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      <title>twilight</title>
      <link>http://tinktendencies.blogdrive.com/archive/41.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2006 09:09:42 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I was stained, with a role, in a day not my own 
But as you walked into my life you showed what needed to be shown 
And I always knew, what was right I just didn't know that I might 
Peel away and choose to see with such a different sight 

And I will never see the sky the same way and 
I will learn to say good-bye to yesterday and 
I will never cease to fly if held down and 
I will always reach too high cause I've seen, cause I've seen, twilight 

Never cared never wanted 
Never sought to see what flaunted 
So on purpose so in my face Couldn't see beyond my own place 
And it was so easy not... (more)</description>
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      <title>fly</title>
      <link>http://tinktendencies.blogdrive.com/archive/40.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2005 13:40:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>There are people who can walk away from you.


And hear me when I tell you this. When people can

walk away from you: let them walk.

I don't want you to try to talk another person into

staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, 

coming to see you, staying attached to you. 

I mean hang up the phone.


When people can walk away from you let them walk.

Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.

The bible said that, they came out from us

that it might be made manifest that they were not for

us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would... (more)</description>
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      <title>maya is for magic</title>
      <link>http://tinktendencies.blogdrive.com/archive/39.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2005 13:18:57 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I'm just coming back from a series of heartbreaks, all of it in less than two weeks. I'm in a phase where I have this sudden urge to weep, to throw tantrums, to need more people to let me rant and listen to me sputter invectives. And then give me a great, loving hug afterwards.


Ironic how happy movies can make me ache and cry. 

When you've gone at some really tried and tested prescriptions and nothing worked, it's when staying inside the restroom cubicle becomes the most analeptic thing to do. And escaping the only palatable option. And forgetting, the best advise.





I breathe this... (more)</description>
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      <title>this girl</title>
      <link>http://tinktendencies.blogdrive.com/archive/38.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2005 22:06:46 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
this girl

this low-maintenance girl

you'd not care to take to a fancy hotel for some fine dining

which is alright

this girl would glory in rainy days and sunsets and walking barefoot 

in an anonymous boca de cielo-like beach

this girl

you'd not mind taking to a crowded fastfood

and that's alright

a dripping king cone and a mouthful of twister fries is a celebration

this girl you would not take home, her hand you would not hold

this low-maintenance girl 

she believes the stars have not abandoned her.</description>
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      <title>Field of Dreams</title>
      <link>http://tinktendencies.blogdrive.com/archive/37.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2005 21:43:37 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&quot;People will come, (Ray). They'll come to Iowa for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn into the driveway, not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the PAST. 'Of course we won't mind if you have a look around,' you'll say. 'It's only twenty dollars per person.' They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it; for it is MONEY THEY HAVE, and PEACE THEY LACK.&quot;

&quot;They'll walk up to the bleachers and sit in shirt-sleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the... (more)</description>
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      <title>galing kay zea</title>
      <link>http://tinktendencies.blogdrive.com/archive/36.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2005 20:13:32 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>why is love not enough? coz people have needs other than feeling love. sometimes we think love encompasses everything pero hindi. minsan mas ok ang friend na pwede makinig sayo at mag-hug kesa sa kausap mo lng sa fone.. 
 
sa ldr naman, actually halos same lang tayo kase si jacq me needs sha na di ko kaya ibigay mahilig ata sha sa sex eh.. ewan eh malayo ako kaya humahanap sha ng nasa malapit. nasa tao rin yun kase her case is not the same with mine... i dont care kung di ako makasex basta makausap ko lng sha ok na. so minsan nasa tao rin yan.. pwedeng iba talaga kayo ni red ng thinking... (more)</description>
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      <title>your so-called account</title>
      <link>http://tinktendencies.blogdrive.com/archive/35.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2005 21:48:06 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>if you cant be honest then leave me out of your lies.


what makes you so special huh? why? who picked you huh?


get over yourself. 


the world is way wAy wAY WAY BIGGER and MIGHTIER than your head.


better yet, get a life. 


get out of the province girl it might help. try lang.


and why. OH WHY do you need to flaunt your secrecy?


like you are obsessively perpetually making it obvious to me that you're hiding something.


what the hell is the matter with you?

why post online if it's confidential. you think i'm dumb not to realize you're trying to isolate me.
you had... (more)</description>
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      <title>stress song</title>
      <link>http://tinktendencies.blogdrive.com/archive/34.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Aug 2005 20:58:25 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>wanna see what happens in a bag of nips?

what goes on before they touch my lips...

they make a rainbow... chocolate nips... a choco-rainbow... chocolate nips...

and then they color all the flowers and they paint the trees.

they're sweet and delicious, look at all those bees!

when i want fun i get a bag of nips and make a rainbow! 

NIPS! NIPS!</description>
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      <title>sabi ni grace i-post ko daw.. :P</title>
      <link>http://tinktendencies.blogdrive.com/archive/33.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Aug 2005 14:23:18 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>ang mga artista.... nagkakape sa umaga... ako si carmina, si grace si geli, si ana si janice, hekhekhek! SIS! 








































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      <title>Burnout</title>
      <link>http://tinktendencies.blogdrive.com/archive/32.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2005 22:16:03 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Two years isn't such a long time. My throat still hurts. Every now and then.



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