<?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-249364321084414188</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:30:28.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>superkshie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09857215869313484120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SknQUT4fzhI/AAAAAAAAABA/MAnR1OCUhBI/S220/1_220662441l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249364321084414188.post-1834864483788448461</id><published>2009-12-23T12:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:59:51.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Hiatus No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay. So I got my blog-life back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I almost trashed this account. Again. Good thing, I'm feeling kind today. And thanks to Christmas break, now I've got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the time to reconstruct this and reconnect with my online friends &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas break has been very productive despite the no-allowance basis  and the lonesomeness of not seeing your friends day after day. It's the chance for me to spend more time with my family, fix my things and relive my activeness in the online world. I still haven't got anything for myself  this Christmas, though. I'm hoping Mom would still ask me to shop after she's done with the house chores. Hah! Whattalazykid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are some of my plans this Christmas break:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy a cute top for the usual-bar-hopping on the 25th.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get myself a date. - DONE!&lt;br /&gt;3. Purchase new earphones for the iPod.&lt;br /&gt;4. Meet up with my high school friends. Again.&lt;br /&gt;5. Spend MORE, MORE time with my family.&lt;br /&gt;6. Say sorry to that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; that I've hurt before.&lt;br /&gt;7. Gala and more gala with my college friends.&lt;br /&gt;8. Finish my requirements in Psych and PGC.&lt;br /&gt;9. Bar-hop in Manila! This excites me.&lt;br /&gt;10. Say goodbye to past and say hello to the present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I'm still thinking of doing more. I hope I can accomplish all of these.&lt;br /&gt;Advance Merry Christmas to everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249364321084414188-1834864483788448461?l=superkshie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/feeds/1834864483788448461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-hiatus-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/1834864483788448461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/1834864483788448461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-hiatus-no-more.html' title='On Hiatus No More'/><author><name>superkshie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09857215869313484120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SknQUT4fzhI/AAAAAAAAABA/MAnR1OCUhBI/S220/1_220662441l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249364321084414188.post-8520163319724766757</id><published>2009-07-29T21:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:58:05.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It hurts knowing that he's in pain, that he recently had his heart broken. &lt;/span&gt;I don't know why I get so affected with this though I'm not the one involved. I feel sorry for him. Now, he knows how difficult it is to be in this position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no way I'm giving up on him. I'll stop when he finally says it's over. Go fix that boy's broken heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249364321084414188-8520163319724766757?l=superkshie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/feeds/8520163319724766757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/07/heartless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/8520163319724766757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/8520163319724766757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/07/heartless.html' title='Heartless'/><author><name>superkshie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09857215869313484120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SknQUT4fzhI/AAAAAAAAABA/MAnR1OCUhBI/S220/1_220662441l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249364321084414188.post-8688466259808691950</id><published>2009-07-25T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:50:55.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Define Toxic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Good news!&lt;/span&gt; I have my life back. Goodbye, stress. Hello, good life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case Presentation is finally over. Three groups were assigned to present this time and we were the last one to report. It started at 1:00 PM and ended at almost 8:00 PM. Imagine the interval? TOXIC! As in, really toxic. We crammed a few hours before the presentation 'cause we still haven't finished some typing and all. So, yeah. Cramming is the shittiest shits ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, we're still very thankful because we're the last one to present. We still had the time to review our case and correct any erasures that might have occurred. We had 4 panels but only one of them kept on asking questions, even the smallest things, that's why the whole presentation lasted for almost 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I think our group did pretty well. We'll just have to avoid cramming the next time we'll present. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Congrats, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3rd years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SmsMgjlBFVI/AAAAAAAAACI/A3uy0-II_BI/s1600-h/DSCF0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SmsMgjlBFVI/AAAAAAAAACI/A3uy0-II_BI/s200/DSCF0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362393534760555858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Group mates; cramming during presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SmsMgZ6sJCI/AAAAAAAAACA/5xHY6NKdF1k/s1600-h/DSCF0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SmsMgZ6sJCI/AAAAAAAAACA/5xHY6NKdF1k/s200/DSCF0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362393532167103522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This whole drama thing :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SmsMg5gctMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/S6-c-T2smEA/s1600-h/DSCF0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SmsMg5gctMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/S6-c-T2smEA/s200/DSCF0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362393540646974658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;End! With our clinical instructors, Sir Federico &amp;amp; Ma'am Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249364321084414188-8688466259808691950?l=superkshie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/feeds/8688466259808691950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/07/define-toxic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/8688466259808691950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/8688466259808691950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/07/define-toxic.html' title='Define Toxic'/><author><name>superkshie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09857215869313484120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SknQUT4fzhI/AAAAAAAAABA/MAnR1OCUhBI/S220/1_220662441l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SmsMgjlBFVI/AAAAAAAAACI/A3uy0-II_BI/s72-c/DSCF0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249364321084414188.post-725603873545491069</id><published>2009-07-21T20:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:55:47.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe Slow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just like what I've promised, I'll post a good-read entry the next time I'll update this blog. And by chance, I'm on the good mood today. I mean really, really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So, what's keeping me busy-slash-frustrated-slash-hassled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Project in English&lt;br /&gt;2. Case Presentation&lt;br /&gt;3. Prelim Examination&lt;br /&gt;4. Hospital Duties&lt;br /&gt;5. My friend's debut on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;6. No cash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;7. My health&lt;/span&gt; SRSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hoping that after this week, I'll be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;stress-free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; o&lt;/span&gt;nce again. I want my life back! I want everything to be under control. I want this to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh-kay. I think I'd rather stick to my good mood than to rant about non-sense things. Anyhow, today is a good day. Just for this moment, I tried not to think about my frustrations. And besides, the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; brighten up my day. I guess that's enough for me to say that today is a really good day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By next week, everything will be just fine; except for the fact that we'll be transferred to the medicine ward. I scream for surgery! I really miss the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249364321084414188-725603873545491069?l=superkshie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/feeds/725603873545491069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/07/breathe-slow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/725603873545491069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/725603873545491069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/07/breathe-slow.html' title='Breathe Slow'/><author><name>superkshie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09857215869313484120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SknQUT4fzhI/AAAAAAAAABA/MAnR1OCUhBI/S220/1_220662441l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249364321084414188.post-582370301135444203</id><published>2009-07-20T21:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:09:04.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Current status: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STRESSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SmR5sG_bLdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cKSfUw3WMZM/s1600-h/DSC02618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SmR5sG_bLdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cKSfUw3WMZM/s320/DSC02618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360543255175572946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture was taken last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I miss the moments*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seeing this pictur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; gives me relief &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll post a better entry next time. Promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249364321084414188-582370301135444203?l=superkshie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/feeds/582370301135444203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/07/stressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/582370301135444203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/582370301135444203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/07/stressed.html' title='Save Me'/><author><name>superkshie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09857215869313484120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SknQUT4fzhI/AAAAAAAAABA/MAnR1OCUhBI/S220/1_220662441l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SmR5sG_bLdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cKSfUw3WMZM/s72-c/DSC02618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249364321084414188.post-4988044737694193914</id><published>2009-07-14T21:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:41:42.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MASAYA LANG AKO :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole morning-slash-afternoon with my friends, with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"special someone"&lt;/span&gt;. I think I'm being too obvious. It's like, I'd do anything just to see him, even for a while. I'm putting too much effort on this whatever-you-call-this-thing that we have. Seryoso na yata ako? :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hugged me the moment he saw me outside the library. Speechless* There's just something in him that makes me wanting him more. Sobrang cheeesy. Well, at least, I have a lovelife. Mwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang-out at his tambayan, yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;internet cafe&lt;/span&gt;. He made me sit beside him. I didn't mind the boredom and drowsiness, basta katabi ko siya. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we texted after. Can't wait to see him tomorrow. That boy really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249364321084414188-4988044737694193914?l=superkshie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/feeds/4988044737694193914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/07/minsan-kinilig-ako-eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/4988044737694193914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/4988044737694193914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/07/minsan-kinilig-ako-eh.html' title='Cheesy'/><author><name>superkshie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09857215869313484120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SknQUT4fzhI/AAAAAAAAABA/MAnR1OCUhBI/S220/1_220662441l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249364321084414188.post-5856445682965446850</id><published>2009-07-12T19:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:33:04.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Px: Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm back. And I'm on the mood to blog. Mmkay, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick last Thursday and sad to say, I missed my first duty at the Pedia Ward. And believe me, it's not just the fever that cost me too much problem, I had to go through hell before I can get myself a medical certificate. I was really disappointed with some nurses at the hospital for a reason that they don't give equal treatments to their patients, which then includes me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baklang-baboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; na yon, may araw din yun. Makikita niya.&lt;/span&gt; If killing your enemies is not considered a crime, he's probably in the cemetery, or in the public market by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough with the hatred thing. What's more important is that I'm feeling okay now. My appetite went back to normal and srsly, I have to eat a lot 'cause I think I've lost too much pounds. FYI: I don't eat when I'm feeling sick. So, there. Skinny, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Friday, I went back to the hospital to attend my duty even if I was still feeling a little exhausted. I don't want to miss too much requirements &amp;amp; quizzes, I srsly don't want to fail. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So.. welcome to the Pedia Ward&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'd rather work at the Surgery Ward than the Pedia Ward. Seeing premature babies with oxygen tanks on their side scares me. Those thin transparent tubes inserted onto those kids' nose, those IV's &amp;amp; needles, those soft cries and tantrums.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang weird&lt;/span&gt;. It's like, I still can't manage pediatric patients. I dunno why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I'm still adjusting to a new environment. A ward that is full of kids and teary-eyed parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Gusto ko na ng baby. Naisip ko lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249364321084414188-5856445682965446850?l=superkshie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/feeds/5856445682965446850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/07/px-babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/5856445682965446850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/5856445682965446850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/07/px-babies.html' title='Px: Babies'/><author><name>superkshie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09857215869313484120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SknQUT4fzhI/AAAAAAAAABA/MAnR1OCUhBI/S220/1_220662441l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249364321084414188.post-5790884686761097917</id><published>2009-07-05T20:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:07:47.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2633/3689507997_d251eb4abb.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 209px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2633/3689507997_d251eb4abb.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In front; third person from the left. This picture was taken last year but the memories, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; will always be remembered. If I'm not mistaken, this was the time wherein I'm starting to realize that I'm letting myself fall in love with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bakit ba nakatayo ka pa? Umupo ka na nga.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy, I know. But being on my position is not that easy. You started out as friends, almost treated each other as brothers and sisters, then you'll end up realizing that you like him. And the worst-slash-happiest part is? He's also treating you somewhat special. Not as a little sister, but more like a crush or something. Something sweeter than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 months and counting. All I wanna know is, are you still worth waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249364321084414188-5790884686761097917?l=superkshie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/feeds/5790884686761097917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/07/senti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/5790884686761097917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/5790884686761097917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/07/senti.html' title='Senti'/><author><name>superkshie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09857215869313484120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SknQUT4fzhI/AAAAAAAAABA/MAnR1OCUhBI/S220/1_220662441l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249364321084414188.post-5888731738426494292</id><published>2009-06-29T20:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:57:12.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Nurse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Hospital duties at night are way better than the daytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Surgery ward is not that as scary and stressful as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm happy to say that I am now enjoying my duties at the hospital.  Merely because I get to work with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute &lt;/span&gt;male nurses. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Srsly, it feels great when you know you've cared enough for your patients especially the part when you hear them say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Computation of meds is not just about mathematical solutions, you also have to use your common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Seeing my patients in deep pain makes me feel weaker. Now I know what the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;empathy&lt;/span&gt; really means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You can never change the fact that some kids will always be frightened with people wearing white uniforms with matching stethoscopes hanging around their necks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. NCP's and Drug Studies are the !@#%#$*? things ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I still can't get over with that incident last week. Super kilig* Those nurses that I've mentioned on my # 3 are not just cute, they're super nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for my kuya for giving me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SkjOf4MVuqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YmpdQ6SqHjY/s1600-h/nurse-white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SkjOf4MVuqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YmpdQ6SqHjY/s200/nurse-white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352755204185242274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;L.O.V.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; I miss you MORE! See you soon, bibi c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249364321084414188-5888731738426494292?l=superkshie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/feeds/5888731738426494292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-miss-nurse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/5888731738426494292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/5888731738426494292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-miss-nurse.html' title='Little Miss Nurse'/><author><name>superkshie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09857215869313484120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SknQUT4fzhI/AAAAAAAAABA/MAnR1OCUhBI/S220/1_220662441l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SkjOf4MVuqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YmpdQ6SqHjY/s72-c/nurse-white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249364321084414188.post-5659107269770032717</id><published>2009-06-24T19:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:08:20.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XOXO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SkIVkkMqs9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/bDngF04Eq3A/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SkIVkkMqs9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/bDngF04Eq3A/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350863025205851090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm missing my friends like hell.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know why they had to reshuffle us in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;*Stupid schedule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope to see you soon, guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249364321084414188-5659107269770032717?l=superkshie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/feeds/5659107269770032717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/06/xoxo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/5659107269770032717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/5659107269770032717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/06/xoxo.html' title='XOXO'/><author><name>superkshie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09857215869313484120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SknQUT4fzhI/AAAAAAAAABA/MAnR1OCUhBI/S220/1_220662441l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SkIVkkMqs9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/bDngF04Eq3A/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249364321084414188.post-1164394844359309847</id><published>2009-06-21T19:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:17:43.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First &amp;amp; foremost, I want to extend my greetings to your dad for today is their very special day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Father's Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; to all your dads out there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't have that enough budget to give my dad a little something, I've decided to write him a letter. But here's the catch: I'm not gonna give that letter to him. Instead, I'll be posting it here on my blog. It depends on him if he'll find out about this or.. not. But I'm guessing that would be too impossible. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama begins now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything that you've done for the family. I can see that it's hard being on your position. You have to work six times a week and besides your family, you also have to think about your responsibilities on your assigned job and your employees, as well. There are times wherein you also have to deal with some family issues since everyone in the family is depending you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, I'm really sorry if I'm hurting or disappointing you without me knowing.  I have to admit, I'm not a perfect daughter. I also have my own flaws and I commit mistakes just like everyone else does. And we both know that I'm not really affectionate when it comes to you, my parents, but you have to know that I love you both.. and I'll always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your love, security and understanding. I'm hoping that you'll always be that person whom everyone admires. Oh and by the way, I'm also hoping that you will now allow me to have a boyfriend. You've met that someone already so I'm thinking, this won't be really difficult this time. I know my limitations and I'd still keep my priorities straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Pa. Happy Father's Day. Love lots! &lt;3&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your unica hija,&lt;br /&gt;Casey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249364321084414188-1164394844359309847?l=superkshie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/feeds/1164394844359309847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/06/secret-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/1164394844359309847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/1164394844359309847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/06/secret-letter.html' title='Secret Letter'/><author><name>superkshie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09857215869313484120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SknQUT4fzhI/AAAAAAAAABA/MAnR1OCUhBI/S220/1_220662441l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249364321084414188.post-5360603412180662561</id><published>2009-06-19T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:00:50.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Make It Last Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know. The title is somewhat cheesy. But what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially opening my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;newest&lt;/span&gt; blog which is currently appearing on your screen. Just so you know, this is my second time to sign-up in Blogger. I left my previous &lt;a href="http://www.kshie.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; because of some crucial reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I really had no time to update it because my schedule then was very, very hectic. I'm 100 % sure that nursing students could relate to this.&lt;br /&gt;2. I think I was very childish back then.&lt;br /&gt;3. I wasn't happy with it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I'm hoping I won't get frustrated with my blog this time. C'mon, let's be friends. I don't bite. Link exchanging begins. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Off-topic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first duty in the hospital had just started. I was assigned on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out-Patient Department &lt;/span&gt;wherein you get to interact with lots and lots of patients. I was on the Pedia Section and spending time with the kids makes me want to continue my studies and become a pediatrician. Though, they are sick people.. they still look so adorable. This made me remember my childhood days wherein I was having those so-called temper tantrums whenever I see those ladies wearing white uniforms. Now I know the feeling of being feared and loathed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, we'll be having our duty inside the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surgery Ward&lt;/span&gt;. Aww, this is going to be really, really bloody. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow is our free day, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; free day. But we'll be having classes on Sunday. More like, during Sundays. Whattamess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249364321084414188-5360603412180662561?l=superkshie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/feeds/5360603412180662561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-make-it-last-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/5360603412180662561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/249364321084414188/posts/default/5360603412180662561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superkshie.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-make-it-last-forever.html' title='Let&apos;s Make It Last Forever'/><author><name>superkshie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09857215869313484120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxLjO7npEHU/SknQUT4fzhI/AAAAAAAAABA/MAnR1OCUhBI/S220/1_220662441l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
