<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687025966166641018</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:07:42.852+08:00</updated><category term='Introduction'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Productivity'/><category term='World'/><category term='Cramming'/><category term='Income'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Working Habits'/><category term='Writing Project'/><category term='Realizations'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Moods'/><category term='Part-time Jobs'/><category term='Discipline Issues'/><category term='Procrastination'/><category term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>In My Life...Anything Goes</title><subtitle type='html'>A personal journal about anything and everything</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordlydesires.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687025966166641018/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordlydesires.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aubrey Collena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06042679727596124488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687025966166641018.post-6217115792912270543</id><published>2008-11-25T12:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:52:06.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cramming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discipline Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Habits'/><title type='text'>Why Do People Cram?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate cramming but I'm guilty with the practice. I cram whenever there is an opportunity to cram. I cram at work. I cram when I try to get things done for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadlines don't bother me much if they're still far. They bother me when there are only a few days left and yet I haven't even started with my work. I procrastinate a lot. I admit that. And I pity myself for not having the discipline to do the things I have to do. At the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know cramming is a bad habit. I know I have to change and get my acts together before it's too late. But how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know what you think. And please, never say I'm a loser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687025966166641018-6217115792912270543?l=wordlydesires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordlydesires.blogspot.com/feeds/6217115792912270543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687025966166641018&amp;postID=6217115792912270543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687025966166641018/posts/default/6217115792912270543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687025966166641018/posts/default/6217115792912270543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordlydesires.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-do-people-cram.html' title='Why Do People Cram?'/><author><name>Aubrey Collena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06042679727596124488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687025966166641018.post-1998634187477569786</id><published>2008-11-12T09:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:43:58.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Ooops...I Did It Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No, this ain't a post about Britney Spears' hit song. It is all about my actions the past days.  Yesterday was the turning point. Despite my inhibitions and worries, I did the unintended. And now, my worries worsen. I just hope my deed doesn't result in something that I will regret in the end. I think I'll need a lot of prayers. Would you suggest a counseling? Am I taking the wrong direction? What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it. Not once, but more than I could imagine. It was so pleasurable. It beats my past experiences. And despite all the worries, I'm still wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you experience doing something and regretting it after? What if you had fun while doing it, does it worth the pain it could cause you after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit confused. My heart and body are telling me not to worry much. But my mind is saying otherwise. Why is it like this? I am starting to get preoccupied with scary thoughts. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, there's this constant struggle to lose weight. Haaaay. Life can be hard, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I live in another planet, away from the worries of my present life and world. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687025966166641018-1998634187477569786?l=wordlydesires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordlydesires.blogspot.com/feeds/1998634187477569786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687025966166641018&amp;postID=1998634187477569786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687025966166641018/posts/default/1998634187477569786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687025966166641018/posts/default/1998634187477569786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordlydesires.blogspot.com/2008/11/ooopsi-did-it-again.html' title='Ooops...I Did It Again'/><author><name>Aubrey Collena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06042679727596124488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687025966166641018.post-5918336377432661311</id><published>2008-11-11T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:33:49.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realizations'/><title type='text'>Realizations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, I realized that sometimes, people do things to their liking without even thinking of the consequences of their actions. We are vulnerable like that. Unable to think when we feel overflowing  joy. That after such an act, we could wake up the next day with bigger responsibilities in an entirely different life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I realized that we can be the makers of the ghosts that could haunt us forever. That a two-minute bliss can cause life-altering impact seems so unreal but is so true. That we can destroy ourselves in one night yet we never get to realize it outright is a fact that can never be denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I realized that in whatever we do, we should practice caution first. We should be wary of our actions because sometimes, even the smartest can be the dumbest. In just a few minutes of laughter in a pleasurable setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realized that, people should take things slowly. One step at a time, without feeling in a hurry. So that there will be no regretting sooner or  later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each action has a corresponding reaction. Just like the law of physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, it is either you're the winner or you're the loser. What do you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687025966166641018-5918336377432661311?l=wordlydesires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordlydesires.blogspot.com/feeds/5918336377432661311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687025966166641018&amp;postID=5918336377432661311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687025966166641018/posts/default/5918336377432661311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687025966166641018/posts/default/5918336377432661311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordlydesires.blogspot.com/2008/11/realizations.html' title='Realizations'/><author><name>Aubrey Collena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06042679727596124488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687025966166641018.post-7200549736935211894</id><published>2008-11-10T09:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:53:35.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Productivity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>On Procrastination and Productivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For some reason, I think I hate myself. Last weekend, I didn't accomplish much. I mean, I didn't concentrate well on my part-time job. For those who are new here (I think most of you are!), I have two part-time jobs. (It's my way of getting extra income for my expensive lifestyle.) The first is as a server in a fine dining restaurant and the second is &lt;a href="http://wordlydesires.blogspot.com/2008/11/writing-project.html"&gt;a home-based work&lt;/a&gt;. The latter was where I got so lazy last weekend. I mean, after completing a small quota, I stopped. Literally. And I didn't turn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my work habit whenever I have too much time left. Meaning, whenever the deadline is too far to worry me. You can say that I'm fond of cramming because it's quite true. I dunno but I am like that since my elementary days. Yes, the habit is now a disease. I'm lazy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want to be productive and I'm finding it hard to do. I need some mood booster, to sort of bring back my productivity. I can be productive, too. But first, I have to be inspired. I have to be in good condition for me to be able to work and work and work. And did I mention that when I'm productive, I get to excel in stuff I do? Or so I think. But yeah, I can be the most productive people you'll ever know if I'm on the mood. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687025966166641018-7200549736935211894?l=wordlydesires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordlydesires.blogspot.com/feeds/7200549736935211894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687025966166641018&amp;postID=7200549736935211894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687025966166641018/posts/default/7200549736935211894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687025966166641018/posts/default/7200549736935211894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordlydesires.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-procrastination-and-productivity.html' title='On Procrastination and Productivity'/><author><name>Aubrey Collena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06042679727596124488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687025966166641018.post-9176597834331992185</id><published>2008-11-06T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:17:16.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing Project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Part-time Jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Income'/><title type='text'>A Writing Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, I finally closed the deal with someone I have known from way back. Yes, she's an online friend. I'll be working for her in a writing project. She works for a Korean company supplying business letters to Korean websites. I accepted the offer because it's nearing Christmas and I have to earn extra. You bet, it's a part-time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to have additional sources of income. My day job ain't enough. You know how the Holiday season can be so costly. Gifts here and there. But it's okay. Christmas is a time for giving and sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I make a good impression. I'll start working with the business letters tonight. Yes, tonight. After all this paper works I'm facing now. Being a young urban professional can be exhausting. Thanks God I'm coping up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687025966166641018-9176597834331992185?l=wordlydesires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordlydesires.blogspot.com/feeds/9176597834331992185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687025966166641018&amp;postID=9176597834331992185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687025966166641018/posts/default/9176597834331992185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687025966166641018/posts/default/9176597834331992185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordlydesires.blogspot.com/2008/11/writing-project.html' title='A Writing Project'/><author><name>Aubrey Collena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06042679727596124488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687025966166641018.post-1302027598545924618</id><published>2008-11-06T06:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:06:07.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World'/><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, the introduction. I'm just a simple lass who is so enamored with the world around me. I take pride in my ability to face the challenges. I am strong and has the power to change things as I wish. I don't have much angst. I believe life should be lived to the fullest. That every step should be enjoyed. Problems or not, life is beautiful. It's up to us to destroy ourselves or make the world a better place to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a word, this blog will feauture everything that I want to talk about at any time of the day, depending on my moods and my reasons of writing. Join me as I divulge anything in this part of cyberspace, from the mundane to the spectacular. It will be all about life. Life as I see it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687025966166641018-1302027598545924618?l=wordlydesires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordlydesires.blogspot.com/feeds/1302027598545924618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687025966166641018&amp;postID=1302027598545924618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687025966166641018/posts/default/1302027598545924618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687025966166641018/posts/default/1302027598545924618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordlydesires.blogspot.com/2008/11/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Aubrey Collena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06042679727596124488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
