<?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-5149376376660820186</id><updated>2011-11-28T09:22:34.897+08:00</updated><category term='De La Salle Health Sciences Institute'/><category term='Italiani&apos;s'/><category term='Rizal: Bayaning Third World'/><category term='sad'/><category term='Team Leader'/><category term='Bad Day'/><category term='Perming'/><category term='CNSM Days'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='NCMH'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Allegory of Twinge'/><category term='Long Weekend'/><category term='Quote'/><category term='Philippine Heart Center'/><category term='People from the Land Down Under'/><category term='Tripping'/><category term='Blogthings'/><category term='Food for thought'/><category term='Lovelife'/><category term='Linky love'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Nursing'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Online Shopping'/><category term='Multiply'/><category term='School'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Duty'/><category term='Wonderland Online'/><category term='gossip girl'/><category term='thin'/><category term='2009 Nursing Licensure Exam Results'/><category term='shutter shades'/><category term='Visual DNA'/><category term='Asperger&apos;s disorder'/><category term='depressed'/><category term='ANTM'/><category term='Beijing Olympics'/><category term='break up'/><category term='diet'/><category term='hair color'/><category term='Meme'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='Hair Perm'/><category term='Ateneo Vs. Uste'/><category term='Simpsonize'/><category term='Wordle'/><category term='Thesis'/><title type='text'>Thoughts and Dramas</title><subtitle type='html'>musings of everyday life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-5422903829498310747</id><published>2011-09-06T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T22:34:52.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting.</title><summary type='text'>Facebook is great for re-connecting with old friends, making amends or simply updating you with what is happening to the people you know.But just right now, it makes me realize how my friends are moving on with their lives. Little by little. Step by step. How they have become so busy saving up for their future.While I on the other hand, am trailing woefully behind, sitting in the same dormitory </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/5422903829498310747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=5422903829498310747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5422903829498310747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5422903829498310747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2011/09/waiting.html' title='Waiting.'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-2936234575408316354</id><published>2011-05-09T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:28:54.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever wondered what it would be like if you had the chance of becoming a different person just for one day?Well, I did. The mere thought of living a different life excites me. The idea of seeing life in a whole new perspective rekindles my inert desire to live.   This harebrained notion of mine has kept on bugging me for days now. And it’s not every day that I have thoughts like these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/2936234575408316354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=2936234575408316354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/2936234575408316354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/2936234575408316354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2011/05/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-5113180736236239165</id><published>2009-10-11T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:15:55.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nursing'/><title type='text'>Dead.</title><summary type='text'>Okay. Okay. It's been one hell of a boring week.Still unemployed. No allowance. No late night escapades. No booze. No nothing. In short, I'm a certified BUM.I think majority of my batch are stuck in the same situation. Or is it just me? LOL.Anyway, I'm  continuously applying to whoever accepts my resume. Haha. I shouldn't be choosy if I want WORK!The hospitals are freeze hiring. and if they're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/5113180736236239165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=5113180736236239165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5113180736236239165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5113180736236239165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2009/10/dead.html' title='Dead.'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-879262879142325883</id><published>2009-07-29T16:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:55:37.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De La Salle Health Sciences Institute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009 Nursing Licensure Exam Results'/><title type='text'>A Registered Nurse</title><summary type='text'>On July 25, 2009, my life changed forever.I officially became a REGISTERED NURSE!At around 8 o'clock that night, my sister, Leah, called from Australia and said that an article was regarding the 2009 Nursing Licensure Exam was already posted on the Philippine Daily Inquirer website. At that point, my heart was hammering. I could hardly breathe. The suspense was literally killing me.I hurriedly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/879262879142325883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=879262879142325883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/879262879142325883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/879262879142325883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2009/07/registered-nurse.html' title='A Registered Nurse'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SnAcEyMfxdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1EsUTxr8Yg0/s72-c/5600_104913659869_594529869_2068708_1971936_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-7904450100519950933</id><published>2009-03-15T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:40:15.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small World</title><summary type='text'>Hey everyone! It's been a long time since I last wrote a blog entry. With all the deadlines and paper works, I barely had the time to surf the net. Graduation IS nearing and I could already feel the tension and excitement. I hope everything goes well.=)Anyway, just last Sunday, my boyfriend introduced me to his family (Whole clan actually!LOL). Gahhd. I was all sweaty and nervous as he introduced</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/7904450100519950933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=7904450100519950933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/7904450100519950933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/7904450100519950933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2009/03/small-world.html' title='Small World'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-5379190219892130722</id><published>2009-02-19T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:21:14.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat 2009</title><summary type='text'>Augh! I have no internet. So It's really hard to update all my accounts since I don't want to pay extra fees just to check them. Anyway, here are a couple of pictures from my Retreat. I'll be updating you guys once I get the dorm's password.LOL:) tata!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/5379190219892130722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=5379190219892130722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5379190219892130722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5379190219892130722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2009/02/retreat-2009.html' title='Retreat 2009'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SZzYC3re8cI/AAAAAAAAAGg/D3rxS45YML4/s72-c/P1010298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-86246589719432429</id><published>2009-01-24T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:05:58.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January</title><summary type='text'>Time surely flies by quickly. It's almost February and graduation is nearing. But honestly, I still don't want to graduate. The responsibilities , lifestyle change, new peers, etc. are giving me a tummy ache. To top things off, I still haven't finished my requirements. Augh! Is it possible to stay 1 more year in college?:(Anyway, the start of the year sucks. Well, except for Carl.:)I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/86246589719432429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=86246589719432429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/86246589719432429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/86246589719432429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2009/01/january.html' title='January'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SXsSBrI7G3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-1ggNSiLTIM/s72-c/1_443104943l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-5363570750660237591</id><published>2009-01-19T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:16:24.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><summary type='text'>Okay. So it's already 2009 and this would be my first blog entry for the new year.A lot of things happened in 2008. I learned new things and lost a few friends. I guess that's how life is. So far, 2008 has been the best year in my college life. Relationships will not be forgotten and friends whom I lost will always be welcome to come back.Anyway, 2009 has been good. I got a new hairdo, lost a few</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/5363570750660237591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=5363570750660237591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5363570750660237591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5363570750660237591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2009/01/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SXSK97qzPbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/r4OYg-9M0vo/s72-c/19012009354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-7188654173938872211</id><published>2008-12-29T09:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:17:23.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><summary type='text'>2008 is almost coming to an end and well, I still can't think of any resolutions for the upcoming year. Of course there's the putting an end to the drinking sessions and late night jaunts. But I want something new for 2009. I want something that would help me become a better person and prove to everyone that I'm ready for a change.Maybe I'll start with balancing my time between my studies and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/7188654173938872211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=7188654173938872211' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/7188654173938872211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/7188654173938872211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/12/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-2932951477683499975</id><published>2008-12-21T02:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:15:59.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Vacation</title><summary type='text'>Christmas is just a few days away. Everywhere I look, I see houses filled with Christmas decorations and lights. It is always cloudy and the air is cool. Everyone seems to be on the Christmas shopping frenzy. While I on the other hand, spend most of my past few days just hanging out and spending money over things which actually have no value. My batchmates are already relaxing and making the mst </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/2932951477683499975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=2932951477683499975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/2932951477683499975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/2932951477683499975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/12/christmas-vacation.html' title='Christmas Vacation'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-8942620552984224595</id><published>2008-12-17T13:23:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:34:34.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Post</title><summary type='text'>I was going through a blog of a friend and I found this very fun google post so I decided to make an entry about it. Try it!:)Here are the rules:" Use Google Image to search the answers to the questions below. Then you must choose a picture in the first page of the results and post it as your answer."1. Date of my birthday2. The place I'd like to travel to3.  A favorite place4. A Favorite Thing5.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/8942620552984224595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=8942620552984224595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/8942620552984224595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/8942620552984224595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/12/cool-post.html' title='Cool Post'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SUiP5RxErBI/AAAAAAAAADg/jD1zf4H9KuI/s72-c/np1988-10-26%28lg%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-6049688367737349732</id><published>2008-12-04T10:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:32:37.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym</title><summary type='text'>My friend and I are really desperate to lose weight. I mean Christmas season is already here and one thing's for sure, there'll be lots and lots of kainan! So before the classes end for Christmas break, my friend and I have decided to do some drastic actions. Graduation is near and so is the ever famous Grad ball. We need to look good in cocktail dresses.LOL:)We ended up going to the gym. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/6049688367737349732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=6049688367737349732' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/6049688367737349732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/6049688367737349732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/12/gym.html' title='Gym'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-4676097131558841420</id><published>2008-11-28T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:21:14.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippine Heart Center'/><title type='text'>Philippine Heart Center</title><summary type='text'>Obviously, I have not been able to update my blog. Second semester just started last week and I'm finding it hard to adjust again to the early duties and unending copying of notes. I guess it's just not sinking in that I only have a few months before my college life ends and that I'll soon be entering the world of the unemployed. But nonetheless, I don't want to entertain those dreadful thoughts.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/4676097131558841420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=4676097131558841420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/4676097131558841420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/4676097131558841420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/11/philippine-heart-center.html' title='Philippine Heart Center'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SS9jcYNTdDI/AAAAAAAAADY/agsrnFkD-ho/s72-c/DSC04508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-131786742699812625</id><published>2008-11-18T11:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:16:17.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Friday</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever wondered what it would be like if you had the chance of becoming a different person just for one day?Well, I did. The mere thought of living a different life excites me. The idea of seeing life in a whole new perspective rekindles my inert desire to live.This harebrained notion of mine has kept on bugging me for days now. And it’s not every day that I have thoughts like these that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/131786742699812625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=131786742699812625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/131786742699812625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/131786742699812625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/11/freaky-friday.html' title='Freaky Friday'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-1455124284847082268</id><published>2008-10-14T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:32:28.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>October 14</title><summary type='text'>Four years ago, when me and my twin sister were still in high school, I was happy. Not just pretending. But I was really happy. I had plenty of friends, made my family proud of me and I had someone who made me feel special. I was excelling in the academic field and also in my extra curricular activities. I even made the school proud by bringing home the 3rd place for the editorial writing contest</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/1455124284847082268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=1455124284847082268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/1455124284847082268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/1455124284847082268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/10/october-14.html' title='October 14'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-6115655686190863881</id><published>2008-10-12T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:15:07.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me.</title><summary type='text'>I've made mistakes in my life.I've let people take advantage of me,and I accepted way less than I deserve.But, I've learned from my bad choices andeventhough there are somethings I can neverget back and people who will never be sorry,I'll know better next time andI won't settle for anything less than I deserve.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/6115655686190863881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=6115655686190863881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/6115655686190863881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/6115655686190863881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/10/me.html' title='Me.'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-968058341179561250</id><published>2008-10-12T17:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:05:29.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>Scrambled</title><summary type='text'>A perfect reason why I spend most of my time surfing the net:I'm nowhere near perfectI eat when I'm boredI fall for boys and believe liestoo easily, i'm hoping that one day i don't need a fake smileand make up stories to get someone to like me.i live by quotes that explain exactly what i'm going throughand make up excuses for everything.I have my bestfriends and my enemies.drama and memories.i'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/968058341179561250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=968058341179561250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/968058341179561250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/968058341179561250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/10/scrambled.html' title='Scrambled'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-3133625275425360980</id><published>2008-10-08T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:38:53.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up'/><title type='text'>Formally</title><summary type='text'>It has almost been a month since me and Ron broke up. I guess I just couldn't find the guts to announce it to the world. And I guess I just couldn't put together the pieces of reasons why I broke up with him. I tried running away from the problem and hid it by drinking and spending most of my time with my friends. But in the end, I had to face all the pain, hurt and guilt. Yes, I had hurt Ron </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/3133625275425360980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=3133625275425360980' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/3133625275425360980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/3133625275425360980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/10/formally.html' title='Formally'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-3939321860148544168</id><published>2008-10-05T11:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:50:15.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simpsonize'/><title type='text'>Simpsonized</title><summary type='text'>I was doing my usual morning habit of checking my accounts. As I was going through a friend's multiply account, I saw a picture of him that was simpsonized. Haha. It really looked like him so I decided that I had to get one myself! and tadah! I was instantly zapped into the world of Springfield. LOL:) Even the hair was right (bangs and curls!)!So try it for yourself. Here's the link: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/3939321860148544168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=3939321860148544168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/3939321860148544168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/3939321860148544168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/10/simpsonized.html' title='Simpsonized'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SOg4z0BfJxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-NWSzWMOrEA/s72-c/simpsonized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-1591725921820208914</id><published>2008-10-03T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:37:25.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/1591725921820208914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=1591725921820208914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/1591725921820208914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/1591725921820208914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/10/crack.html' title='Crack'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-8043966825026551025</id><published>2008-09-25T14:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:58:39.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNSM Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordle'/><title type='text'>Interesting Discovery</title><summary type='text'>Today marks the beginning of the celebration of the College of Nursing and School of Midwifery Days. I attended the morning activities as usual. However, when lunch break came, I got bored and decided to go back to my dorm to rest. I simply did not feel the spirit of the whole activity. Maybe it's because I'm not used to being alone during this festivity. I guess I miss my buddies whom I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/8043966825026551025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=8043966825026551025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/8043966825026551025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/8043966825026551025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/09/interesting-discovery.html' title='Interesting Discovery'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SNszbuTf_yI/AAAAAAAAADA/vAwKv4qcM4E/s72-c/I+Hope+It%27s+You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-8936387496950300255</id><published>2008-09-22T01:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:38:34.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thin'/><title type='text'>Midnight Madness</title><summary type='text'>It's already 1:30 in the morning and i'm still up! What's wrong with me? I should be studying for a really REALLY long quiz tomorrow. But I can't. I seem to be distracted or something. And the weird thing is I don't know what keeps my mind off things. Hmmm.. I've drank 5 cups of coffee so that I could just study. But here I go again, turning on my laptop! Hahaha. Am I really that lazy to study? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/8936387496950300255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=8936387496950300255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/8936387496950300255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/8936387496950300255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/09/midnight-madness.html' title='Midnight Madness'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SNaFRJouK7I/AAAAAAAAACo/IemdsWyFmVo/s72-c/80U54784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-3117661835506209514</id><published>2008-09-21T09:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T09:59:36.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shutter shades'/><title type='text'>Shutters</title><summary type='text'>Last Friday marked the end of our ER duty in the Philippine Orthopedic Center. As usual, we had to leave school at around 12 noon since our duty time was 2:00-6:00pm. It was hot and traffic. We passed by Hyatt Hotel since one of my group mates came from Baclaran. Anyway, she had a lot of stuff with her. And to our surprise, she had a bag of newly bought SHUTTER SHADES from the Baclaran stores. It</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/3117661835506209514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=3117661835506209514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/3117661835506209514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/3117661835506209514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/09/shutters.html' title='Shutters'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SNWqLiaNWRI/AAAAAAAAACY/lbdfwiWHJ8s/s72-c/UpShots4200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-8000729755240291006</id><published>2008-09-18T10:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:14:17.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair Perm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perming'/><title type='text'>Perm</title><summary type='text'>Last Sunday I had my hair permed! Whew! Talk about a new do! LOL! This is all because of my super close friend, Mai who also had her hair permed a week before I had mine. Ever since I hit college I always wanted to have my hair permed. The only problem was, I had no budget and didn't know if it would suit me. LOL:) So there, I experimented a little and viola! It's a different me.:) I'll upload a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/8000729755240291006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=8000729755240291006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/8000729755240291006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/8000729755240291006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/09/perm.html' title='Perm'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SNG5U4MWZNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/C_Jr6Q6hBoc/s72-c/88E75685.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-8380029612691866321</id><published>2008-09-17T08:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:04:55.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Here I Go Again</title><summary type='text'>Here I go again! Ruining my last year in college with just a freaking little mistake. But what did I do about it? NOTHING.:( For almost two years now I have been living in the shadow of the rumors and hearsay about me and yet, HERE I GO AGAIN starting the terrible same problem. :( don't I ever learn? Have I not yet had enough self pity for me to be doing this? Or am I just too reckless with my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/8380029612691866321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=8380029612691866321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/8380029612691866321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/8380029612691866321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/09/here-i-go-again.html' title='Here I Go Again'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SNBV36hl-JI/AAAAAAAAACA/FNaOinbi5U4/s72-c/DSC00287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-6064676717153799723</id><published>2008-09-14T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T10:13:25.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ateneo Vs. Uste'/><title type='text'>Funny Morning</title><summary type='text'>While I was doing my morning routine of checking my mails and posts, my sister told me to check out one site. It had an entry regarding a post from a so-called blogger named Matt Quintos. After reading the entry, I was literally laughing my heart out! Go ahead and read it. But before you read this quite offensive entry, please brace yourselves for his pa-conyo writing...Anyway, if you wanna read </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/6064676717153799723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=6064676717153799723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/6064676717153799723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/6064676717153799723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/09/funny-morning.html' title='Funny Morning'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-5396512143193448168</id><published>2008-09-07T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:49:37.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl'/><title type='text'>Gossip Girl Season 2</title><summary type='text'>Finally!! Season 2 of GG aired last week! Though I don't have any TV in my dorm, I was able to watch the first episode. With a little help of the unlimited internet connection here, I watched the entire episode on youtube! LOL.:) If there is a will, there is ALWAYS a way. Hehe. However, the first episode didn't quite meet my expectations. It wasn't as funny and witty as it's past episodes. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/5396512143193448168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=5396512143193448168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5396512143193448168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5396512143193448168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/09/gossip-girl-season-2.html' title='Gossip Girl Season 2'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SMO_lurcolI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hP68iH5_0oc/s72-c/54_uploadedImage__gossip_girl_week_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-7819544207082082079</id><published>2008-09-03T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:46:05.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><summary type='text'>Well, the midterm exams are over. And I'm not hoping for a high grade! Ugh!!! The exams were tough!!! Even my evaluation exam for the NCMH duty was really hard!:( In short, it has not been a good week for me. Mom won't buy me a new laptop charger and I haven't saved enough money yet. Anyone kind enough to sponsor me?:( Oh well, I guess that's life. Guess I need to find someone else whom I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/7819544207082082079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=7819544207082082079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/7819544207082082079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/7819544207082082079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/09/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-5039890014680593989</id><published>2008-08-29T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:00:39.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Day'/><title type='text'>Disastrous!</title><summary type='text'>Today is a not so good day for me.I woke up late, I was soaked in my own sweat as early as 5 o'clock in the morning, our Clinical Instructor was not pleased with our performance at the Grand Socialization, went home and found out that I had run out of uniforms to wear at our final defense tomorrow and worst of all, I lost my laptop charger. In short, this day was disastrous! Personally, I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/5039890014680593989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=5039890014680593989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5039890014680593989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5039890014680593989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/08/disastrous.html' title='Disastrous!'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-8297974802718187765</id><published>2008-08-27T15:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:26:56.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NCMH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thesis'/><title type='text'>Ms. Preoccupied</title><summary type='text'>Have you noticed anything new about my blog? Well, well, well. Just take a quick glance at the address bar. Thanks to my ever generous sister. :D I'm so excited! I'm seriously going to start writing entries! However due to the numerous things that I need to finish this week, I wouldn't be able to have enough time to compose entries or even surf the net. :( I don't even play Wonderland </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/8297974802718187765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=8297974802718187765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/8297974802718187765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/8297974802718187765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/08/ms-preoccupied.html' title='Ms. Preoccupied'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-6755516203866543427</id><published>2008-08-19T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:11:45.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing Olympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogthings'/><title type='text'>Olympics</title><summary type='text'>I have recently visited my sister's blog and read an entry about the Beijing Olympics. Like her, me and my family here in Pinas have been glued to the television ever since the Olympics started. I am a great fan of how the Chinese opened the summer Olympics. I loved every single bit of it.:) It's just sad to hear how the talented little girl was banned from the Olympics because she did not have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/6755516203866543427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=6755516203866543427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/6755516203866543427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/6755516203866543427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/08/olympics.html' title='Olympics'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-3850832848530109410</id><published>2008-08-17T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T10:44:07.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonderland Online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long Weekend'/><title type='text'>A Long Weekend</title><summary type='text'>After the VERY stressful duty last Friday, I can finally have some rest and relaxation for THREE LONG days! Monday was declared to be a no work and no classes holiday since the country will be celebrating the Ninoy Aquino Memorial Day. YIPEE! I have more time to finish my requirements and parts of our undergraduate thesis. However, instead of making my requirements, I found myself playing the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/3850832848530109410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=3850832848530109410' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/3850832848530109410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/3850832848530109410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/08/long-weekend.html' title='A Long Weekend'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-5708007488834483043</id><published>2008-08-14T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:26:42.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Team Leader'/><title type='text'>On Being A Team Leader</title><summary type='text'>Today, I was given the privilege of being a team leader of our group during our last day of duty. I woke up a bit late and reached the area at around 5:15 in the morning. I was still sleepy and moved like a turle! I was really slow! I finished getting the patient's data as well as their medications at around 5:45. I didn't even have enough time to do a plan of activities for the whole day! Good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/5708007488834483043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=5708007488834483043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5708007488834483043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5708007488834483043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/08/on-being-team-leader.html' title='On Being A Team Leader'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-5115243524652763589</id><published>2008-08-12T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:26:55.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair color'/><title type='text'>Hair Color Frenzy</title><summary type='text'>Last Saturday, my mom and I decided to have our hair colored. We literally had nothing to do, so with a little help from Ate Minnie's give-away hair color we had our hair colored in an instant! At first, I wasn't quite sure if the color would suit me. It was mahogany. And being the true Pinay that I am, mahogany is really not the color for me. It was either to brown and light or I was just too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/5115243524652763589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=5115243524652763589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5115243524652763589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5115243524652763589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/08/hair-color-frenzy.html' title='Hair Color Frenzy'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-8310660506811700557</id><published>2008-08-10T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T13:44:13.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Wrong with Me?</title><summary type='text'>I have not been acting like myself lately. Sometimes I feel so happy and the next minute I feel sad and become so sensitive. I don't know what's wrong with me. I easily get irritated with the smallest things. Like today, I should be up and happy because we're celebrating kuya Rex's birthday in advance but at the middle of lunch, I suddenly turn my smile into a frown and become very quiet. It has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/8310660506811700557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=8310660506811700557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/8310660506811700557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/8310660506811700557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/08/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s Wrong with Me?'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-5404276970756001633</id><published>2008-08-08T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:54:47.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linky love'/><title type='text'>Pinay Bloggers' Forum Blog Roll</title><summary type='text'>To join the blogroll, please join us Pinay Bloggers' Forum! :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/5404276970756001633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=5404276970756001633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5404276970756001633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5404276970756001633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/08/pinay-bloggers-forum-blog-roll.html' title='Pinay Bloggers&apos; Forum Blog Roll'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-2632722112323680664</id><published>2008-08-06T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:26:17.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Morning Rush</title><summary type='text'>Today, I woke up in a very bad mood. It was already 5:45 am when I got up and realized that I had duty today from 6 am to 2 pm. I hurriedly brushed my teeth, wore my uniform and stockings and fixed my hair the best that I could even though it was tough since my hair was all dry. I immediately rushed to the hospital entrance within 3 minutes. There, I saw my friend with some of my former </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/2632722112323680664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=2632722112323680664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/2632722112323680664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/2632722112323680664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/08/early-morning-rush.html' title='Early Morning Rush'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-951358023210940373</id><published>2008-08-05T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:08:19.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpredictable</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is yet again another duty day. What can I say? Now that I have become a senior nursing student, duty days are more numerous than those of the lectures. There are less notes to study and more actual practice. Anyway, I will be having my duty tomorrow in a private ward. Since this would only be my second exposure in this kind of ward, I don't know what to expect about the staff as well as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/951358023210940373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=951358023210940373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/951358023210940373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/951358023210940373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/08/unpredictable.html' title='Unpredictable'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-2326569670944593380</id><published>2008-08-03T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:52:20.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Awful Friday</title><summary type='text'>Last Friday, I was given the privilege of being assigned in the Emergency Room of one hospital which La Salle owns. The thought of being ready for unexpected accidents and mishaps scared me. But since almost all of the students who were assigned in the ER were benign throughout the entire two weeks, I was expecting my first ER duty to be very boring and unproductive. However, at the end of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/2326569670944593380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=2326569670944593380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/2326569670944593380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/2326569670944593380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/08/awful-friday.html' title='An Awful Friday'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-7122542287811347594</id><published>2008-07-31T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:47:42.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonderland Online'/><title type='text'>An Addiction to Wonderland</title><summary type='text'>I have not been able to sleep soundly and finish my required tasks for the past week. The culprit? Wonderland online Gaming. It is an online game which is all about adventures, quests and leveling up. It's like Virtual Villager and Aveyond. Recently, a friend of mine introduced me to the said online game and viola! I instantly became addicted. The mere fact that I might level up with just a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/7122542287811347594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=7122542287811347594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/7122542287811347594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/7122542287811347594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/07/addiction-to-wonderland.html' title='An Addiction to Wonderland'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-5784570716367254737</id><published>2008-07-27T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:11:22.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Anthology of Events</title><summary type='text'>A lot of things happened last week. I was finally able to watch the Dark Knight starring Heath Ledger and Christian Bale. All in all, I found the movie depressing yet profound. Heath Ledger gave justice to Joker’s character. But sad to say, he already passed away even before the showing of the Dark Knight. What a waste!! Anyway, my grade in Asian Civilization for the prelim term was finally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/5784570716367254737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=5784570716367254737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5784570716367254737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5784570716367254737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/07/anthology-of-events.html' title='An Anthology of Events'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-8727458087085327656</id><published>2008-07-23T16:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:47:59.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rizal: Bayaning Third World'/><title type='text'>Rizal: Ang Bayaning Third World</title><summary type='text'>Jose Rizal: Third World Hero is a hilarious and witty movie showing the numerous questions and facts that still remain unanswered about Jose Rizal’s Life. It briefly elaborates the flow of certain events in Rizal’s life which have made a great impact regarding him being a national hero. The plot of the movie pulls him off his pedestal and deconstructs him with intelligence and logic. With this in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/8727458087085327656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=8727458087085327656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/8727458087085327656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/8727458087085327656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/07/rizal-ang-bayaning.html' title='Rizal: Ang Bayaning Third World'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-9149094939631488899</id><published>2008-07-21T21:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:48:22.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People from the Land Down Under'/><title type='text'>Farewell to the People  from the Land Down Under</title><summary type='text'>Before leaving last night, I said goodbye to my older sister and her family. I thought that their stay here in the Philippines would be longer. But sad to say, they will be leaving for Australia on the 24th. And since I am staying at a dormitory in Cavite, our quality time was cut short. But one thing's for sure. I'm terribly going to miss the Aussie family.Ate has definitely changed. She has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/9149094939631488899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=9149094939631488899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/9149094939631488899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/9149094939631488899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/07/farewell-to-people-from-land-down-under.html' title='Farewell to the People  from the Land Down Under'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SISi_wwUnHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/27IBpfghgB4/s72-c/PC140096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-5148683029848367526</id><published>2008-07-14T09:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:48:43.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANTM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asperger&apos;s disorder'/><title type='text'>ANTM Cycle 9 with a Twist</title><summary type='text'>Last night, I finished watching America's Next Top Model cycle 9. Since I am a big fan of ANTM, I watched the entire cycle in just one sitting. Every cycle is different from the other. And to my surprise, an aspiring model named Heather joined ANTM cycle 9 even though she had Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder and Asperger's disorder. Coincidentally, my major subject this semester is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/5148683029848367526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=5148683029848367526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5148683029848367526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5148683029848367526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/07/antm-cycle-9-with-twist.html' title='ANTM Cycle 9 with a Twist'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-9123527525554491821</id><published>2008-07-12T11:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:49:10.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multiply'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Online Shopping'/><title type='text'>Online Shopping</title><summary type='text'>For the past few weeks, i have been obsessing over the silliest things. I am a certified online shopping addict. Besides ebay.ph, multiply has also started selling items online. The different users of multiply offer a lot of choices from bags to clothes and even nursing books. And ever since I discovered this online tiangge, I have been spending most of my time viewing numerous home pages and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/9123527525554491821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=9123527525554491821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/9123527525554491821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/9123527525554491821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/07/online-shopping.html' title='Online Shopping'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-504755557158464771</id><published>2008-06-12T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:27:02.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Accidentally Sent</title><summary type='text'>Tonight, i did my daily habit of checking all my accounts (friendster, multiply, myspace, hi5, eskwela, etc!!!) and to my surprise, i found a FS msg from one of my friend's cousin. I read the message (eventhough it was forwarded) and was enlightened when i finished the story. With what i'm going through right now, i think the message helped me BIG time!!!! So for all of you out there who can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/504755557158464771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=504755557158464771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/504755557158464771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/504755557158464771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/06/accidentally-sent.html' title='Accidentally Sent'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-8394428807224418350</id><published>2008-05-23T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:23:42.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>I licked a jar of honey because I'm sexy!</title><summary type='text'>Pick the month you were born in1 - I ran over2 - I killed3 - I needed4 - I raped5 - I killed6 - I cuddled with7 - I ran naked with8 - I slept with9 - I stabbed10 - I licked11 - I banged12- I smokedPick the day (number) you were born on01 - ur grandma02 - the kool-aid man03 - a horse04 - a pornstar05 - your mom06 - you07 - a bag of weed08 - a prostitute09 - a toothbrush10 - a jew11 - a homo12 - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/8394428807224418350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=8394428807224418350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/8394428807224418350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/8394428807224418350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2008/05/i-licked-jar-of-honey-because-im-sexy.html' title='I licked a jar of honey because I&apos;m sexy!'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-126184261081379889</id><published>2007-06-06T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:20:51.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Obscure</title><summary type='text'>I lie here in the darknessI'm too tired to sleepcan't steal any silencemy thoughts are too loudI'm so afraidwhy don't I know what I wantwhy don't I know what to doI hear life only gets more confusingI can't survive thatI'm hardly hanging on nowI wish I could tell youbut I don't know what to sayI don't like the way I feelI don't think I ever willI'm beyond the point of sadbecause I've given upI </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/126184261081379889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-5710681156707597294</id><published>2007-06-02T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:49:24.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allegory of Twinge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>An Allegory of Twinge</title><summary type='text'>Woeful plights bring about bursts of emotions.In my case I made a poem and called it An Allegory of Twinge.Desolation and grief delugesBlotted were the dreamsSelf-worth seen as cipherDejection was my doppelgangerBattered by a callous hordeAbused with blistersSoul was left blankFacet is now crestfallenElation no longer residesLife seen as ruthlessDitched by relied chumsFelt forlorn and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/5710681156707597294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=5710681156707597294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5710681156707597294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5710681156707597294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2007/06/allegory-of-twinge.html' title='An Allegory of Twinge'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-4005871381277699068</id><published>2007-05-28T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:16:02.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Convalescent</title><summary type='text'>Living in the shadows of fear and sorrow won't get you anywhere. Life goes on whether you're ready or not.These were the words that came into my mind when i read a blog entry of a friend.I have been spending more than half of my summer sulking. And i think i've had it with all these negative emotions, thoughts and memories. I want to move on and live my life to the fullest. Crying over spilled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/4005871381277699068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=4005871381277699068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/4005871381277699068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/4005871381277699068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2007/05/convalescent.html' title='Convalescent'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-8469421161217673312</id><published>2007-05-27T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:14:07.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Insomnolence</title><summary type='text'>I have not been able to sleep soundly for the past week. Could it be that I am suffering from insomia or is this because of my woeful plights which I have to face everyday? I always feel tired and weak but whenever I try to get some sleep, I just end up staring blankly at the ceiling or listening to almost 100 songs in my ipod. What's wrong with me? I already have dark baggy eyes. People say that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/8469421161217673312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=8469421161217673312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/8469421161217673312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/8469421161217673312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2007/05/insomnolence.html' title='Insomnolence'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-7254324937109132465</id><published>2007-05-26T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:10:12.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>State of Misery</title><summary type='text'>Caught in a state of ultimate miseryOnly I can feel this pain;No one can ever take it from meIt is mine alone and self-containedI open my eyes, but what do I see?Nothing, but a blur everywhere I turn;The only thing clear is your face,Staring back at me blank, empty, and sternI listen intently, but what do I hear?Only the echo of a once sweet voiceTelling me that I’m not good enoughAnd that he’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/7254324937109132465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=7254324937109132465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/7254324937109132465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/7254324937109132465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2007/05/state-of-misery.html' title='State of Misery'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-6765410994500165618</id><published>2007-05-23T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:08:33.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovelife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Melancholy</title><summary type='text'>It has been another tedious day. Nothing spectacular happened. Maybe the only thing that I would be looking forward to is the bag of polvoron kuya Rex promised me.I guess my problems won't stop bugging me until I break down and give up. To top it off, I found out that Jamie is going to transfer to another school. Things just couldn't get any worse than this. The people who I lean upon are taking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/6765410994500165618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=6765410994500165618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/6765410994500165618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/6765410994500165618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2007/05/melancholy.html' title='Melancholy'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-4324416239135695640</id><published>2007-05-21T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:06:57.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovelife'/><title type='text'>Miffed!</title><summary type='text'>I've spent the entire day cooped up in a room w/c we all call the "computer room". Obviously, this is where all the computers are plunked. I've probably viewed all the profiles of my friends in friendster, hi5, myspace and even multiply. Evidently, i am BORED to death. Things couldn't get any worse. Then, a good friend of mine texted me. Said that it was probably the right time to face his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/4324416239135695640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=4324416239135695640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/4324416239135695640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/4324416239135695640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2007/05/miffed.html' title='Miffed!'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-7640339334256578040</id><published>2007-05-20T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:00:31.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Amnesty</title><summary type='text'>Summer classes are finally over and i've never felt so good. At the start of the second half of my summer classes, things got out of hand. i got into so much trouble and got to hurt so many people. luckily, it just took a little time for everything to be ok and for me to be forgiven. Though summer classes only lasted for 5 weeks, i've learned more from it than the past semesters in my college </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/7640339334256578040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=7640339334256578040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/7640339334256578040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/7640339334256578040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2007/04/amnesty.html' title='Amnesty'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-7429171366873784204</id><published>2007-05-14T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:58:37.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tripping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><summary type='text'>I've spent sunday with my two older brothers.. After getting back to reality, i thought i owe them some quality time! i missed our lakwachas.. first went to sm north with dave and kuya pao. had snacks at burgerking timog and finally made our way to tomas morato. finally decided to get some exercise.. badminton it is! haha.. the guys looked that they had fun. plus i finally met kuya rex's new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/7429171366873784204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=7429171366873784204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/7429171366873784204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/7429171366873784204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2007/05/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-6202544018230827491</id><published>2007-05-13T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:56:42.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovelife'/><title type='text'>Euphoric...?</title><summary type='text'>Ever had that feeling when you just want to suddenly drop flat on the floor and die? I do. For the past few weeks, i've been feeling really shitty and worthless. I've made so many mistakes. I've hurt some friends, my family and now, I'm more bitter about love. In a matter of two weeks, i've done all of those stupid things. I never learn from mistakes.It's hard avoiding a person you've shared </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/6202544018230827491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=6202544018230827491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/6202544018230827491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/6202544018230827491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2007/05/euphoric.html' title='Euphoric...?'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-2462174185456557141</id><published>2007-04-29T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:54:26.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tripping'/><title type='text'>Molino</title><summary type='text'>One week with no classes is like drinking coke after a very hot and tiring walk. I've had so much to do that i hardly replied to text messages. Imagine me, not replying to messages. that would mean that i was super busy. Hehe. Since monday, i've been out of the dorm. From lyceum to MOA to molino. whew. Lakwacha to the max! But hey, i'm not complaining. It was a good way to relax. Plus i had soooo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/2462174185456557141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=2462174185456557141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/2462174185456557141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/2462174185456557141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2007/04/molino.html' title='Molino'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-7806699790577154009</id><published>2007-04-22T04:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:53:02.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Hell Week Finally Over</title><summary type='text'>Our nutrition class is finally over. What a relief. All week long, we've been preparing a meal for a 31 year old patient who has gastritis and is a seventh day adventist. Whew. Talk about complex computations and intense research. On top of that, we had our final exam yesterday. Sure is hell week. Hopefully, all the hard work and sleepless nights would pay-off. Anyhow, we have a one week vacation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/7806699790577154009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=7806699790577154009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/7806699790577154009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/7806699790577154009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2007/04/hell-week-finally-over.html' title='Hell Week Finally Over'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-5747309123840253026</id><published>2007-04-21T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:49:37.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visual DNA'/><title type='text'>My Visual DNA</title><summary type='text'>Hey everyone! checkout my widget. Got it from ate leah. You get to answer questions with the given choices (e.g. my vice: food!). Pretty cool. Try it!^_^Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/5747309123840253026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=5747309123840253026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5747309123840253026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/5747309123840253026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2007/04/my-visual-dna.html' title='My Visual DNA'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-6176904790655353865</id><published>2007-04-16T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:49:50.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italiani&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Italiani's</title><summary type='text'>I woke up early today. Got up, had some breakfast and took a bath. The yearly rendezvous with papa was in glorietta (as usual). We had lunch, talked and bonded. There was something different with this year's reunion. We were conversing in a strange way, like we were a happy family. It was quite weird but hey, i had to admit that it kinda felt good, I mean every child longs for his/her dad's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/6176904790655353865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=6176904790655353865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/6176904790655353865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/6176904790655353865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2007/04/italianis.html' title='Italiani&apos;s'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149376376660820186.post-3311208813826489956</id><published>2007-04-07T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:48:28.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Hypoglycemia</title><summary type='text'>Nutrition and diet therapy is one hell of a subject. I haven't been this stressed since the anatomy days. The school hours are too long and we only have 2 weeks to finish the subject. Imagine this, we just started the semester last Tuesday, then had our midterm exam today. Toxic. Minerals, Vitamins, Protein, Fats, etc.etc. So basically, there was no time for relaxation and sleep. You'd have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiedecena.com/feeds/3311208813826489956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5149376376660820186&amp;postID=3311208813826489956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/3311208813826489956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149376376660820186/posts/default/3311208813826489956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiedecena.com/2007/04/hypoglycemia.html' title='Hypoglycemia'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905275234287929192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIQe_ofTi9o/SH88JiK_9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TCgTfLOerbA/S220/81464805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
