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    <title>i'm silent-not!</title>
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    <description>silent waaaahs!</description>
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    <category>Books</category>
    <category>Writing</category>
    <category>Entertainment</category>
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      <title>Note</title>
      <link>http://nalani.blogdrive.com/archive/99.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2007 11:59:38 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I'm moving to this side of the blogosphere.
I hope to see you there 
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      <title>A Quote I Particularly Liked</title>
      <link>http://nalani.blogdrive.com/archive/98.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 04 May 2007 03:48:47 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Oh my.. this blog is dusty..  I apologize for the blog drought that occurred around this place.  Let me end this blog drought by posting the following paragraph from John Stott who was qouted by Lee Strobel in his book, The Case for Faith (my current reading):
&quot;I could never myself believe in God, if it were not for the cross... In the real world of pain, how could one worship a God who was immune to it?  I have entered many Buddhist temples in different Asian countries and stood respectfully before a statue of Buddha, his legs crossed, arms folded, arms closed, the ghost of a smile playing... (more)</description>
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      <title>The Quest for that Pair of Brown Shoes</title>
      <link>http://nalani.blogdrive.com/archive/96.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 24 Mar 2007 10:48:45 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Warning: You're about to read a girl's shallow rants.
Call it a girl thing (or a daphne thing..or whatever you may want to call it), but I couldn't wear my brown blouses unless I partner them with a pair of brown shoes.  Until yesterday, my quest for a nice pair of brown footwear is still unsuccessful.  
I went to the Mall of Asia yesterday to search for a replacement for my old brown shoes.  One of the old pair's sole was already torn and I don't think I still want it fixed.  So I decided to get a new pair.  I must say that yesterday was my third attempt to search for a nice pair. ... (more)</description>
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      <title>and here i go again</title>
      <link>http://nalani.blogdrive.com/archive/95.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2007 03:46:51 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Today is rest day for me.  My mind was battling between sleeping more (since it's rest day) and rising from bed to do stuff that I have to do that I couldn't do when I have to report for work.
Here I go again: the laidback daphne vs. the trying-to-be-productive daphne.
The laidback me wants to:
- sleep until my back aches and my eyes sore
- lounge around the house, watch some stuff on tv, sleep some more
- browse through the internet aimlessly

While the trying-to-be-productive daphne calls me to:
- take my bath as early as possible, check my email and promptly reply to new mails
- email... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://nalani.blogdrive.com/comments?id=95</comments>
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      <title>Leadership 101</title>
      <link>http://nalani.blogdrive.com/archive/94.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2007 11:37:03 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I must admit, I am clueless when it comes to handling people.
There may be some, especially from my local church, who might contest this statement, but really.. I don't know how to handle people well.  My sisters are kidding me about my tendency to become a bonafied slave-driver, and my goodness, that is far from the style I want to acquire.  You remember the developments at work I was talking about in my previous post?  Included in the new thrusts is to lead people.  I don't have a clue how to go about it well.
I'm thinking of several principles--those that I've heard from my parents (who... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://nalani.blogdrive.com/comments?id=94</comments>
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      <title>God in a small box</title>
      <link>http://nalani.blogdrive.com/archive/93.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2007 09:38:57 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I made the big mistake of placing God in a small box--my small, personal box.  
I realized that lately after pondering on the latest developments in my life.  Because I was so proud (at least within me.  pambihirang pride!) that I know God and how He works, I expected that He would work the same way that He used to with my latest struggle.  I expected that just because I prayed for how I wanted things to turn out, God would be at my beck and call and answer my prayers the way I wanted Him to answer them.  When I didn't get what I wanted, I ranted my heart out and cried foul.  I told Him that... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://nalani.blogdrive.com/comments?id=93</comments>
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      <title>supposed to</title>
      <link>http://nalani.blogdrive.com/archive/92.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 09 Mar 2007 04:33:06 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>here are a number of &quot;supposed to's&quot;:
last tuesday night, my bestfriend and i were supposed to meet for coffee after office hours.  you know coffee is just an excuse for people to talk and catch up on things, right? (well, at least for my circle of friends :D) and yeah, we were planning to catch up on our respective lives and how we are presently handling them.  but she bailed out the morning of tuesday because she had to accompany her sister to an appointment.  we said we'll set another time for 'kapihan.'
last night, some closest friends from the office, arnold and i were scheduled to... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://nalani.blogdrive.com/comments?id=92</comments>
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      <title>This One's for This Blogger Part 2</title>
      <link>http://nalani.blogdrive.com/archive/91.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2007 01:18:20 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Saving Grace
Night and day I seek Your face
Long for You in the secret place
All I want in this life
Is to truly know you more...

As the waters cover the sea,
So Your love covers me
Guiding me on,
Roads unkown
I trust in You alone (2x)

CHORUS
My Saving Grace
My endless love
Deeper and deeper I'm falling in love with You
My one desire
My only truth
Deeper and deeper I'm falling in love with you

BRIDGE
And I will rise on wings of eagles
Soaring high above all my fears
I rest in Your open arms of love

As the waters cover the sea
So your love covers me....
covers me... 

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      <comments>http://nalani.blogdrive.com/comments?id=91</comments>
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      <title>this one's for this blogger</title>
      <link>http://nalani.blogdrive.com/archive/90.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 09 Feb 2007 10:48:31 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>(From &quot;Trust His Heart&quot; by Cynthia Clausen):
God is too wise to be mistaken. 
God is too good to be unkind.
So when you don't understand, 
when you don't see His plan, 
When you can't trace His hand, trust His heart.
 
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      <comments>http://nalani.blogdrive.com/comments?id=90</comments>
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      <title>this kind of lovin'</title>
      <link>http://nalani.blogdrive.com/archive/89.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 08 Feb 2007 05:21:03 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>The last fiction book i finished reading was Francine Rivers' Redeeming Love.  I finished reading it overnight and if you know my reading speed (or the lack thereof) these days, you must say that that one was record-breaking!  (That's how I am doing with my reading after the days of Comparative Literature here).
Anyway, I heard all sorts of things about the novel prior to my reading it.  I knew it was a retelling of prophet Hosea and Gomer's love story from the Bible.  I kind of knew how the story was going to be.  But to my surprise, my seemingly-informed self still caught breath and gasped... (more)</description>
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