<?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-6273088</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:58:46.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing in the moon</title><subtitle type='html'>new year jitters and a whole lot more...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminaballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminaballerina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273088.post-115331650236288158</id><published>2006-07-19T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T06:41:42.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the dream</title><summary type='text'>i snooped again today.i just had that urge again to open his damn email and guess what?  i felt a wave of painful happiness - because his letters seem to look as if they are coming from the mind of a very good and righteous man.but is he?  has he really changed?  i don't know why, but lately my heart is falling into pieces.  you know that certain corner of your heart that has been healed with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default/115331650236288158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default/115331650236288158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminaballerina.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115331650236288158' title='the dream'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273088.post-115322454305673584</id><published>2006-07-18T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T05:09:03.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>officially today</title><summary type='text'>when i woke up this morning i thought, what is so significant about today's date?  july 18.  is it a friend's birthday?  a special occasion or event?  a holiday maybe?and it hit me.  today it is officially 3 years since we broke up.  time really passed by so quick i never knew what hit me.just last year, we were trying to regain our friendship.  i was.  he was trying to get back with me, and when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default/115322454305673584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default/115322454305673584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminaballerina.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115322454305673584' title='officially today'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273088.post-115225323767401868</id><published>2006-07-06T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:20:37.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad headache</title><summary type='text'>i just realized today that i am angry.i want to be angry at him so i won't have to reach out to him.. i want to spew out words that would hurt him.damn it.  i don't like this feeling anymore. AARRRGGGHHHH!!!!i want him to just disappear.  out of my sight.  out of my mind.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default/115225323767401868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default/115225323767401868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminaballerina.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115225323767401868' title='bad headache'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273088.post-115130679261579486</id><published>2006-06-26T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T00:36:02.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>watch what you EAT!</title><summary type='text'>i knew this was coming.and so i learned that the wedding is at the theater, with all my theater friends mobilized to do things for the ceremony. and i also know, that the caterer me and my partner brought in and introduced to the compnay CAN be identified as their caterer.well, i was damn right. i knew it...they should be careful with what they will be eating. har-har! and someone already called </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default/115130679261579486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default/115130679261579486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminaballerina.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115130679261579486' title='watch what you EAT!'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273088.post-115087677415479583</id><published>2006-06-20T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:59:34.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody calls it a classic</title><summary type='text'>Do you know why Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet characters want to elope?I was surprised when I learned why.My acting teacher said that Romeo wanted to marry Juliet because they wanted to have sex, and to make  sex "legal" is to be subject to holy matrimony.Sounds soooooo familiar.Need I say more?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default/115087677415479583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default/115087677415479583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminaballerina.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115087677415479583' title='everybody calls it a classic'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273088.post-115080398910663951</id><published>2006-06-20T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T04:46:29.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bells tolling</title><summary type='text'>It still hurts.After 3 years of living our lives apart, i can still feel the hurt.  And I don't know why.I told my friends about how I felt, and one asked me " why even bother?"  The other one told me to pick a fight, just so I could tell him how I feel.  Another shared my sentiment and told me that I didn't lose anything.  And most of them said I should focus on the person I am with now, pull my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default/115080398910663951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default/115080398910663951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminaballerina.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115080398910663951' title='bells tolling'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273088.post-107396833416044693</id><published>2004-01-12T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T20:36:30.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way we were</title><summary type='text'>so it's like this:  we're not together anymore, but last night we were together.  it was amazing how we have managed to talk as friends, just like the way we used to when we weren't a couple yet.  although there were some conversation spots on his flirting, and my value as his partner, i basically had fun.  i don't think i'm even committing a sin against myself or to anyone, for being with him on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default/107396833416044693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default/107396833416044693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminaballerina.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107396833416044693' title='the way we were'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273088.post-107388490469536623</id><published>2004-01-11T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T21:22:05.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>anniversaries, celebrations...felicitations?</title><summary type='text'>if things didn't go differently, we would be celebrating tonight for our 5th year of being together.  he sent me a message this morning, saying he didn't know how to greet me today.  i didn't either.  so i just said, have a great day and see you later at rehearsals.  the truth is, if i wasn't reminded i would have been alright.  but since he did, i felt a wave of loneliness rushing over me now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default/107388490469536623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default/107388490469536623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminaballerina.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107388490469536623' title='anniversaries, celebrations...felicitations?'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273088.post-107334993962734695</id><published>2004-01-05T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T16:45:58.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>promises</title><summary type='text'>"promises...we forget about our promises..."  last night i told myself not to promise anything for anyone.  for now, at least.i think i hurt my friend when i promised her i'd be helping her out with her latest purchase:  a nice blue couch.  she was very much excited the day she found it at a garage sale.  she said she just needed me to help her move it in at our place.the worst part of this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default/107334993962734695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default/107334993962734695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminaballerina.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107334993962734695' title='promises'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273088.post-107302415143267138</id><published>2004-01-01T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T16:46:53.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>allergic reaction</title><summary type='text'>my nose itches, cannot stop sneezing.  it suddenly became cold here at the first moment december peeked.  why just now?  my body couldn't adjust.  allergic reaction to the holiday season, maybe?  or a symptom of a much colder year ahead...?another year, another set of itches.  my feet is itching--wanting to go to different places now that the opportunities are rolling in.  it itches to travel, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default/107302415143267138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273088/posts/default/107302415143267138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminaballerina.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107302415143267138' title='allergic reaction'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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