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    <title>03/22/26 [ entry #12 ]</title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Acquired 2 new puppies in a span of a week. Peanut ( half Pomeranian) and Fujiko ( Belgian Malinois, which mom adopted from her friend ). 2 of my cats are angry about it and the other 2 are indifferent lol. It's certainly a lot livelier in the house, made sure to put away all the carpets for now. Also I finally got to watch The Usual Suspects and it was such a good movie. It was a lot of men yapping but it did not disappoint. Will be recommending it to all my friends nonstop. Next on my read list is Rejection by Tony Tulhathimutte, seen a lot of reviews talking about how it made people uncomfortable... Perfect.]]></description>
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    <title>03/15/26 [ entry #11 ]</title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Rescued a cute puppy today!! If no one freaking claims him he is MINE now and forever!!!!]]></description>
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    <title>03/08/26 [ entry #10 ]</title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Felt a bit blue today, so I made my way to a 7/11. When I got there, an employee was stocking all the onigiri back up on the shelves!! Usually, when I visit, it's almost always gone. I bought 4. In the afternoon, my cousins called up asking to go out for a couple of drinks. Getting ready to go as I am writing this, I hope I can get back home TONIGHT. I still have 2 onigiris waiting for me.]]></description>
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    <title>03/01/26 [ entry #9 ]</title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[It’s March already… enter existential crisis. Fuck. On another note, I had a really cute dream about me and my boyfriend meeting up at the airport where he refused to kiss me because there were too many people around. It will most likely happen IRL; he confirmed it. Speaking of dreams, they are a pretty big deal for me. All throughout my life, I’ve had these almost prophetic-like dreams that either warn me about something or just give me signs in general. Of course, it doesn’t happen a lot; I mostly dream about nonsense on the regular. But one of said prophetic dreams I had was when I was in bed being wrapped around by a huge ass snake. The following morning, I shit you not, I found out that my then-boyfriend was cheating on me. Rad stuff. Not rad then but pretty rad now in retrospect. There was also one time that I dreamed about this friend that I haven’t spoken to in years; come next morning, I receive a text from him asking to hang out. Dreams are wild and there’s something out there guiding each and every one of us, if we only listen and embrace it.]]></description>
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    <title>02/28/26 [ entry #8 ]</title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. ]]></description>
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    <title>02/21/26 [ entry #7 ]</title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[I’ve finished reading Stolen Tongues and Moon of the Crusted Snow. Both stories were a nice ride. Sadly not as scary as Penpal but still good. I’m eyeing some philosophical classics like Thus Spoke Zarathustra by Nietzsche and In the Buddha’s Words. Or fuck everything and just read Chainsmoker Cat ( manga ) again. ALSO I recently found out that Bonnie Parker—as in Bonnie and Clyde—was a poet? And an actual good one? Although, yes, she did write in the traditional ABCB rhyme scheme, which I usually don’t appreciate but… it’s fucking Bonnie. I wish I knew that part about her sooner. Her infamous relationship with Clyde has always been on my Mount Rushmore of romance stories/couples. Purely unconditional, ride or die type of bond. John and Yoko are pretty up there for me too. They were both pieces of shit in their own right. Though people don’t acknowledge that the hate for Yoko stemmed from racism and mysogyny and think John was just a brainwashed victim and not an adult who was madly in love and had a mind of his own. As far as crimes go, Bonnie and Clyde takes the cake. John and Yoko? Normal shitty people. Imperfect humans that found a person they liked and chose to love them till the end. That’s still beautiful.]]></description>
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    <title>02/14/26 [ entry #6 ]</title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[I’m starting to think liking someone is more important than loving them… Like, in one of my previous relationships, I knew I was head over heels, but then eventually I realized I never actually liked him. And I knew in the end he didn’t actually like me. Because if he did actually like me he would have been careful not to make too much noise in the morning while I was still asleep. He would have helped me with chores around the house when he saw me being visibly upset or tired. He would have complained about me gossiping but listened anyway because he knew I liked it. He would have helped me get to bed properly after getting absolutely shit-faced drunk ( vomit be damned ). After everything someone pulls the "I fell out of love" bullshit and the other one is taken aback because how could they say that when literally just this morning they said "I love you??" I realized, what comes closest to this situation is like loving a difficult parent. You love them but you don’t like them and you don’t like spending time with them, only difference is you can’t break up. Loving someone is great but love sometimes runs out. What are people left with when the love is gone and you never even liked your partner to begin with? Anyways, whatever lol my current boyfriend is great and I like him so so soOooo much it makes me!! giddy!!! I’m rushing to finish a portrait of him rn ( doing it last minute ). I hope he likes it. Fuck, finger’s crossed.]]></description>
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    <title>02/02/26 [ entry #5 ]</title>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Wasting time… my favorite activity ( not ). I don’t like sharing or explaining about my time blindness to anyone because the gist of it sounds like one of those usual talking points that insufferable people use to defend themselves. I refuse to be that person—openly at least. I am a fully functional adult woman crybaby. Ugh, I don’t feel like being introspective today. There is no such thing as a waste of time, folks. Wrap it up.]]></description>
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    <title>01/27/26 [ entry #4 ]</title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[I made a quick grocery trip today and had a really nice conversation with an old lady. She was having trouble choosing between two different kinds of I don’t remember what. She opened up with a “we have too many options nowadays”. I replied with “and not even good ones”. She snorted and I gave her a smile. She reminded me of my late Grandma, very short hair and looked like she gave good hugs. She said her grandkids were gonna visit later tonight for dinner and she wanted to make something hearty and nice. We slowly walked together through a couple of aisles. She asked me if I had a boyfriend, what I did for work, and what the barbwire tattoo on my knee meant. We parted ways when she had everything she needed. Brief encounters. Brief but wonderful. I hope her grandkids know how lucky and loved they are.]]></description>
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    <title>01/20/26 [ entry #3 ]</title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[I remember when I was little I saw an apparition of my dead uncle the same day we buried him in the family mausoleum. He was standing on the roof of our house, just chilling there. When I tried to tell the adults around me, I was quickly dismissed. Pretty sure they thought I just wanted to freak people out and be funny, if true I would have commited to the bit and yelled out, shook, fainted, the whole shebang.I don’t remember anything about that uncle really, I was too young to know him but I was told he was a cool guy. He died at 22. My cousin, Aldous, also died at 22. Aldous looked exactly like our dead uncle. My other cousin Carlo and I share the same birthday and his brother Marco looks nothing like Aldous but looks like our dead uncle... I have a little 6 year old cousin ( son of another uncle ) who looks exactly like Marco and our dead uncle. And I was told I look like Carlo and Marco’s mom but I don’t look anything at all like my own mom. Anyways, what I’m trying to get at is genes are wild. Also death. Fuck dying. I’m gonna live till 105, trust.]]></description>
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    <title>01/11/26 [ entry #2 ]</title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Today I cooked sum super yummy extremely improvised tomato soup and meditated and made a new Instagram account…Growing up, I’ve always been a bit vain and I manage with that vanity by not being on social media at all. Although these days I've been fiending for an ego boost ( validation? )—post pictures and feel pretty etc. I haven't used social media properly for a long long time and I think I wanna dip my toes back in now. I am indeed just a girl. Also Instagram reels are just way too funny, the comments section even more so. I’ll try not to fall into doomscrolling and see how it goes. I’m very excited to get through my read list as well. I’m on the hunt for books that will scare the shit out of me. I’ve finished my first spooky book of the year, Penpal by Dathan Auerbach. It was so so sOoOoo good I swear I had to drop the book a few times to compose myself from being scared. Next up is Stolen Tongues by Felix Blackwell or maybe Moon of the Crusted Snow by Waubgeshig Rice, decisions decisions…]]></description>
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    <title>01/01/26 [ entry #1 ]</title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[So begins another year… 2025 was a disaster but it turned out quite alright towards the end. My friends are absolute units and I met cool new people. Lost a few people as well but no love was lost, only wisdom gained. For this year I wish to watch more films and read more books. Oh! Also a reminder that self care should be standard NOT a reward. No other promises will be made except for me doing shit that I love doing. And maybe being less mean to myself— yeah that’s good enough. I don’t wanna jinx myself but it would be completely out of character if I don’t talk about this gu— okay, no. I really really don’t want to jinx myself. I’ll hold onto that rant til later when I’m sure. In conclusion, I’m greeting the year as a happy camper. Let’s keep the momentum going for the love of God.]]></description>
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