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I've kept diaries... erhm, journals all my life. I remember that my first was a Christmas present from my Mom. It was floral and scented and with a metal lock. With just a page or two left, I realized, nobody in my family dares read what I've written so I got rid of the lock and got another simpler type.
Day after day, I filled the pages with my thoughts, with my heart. I progressed from scented diaries to plain ruled journals to now, old unused notebooks or even loose scratch paper.
Only those who have maintained journals know the feeling of acquiring piles of notebooks over the years, of... (more)</description>
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      <title>Be still.</title>
      <link>http://orangeposh.blogdrive.com/archive/111.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2008 22:11:37 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Beginnings can be scary for me. Although they can be filled with excitement, anticipation and hope for what is to come, they are still uncertain. Tomorrow can break my heart. Tomorrow can melt my most valuable property. Tomorrow can claim the person I love most. Tomorrow, I can end. 
Tomorrow, everything can be all together different.
So I rest all the uncertainties of tomorrow on the hands of my Maker.  
Manny Pacquiao can be MMFF's Best Actor awardee and this land's leader by 2010.=)
I can lose everything I have. I can burn and die over and over. The oceans can freeze and boil us to... (more)</description>
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      <title>to anyone of you, I will NOT bow down</title>
      <link>http://orangeposh.blogdrive.com/archive/109.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2007 22:18:23 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I will not be the person who kisses ass, literally, just to get someone else's approval. I will not frown if I work hard into the night and another gets and claims all the credit. I will not cry if my good work is not commended.
Though it is sure nice to hear it from people, I will not run after every &quot;Good job!&quot; uttered. I will tell the truth even if it means I will be the bearer of bad news. I will not sweeten people's lives by showering white lies. I will never subject myself to an authority who pushes me to lie.
Tell me, I will not succeed in this industry with my convictions. I will... (more)</description>
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      <title>the happiest girl on a windy afternoon</title>
      <link>http://orangeposh.blogdrive.com/archive/108.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2007 01:36:32 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>This is the story behind the first time I flew a kite. 





Someone messaged me through YM: what? hindi ka pa nakapagpalipad ng saranggola? I know for many people my age, at one point in their young lives, they flew kites. But I consider my childhood as one that was sheltered. So I grew up never attempting to fly one.

19 Sept
I blogged about the things I want to do before I die. I had been having a hell week then. I had not been feeling well. It was so easy to be drama queen (who still made sense).

One of my happy thoguhts was to fly a kite. 

On the night of the same day, Dan sent me... (more)</description>
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      <title>how about your mouth?</title>
      <link>http://orangeposh.blogdrive.com/archive/107.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2007 03:04:21 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 &quot;To address the growing concerns about online-gaming, Level Up! Philippines (LU)—the country's first and leading online-game publisher, launched the Level Up! Honor Roll program, which seeks to promote responsible gaming among student-gamers.&quot;

I got that from one of the press releases of Level Up! Good move. No to students who are only good at firing guns but do not even accomplish their homeworks. The write up goes on with, 

&quot;In conjunction with the Honor Roll program, LU also has 'Unplugged,' a parent empowerment program that grants parents the opportunity and authority to block their... (more)</description>
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      <title>one year</title>
      <link>http://orangeposh.blogdrive.com/archive/106.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2007 02:29:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>It was just tonight's certain mood that made me want to write these. Well, actually, I had thought about this many times before, and it excited so much so saddened me, but never scared me.

Knowing one would have only a year left in his life is grace, when people die without them doing the things they would have done, telling sorry's and I love you's they would have said, going to places they could have gone, if only they knew, or at least felt, it is time to go.

So here's my list of what-to-dos and what-to-accomplish if I had only a year left. READ: I am going to be realistic. I wouldn't... (more)</description>
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      <title>of time and relationships</title>
      <link>http://orangeposh.blogdrive.com/archive/105.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2007 22:02:54 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 I visited some of my friends' Friendster profiles last night. Why? Nothing. I just miss their stories.

Suddenly I had the desire to be filled in, to catch up. I've realized that the things that held us together are now gone. Classes are over. UP and Matyo's narra benches are no longer my tambayans. I am no longer a Kapamilya. We've all moved on and gone our separate ways.

But on planned occasions, those separate ways meet, twine again for another rendezvous reminiscent of the great memories we've created. 

So realize that maintaining relationships entails effort. We go out of our ways.... (more)</description>
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      <title>I am LIMITED.</title>
      <link>http://orangeposh.blogdrive.com/archive/104.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2007 22:54:55 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I’ve always wanted to draw intricate landscapes. But there’s just nothing better I can come up with that sticks and lines. I believe my chromosome pair for artistry got lost somewhere in the double helix of my DNA. I am really bad with maps and directions. The compass can only try so hard to befriend me. Sometimes I’d like to cry when Leboy asks me, “Is this the street we turn to?” because there’s just no single road map in my mind library. I sometimes even miss a road on my way home. I couldn’t sing. I couldn’t rest on a note. I always go flat. And like artistry, that chromosome pair that... (more)</description>
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      <title>Grace! Grace!</title>
      <link>http://orangeposh.blogdrive.com/archive/103.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 16 Aug 2007 00:33:43 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
                Work has been taking too much of my time. I go to office really early in the morning so I can finish presentations then send to client late late in the afternoon.

But I appreciate the fact that even when we (my team and I) are dog tired, we always come home with the security that all our clients' demands are met, or are tried to be met with the best of our abilities. Requirements pile up everyday, but we still get to laugh. We still get to stop for a few minutes for a loaf of bread and chocolate spread. We have clients who are so difficult to deal with, if only we can... (more)</description>
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      <title>I don't have a heart.</title>
      <link>http://orangeposh.blogdrive.com/archive/102.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2007 20:59:19 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
       Last night, while I waited for the final artwork of the collaterals that will be used for my event on Monday, I blog hopped -- from mine to friends', friends' to mine again. Then mine. Then mine. Then theirs. Then I realized how many red hearts are out there.

That joy of looking forward to a life together, and planning how to get there. The warmth of someone else's hand. A hanky when I cry. A constant dinner date. Someone I can bug in the middle of the night when I feel like thinking aloud. Someone who wipes my hair dry and combs it. Nice sweet surprises. To talk with about His... (more)</description>
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