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	<description>Because spontaneity is part of the plan.</description>
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		<title>A rare sight</title>
		<description><![CDATA[After a two-week nagging marathon, my mother successfully dragged me to her friend&#8217;s 25th wedding anniversary celebration this evening.
It was a formal dinner-type event, and was slowly eating up my night, which I would have wanted to spend elsewhere. After the food was served, they played an eight-minute video about the couple&#8217;s history and journey. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Behave, bishes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ll be flying to Jakarta later with hardly any cash in hand and a mountain of work left behind (I&#8217;m sure my teammates love my emails of.. direction).
Whee (?)

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		<link>http://undefined.tousled.org/?p=312</link>
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		<title>Yay for Philippine Independence</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am going to waste perfectly good space here just to say.
I DON&#8217;T HAVE TO GO TO WORK ON MONDAY.
Yay.

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		<link>http://undefined.tousled.org/?p=311</link>
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		<title>Learning unconditionality</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In my own world of pseudo-values, infidelity is [among others,] up there with situations I cannot stomach, nor is it something I do not and will not condone.
It then shows another side when the guilty party is attached to a familiar face, a good history, and a light attempt at a justification (thought claimed to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://undefined.tousled.org/?p=310</link>
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		<title>A second, unseen death</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I&#8217;m going to drive slowly okay?&#8221; Lionel said as he continued driving. He told me about how his sister recently was within the vicinity of a car crash. It generally isn&#8217;t wise to speed when it&#8217;s past 1AM.
A good ten minutes later, we came across a few cars along the side of EDSA. We slowed [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://undefined.tousled.org/?p=309</link>
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		<title>Jobs is the man</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Your time is limited, so don&#8217;t waste it living someone else&#8217;s life. Don&#8217;t be trapped by dogma &#8212; which is living with the results of other people&#8217;s thinking. Don&#8217;t let the noise of others&#8217; opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Palindromic milestone</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Every year, I&#8217;m made to feel like one big magnet of unlucky incidents, specifically during my birthday. I&#8217;d list them all, but then again, I&#8217;d rather keep mum about it in case someone decides to purposely revive them in the years to come.
One&#8217;s birthday is truly self-centered (totally justified) and at the same time messianic [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://undefined.tousled.org/?p=307</link>
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		<title>Careful what you spit</title>
		<description><![CDATA[During lunch with co-workers, one of the girls began talking about married life:
Her: *sigh* I&#8217;m naturally usually very dominant. But when you&#8217;re married, things change. You really need to play the role of a wife. And there&#8217;s a lot of swallowing involved&#8230;
I start coughing, and then choking on my food. Everyone turned to look at [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://undefined.tousled.org/?p=306</link>
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		<title>Bunnies.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My left thumb is driving me crazy. If fingers were responsible for making us walk, then I&#8217;d be one incredibly wobbly person right now. The pain. THE PAIN. 
***
When I arrived home this evening, I spotted an envelope addressed to me - half-open; read. I certainly didn&#8217;t see it before tonight.
Yay privacy.
***
Cockroach. Room. Somewhere near [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://undefined.tousled.org/?p=305</link>
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		<title>Übermensch</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes you reach a point when your facial muscles can no longer respond to mental requests to curl upright, triggered by a plead dictated by logic.
Sometimes I wonder whether saying &#8220;I&#8217;m human,&#8221; is a legitimate justification for something, or nothing more than a pathetic excuse thrown around for convenience.
Eff this.

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