<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xml:lang="en"><title>Latest entries from pentalk.blog-city.com</title><rights>Copyright 2009 pentalk.blog-city.com</rights><subtitle></subtitle><author><name></name></author><updated>2009-02-04T06:00:00Z</updated><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/index.rss"/><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2009:1</id><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2006-02-27:links.1643723</id><title>Karma&apos;s Got Claws</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/karmas_got_claws.htm"><![CDATA[Goes around comes around takes on a life of its own!]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/karmas_got_claws.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2006-02-27T08:44:00Z</updated><published>2006-02-27T08:44:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2006-02-24:links.1641898</id><title>Six Degrees of Attraction</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/six_degrees_of_attraction.htm"><![CDATA[I wondered if the one for me considered me the one for her...
I wondered if She was as consumed by me as I was by her..
I wondered...and wondered...]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/six_degrees_of_attraction.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2006-02-24T19:05:00Z</updated><published>2006-02-24T19:05:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2005-09-20:links.1483634</id><title>just checking in...</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/still_here_1.htm"><![CDATA[But I don’t want to get out of the habit of saying something in Pentalk,

even if it is not profound or poetic, or poetically profound.]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/still_here_1.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2005-09-20T17:48:00Z</updated><published>2005-09-20T17:48:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2005-09-13:links.1474400</id><title>She...</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/my_muse.htm"><![CDATA[She saw through the prose and recognized my cons]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/my_muse.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2005-09-13T04:23:00Z</updated><published>2005-09-13T04:23:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2005-09-12:links.1472953</id><title>Price of Success...</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/price_of_success.htm"><![CDATA[Can’t always be a poet.
Sometimes, just gotta tell it like it is.]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/price_of_success.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2005-09-12T03:21:00Z</updated><published>2005-09-12T03:21:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2005-09-11:links.1472287</id><title>Home</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/backtrack.htm"><![CDATA[Like I strayed, and have again embraced my voice]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/backtrack.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2005-09-11T16:07:00Z</updated><published>2005-09-11T16:07:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2005-09-11:links.1471843</id><title>Let the memory live again</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/beware_the_memories.htm"><![CDATA["...Memories
May be beautiful and yet
What’s too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget..."]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/beware_the_memories.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2005-09-11T05:27:00Z</updated><published>2005-09-11T05:27:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2005-04-05:links.1178874</id><title>doctor-in-the-making</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/doctorinthemaking.htm"><![CDATA[So it’s Tuesday, which means I have to trot off to see my baby-shrink. I have no idea why I still go to see her, when I fear she is about as clueless about life as I am. It’s almost no good when you feel you’ve lived and experienced more than t]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/doctorinthemaking.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2005-04-05T14:44:00Z</updated><published>2005-04-05T14:44:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2004-12-22:links.969989</id><title>lights...camera...nothing.</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/lightscameranothing.htm"><![CDATA[The stage is set…for something.Candles bathe the room in heady aromas and soft, shadows of light…Their flames reflect the heat that washes through her secret placesShe fights for breath, as her imagination fashions an end from the promise of a be]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/lightscameranothing.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2004-12-22T05:05:00Z</updated><published>2004-12-22T05:05:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2004-12-18:links.964139</id><title>thoughtless</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/thoughtless.htm"><![CDATA[Help! I’ve fallen, and I can’t get up!No, I haven’t fallen off the planet earth like I did with the last disappearing act. But I must admit I do feel like burying my head in said earth for a while. This is one of those “life is so overwhelmin]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/thoughtless.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2004-12-18T05:25:00Z</updated><published>2004-12-18T05:25:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2004-12-16:links.960837</id><title>the most wonderful time of the year?</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/the_most_wonderful_time_of_the_year.htm"><![CDATA[Help! I’m not alone anymore…how the hell am I supposed to survive the holidays? (By the way, Microsoft Word thinks that should be “how ­is I supposed…” Thanks Bill!)  Now where was I? Oh yeah…all of a sudden, I have people to buy gifts]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/the_most_wonderful_time_of_the_year.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2004-12-16T04:16:00Z</updated><published>2004-12-16T04:16:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2004-12-14:links.957605</id><title>this old heart of mine...</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/this_old_heart_of_mine.htm"><![CDATA[All I have to give is MeAnd baby I know sometimes, that ain’t muchCos sometimes I lack in silver and goldAnd….even worse…a tender touch. See, I been bruisedand I been batteredand my heart’s all mixed upfrom getting shattered…and the signs]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/this_old_heart_of_mine.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2004-12-14T05:03:00Z</updated><published>2004-12-14T05:03:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2004-12-13:links.955777</id><title>My New Life: The Story so far...so good.</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/my_new_life_the_story_so_farso_good.htm"><![CDATA[It turns out there is no “happily ever after”. Which means I have nothing in common with Cinderella or Snow White. Though I’m not devastated by not being on the same level as a storybook princess, I am however forlorn at the thought that all th]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/my_new_life_the_story_so_farso_good.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2004-12-13T06:18:00Z</updated><published>2004-12-13T06:18:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2004-08-13:links.770866</id><title>in a manner of speaking...</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/in_a_manner_of_speaking.htm"><![CDATA[I can truly say - yet again: it’s been a while.There’ve been a number of times when the urge to write would come upon me…but the desire and zeal would flee before I could capture the thoughts that fleetingly caught my breath. Again. Nothing new]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/in_a_manner_of_speaking.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2004-08-13T05:00:00Z</updated><published>2004-08-13T05:00:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2004-05-04:links.596088</id><title>door number two</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/door_number_two.htm"><![CDATA[And so it’s finally over.That which consumed my life for the last couple of years has come to pass…I have my Masters degree…and now… Now I feel a sense of disconnect. Every moment of undirected leisure has me wondering what I may have left u]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/door_number_two.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2004-05-04T13:13:00Z</updated><published>2004-05-04T13:13:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2004-04-13:links.566579</id><title>silence</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/silence.htm"><![CDATA[Sometimes the silence itself is a loud voice, telling of feelings and thoughts too intense to utter, too raw to expresstoo vague to be described by words.Sometimes the silence is an absence of meaningThat surrounds you when you see nothing…or sense]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/silence.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2004-04-13T03:06:00Z</updated><published>2004-04-13T03:06:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2004-03-30:links.547319</id><title>midnight oil...(1)</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/midnight_oil1.htm"><![CDATA[I love you.I reached for the phone a few minutes ago to tell you how I feel about you…and how I feel with you…but one look at the time stilled my handMy thoughts are definitely not still, thoughThe eyes of my mind are roaming over images that fi]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/midnight_oil1.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2004-03-30T06:50:00Z</updated><published>2004-03-30T06:50:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2004-03-16:links.527057</id><title>checking in</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/checking_in.htm"><![CDATA[I marvel now at how patient I was while waiting for the dawn of spring. Well, “Spring Break”, at least. Spring is still taking its sweet time. And now, we are together at last…just the way we were meant to be. Wouldn’t you know it, I am alrea]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/checking_in.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2004-03-16T19:52:00Z</updated><published>2004-03-16T19:52:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2004-03-10:links.520526</id><title>counting down</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/counting_down.htm"><![CDATA[Only a few more days…until I can see the smile I hear in your voice;Until I can wrap my arms around your bodylike you’ve wrapped your love around my heart.<span style="FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-FAMILY: "Times New Roman"">Just a few more days until]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/counting_down.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2004-03-10T05:26:00Z</updated><published>2004-03-10T05:26:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2004-03-09:links.519549</id><title>from my body to yours....</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/from_my_body_to_yours.htm"><![CDATA[At the sound of her voice, I feel a spasm deep inside of me. My body responds like a well-tuned guitar, and she’s plucking the strings. That thought makes me remember her fingers. Those fingers that have played concertos and operas on parts of me t]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/from_my_body_to_yours.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2004-03-09T08:12:00Z</updated><published>2004-03-09T08:12:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2004-03-09:links.519515</id><title>bloging blues</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/bloging_blues.htm"><![CDATA[So there I was, inching my way back to blogging faithfully, when blog-city decided to upgrade. Of course, my newfound motivation went right out the window…I do have midterms, after all. Well, one anyway. I had one last week but we will not speak of]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/bloging_blues.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2004-03-09T07:19:00Z</updated><published>2004-03-09T07:19:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2004-03-02:links.513819</id><title>She...</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/she.htm"><![CDATA[I still get shy around her sometimes…
I’m not sure she believes me when I tell her so.
But it does happen…sometimes
Sometimes, when she looks at me and I read every line of the poem of love in her eyes…
I feel…what’s the word?
Treasu]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/she.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2004-03-02T08:03:00Z</updated><published>2004-03-02T08:03:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2004-03-01:links.512723</id><title>at play...at work</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/at_playat_work.htm"><![CDATA[I’m sitting here tying to be creative, and not sure it’s working. Maybe that’s one of the reasons my blogging&nbsp;is kind of sporadic.<?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p>
I finished on handbook (and a blog) on how to be a good tutor, and]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/at_playat_work.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2004-03-01T21:07:00Z</updated><published>2004-03-01T21:07:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2004-02-28:links.509193</id><title>what the @#$ should I call this anyway?</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/what_the__should_i_call_this_anyway.htm"><![CDATA[I read over my last post and thought it sounded kind of familiar. I think I must have written something along those lines before…but I’m not about to go through past entries to find out for sure. I think it’s more interesting to note that I am]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/what_the__should_i_call_this_anyway.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2004-02-28T06:36:00Z</updated><published>2004-02-28T06:36:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pentalk.blog-city.com,2004-02-27:links.507380</id><title>Still here...</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/still_here.htm"><![CDATA[What a week.
I’m just about wiped out…thank God for weekends! Although, as I pointed out to my sweetheart, Friday kinda sucks as well…seeing as it’s so close to Monday. But what’s a girl to do? 
I was just sitting here feeling guilty (?)]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pentalk.blog-city.com/still_here.htm"/><dc:creator>the pentalker</dc:creator><author><name>the pentalker</name></author><updated>2004-02-27T05:16:00Z</updated><published>2004-02-27T05:16:00Z</published></entry></feed>