<?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-5980085916082994356</id><updated>2011-07-08T22:45:41.059+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Zenny's mind cookies</title><subtitle type='html'>Anything that comes to my mind for a day</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zenny Drilon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04241374646076533734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SekqxdgNoMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wLjqs2svQI4/S220/mey.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980085916082994356.post-2889023356344843889</id><published>2009-08-06T08:46:00.003+06:30</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:05:09.858+06:30</updated><title type='text'>D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/164637/"&gt;blogskins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself that I'll update this blog after my bestfriend's debut party. But it took two more weeks before thinking twice on it and totally acting on it.&lt;br /&gt;What motivated me to write this is the photos of that memorable night I was scanning through just this morning.&lt;br /&gt;We were all happy and worry-free. I smiled at all the stolen shots, the photographer took the best ones.  The debut party not only served as my bestfriend's first social engagement, but it also served a little reunion of friends.&lt;br /&gt;Most of her friends in high school were there and we had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this blog entry is just an introduction to my next post (to be posted soon) that details the happenings and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayt~! see ya laters &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980085916082994356-2889023356344843889?l=zennyscookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2889023356344843889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/08/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/2889023356344843889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/2889023356344843889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/08/d.html' title='D:'/><author><name>Zenny Drilon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04241374646076533734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SekqxdgNoMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wLjqs2svQI4/S220/mey.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980085916082994356.post-2498440056277020844</id><published>2009-06-23T09:45:00.002+06:30</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:31:50.382+06:30</updated><title type='text'>totally freaked out...</title><content type='html'>like really..&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;witnessing your sister getting off...&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I came in our room [that's because we 3 sisters are sharing a single room] she was really busy with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the living room and doing my usual thing every morning, watch tv, eat breakfast, fix some stuff and clean other stuff and of course surfing the net. So yeah, I went to our bedroom to get something when I heard some "creaking" ( I didn't know she was there), I peeked in slowly and saw her... you know, getting it off and getting totally busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was the only one doing it...but I guess I'm not alone. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980085916082994356-2498440056277020844?l=zennyscookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2498440056277020844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/06/totally-freaked-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/2498440056277020844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/2498440056277020844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/06/totally-freaked-out.html' title='totally freaked out...'/><author><name>Zenny Drilon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04241374646076533734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SekqxdgNoMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wLjqs2svQI4/S220/mey.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980085916082994356.post-8168048142065106448</id><published>2009-04-27T18:16:00.002+06:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:25:12.224+06:30</updated><title type='text'>she's coming home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r304/broken_and_betrayed/blackwhitemenadjane-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 266px;" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r304/broken_and_betrayed/blackwhitemenadjane-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/164637/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to hear from Granny Mang, my bestfriend's grandmother, that my bestfriend Jane living (with her family) &amp;amp; studying in japan (from 2007-recently) is coming home for a 5-day vacation!&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee~!! ♥&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited to see her and her Okasan ^~^&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to tell her! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo excited because she wasn't able to visit us, her friends, last year.&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^~^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980085916082994356-8168048142065106448?l=zennyscookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8168048142065106448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/shes-coming-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/8168048142065106448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/8168048142065106448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/shes-coming-home.html' title='she&apos;s coming home'/><author><name>Zenny Drilon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04241374646076533734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SekqxdgNoMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wLjqs2svQI4/S220/mey.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980085916082994356.post-1019811257315752667</id><published>2009-04-26T12:17:00.002+06:30</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:44:17.724+06:30</updated><title type='text'>VBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/164637/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to say goodbye to the kids.. T^T.. it's saddening because I really like being with them. My mood hasn't been so good the past few days and I don't understand why, and going to the place where the kids are and teaching them lessons somehow comforts me. I don't do all the talking though, I ask them questions; they answer then they start talking and I listen. And after every lesson, we play games. Playing games with them somehow relieved me of my stress and "mood swings". I try to mask the depression when I talk to them though, I don't want to see their teacher's (me..) weakness, they wouldn't understand anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so okay...&lt;br /&gt;day1: at first the kids were a bit shy to us..&lt;br /&gt;day2: some started introducing and opening themselves to us&lt;br /&gt;day3: all are open and friendly...then they started asking us (specially me) to play&lt;br /&gt;day4: after the lessons, we'd play and have fun...^^ I liked it because I go back to my childhood personality when I play; loud, cheerful, hyper and fair-player&lt;br /&gt;day5:  I had to spend the last day with them..and make that day as memorable as possible^^ ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be edited later...this is making me sad..]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980085916082994356-1019811257315752667?l=zennyscookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1019811257315752667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/vbs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/1019811257315752667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/1019811257315752667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/vbs.html' title='VBS'/><author><name>Zenny Drilon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04241374646076533734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SekqxdgNoMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wLjqs2svQI4/S220/mey.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980085916082994356.post-2729056765148106572</id><published>2009-04-24T05:51:00.002+06:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T05:57:11.100+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Not Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SfD4NlSXk2I/AAAAAAAAABY/JCf_GK1i7Og/s1600-h/forest2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SfD4NlSXk2I/AAAAAAAAABY/JCf_GK1i7Og/s200/forest2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328031271410439010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Not Found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped &amp;amp; screamed&lt;br /&gt;so happy, I am, I thought&lt;br /&gt;I sat down, then pondered&lt;br /&gt;sadness, I sought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggle &amp;amp; wiggle I did&lt;br /&gt;this heart feels heavy&lt;br /&gt;sing, shout like a kid&lt;br /&gt;these knees are weary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit &amp;amp; stare above&lt;br /&gt;sweat drips, trickles&lt;br /&gt;nothing, no one to think of&lt;br /&gt;tears; my cheek tickles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climb &amp;amp; lay on bed&lt;br /&gt;silently stare above&lt;br /&gt;so happy, I am, I thought&lt;br /&gt;but sadness still not found&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/5980085916082994356-2729056765148106572?l=zennyscookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2729056765148106572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/2729056765148106572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/2729056765148106572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-found.html' title='Not Found'/><author><name>Zenny Drilon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04241374646076533734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SekqxdgNoMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wLjqs2svQI4/S220/mey.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SfD4NlSXk2I/AAAAAAAAABY/JCf_GK1i7Og/s72-c/forest2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980085916082994356.post-439078156783560359</id><published>2009-04-24T05:31:00.002+06:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T05:49:11.429+06:30</updated><title type='text'>What I wrote last night..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/164637/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when can I close my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;I want to close them now...&lt;br /&gt;When will I fall?&lt;br /&gt;I've been hanging on the edge; my fingers hurt&lt;br /&gt;How do I scream this out?&lt;br /&gt;Teach me, because I can't hold it in anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Point me to a corner, please?&lt;br /&gt;I need to hide from it all...I need my little box&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't my tears falling?&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping them in my little bottle inside for a while...&lt;br /&gt;What do I do to throw these grudges out?&lt;br /&gt;My heart carried them for years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this real? Am I seeing it? Is my heart breaking?&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry now, shut my eyes, scream it out...&lt;br /&gt;but when I open my mouth, no sound comes out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you finished? Is it my turn now?&lt;br /&gt;can I put myself first now?&lt;br /&gt;(stop being selfish for once and open your eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need consolation, will someone give it to me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeking a friend, a hero, a listener&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of always being the one who listens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you trustworthy? I'm quite unsure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you selfless? Because I'm tired of selfishness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you honest?true? Because I'm tired of SECRETS and LIES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, when can I close my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;They're red with too much sadness and pain...&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/5980085916082994356-439078156783560359?l=zennyscookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/feeds/439078156783560359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-i-wrote-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/439078156783560359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/439078156783560359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-i-wrote-last-night.html' title='What I wrote last night..'/><author><name>Zenny Drilon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04241374646076533734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SekqxdgNoMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wLjqs2svQI4/S220/mey.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980085916082994356.post-5043113317802239927</id><published>2009-04-22T19:35:00.002+06:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:39:32.916+06:30</updated><title type='text'>scorpio and cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moon Scorpio-Moon Cancer&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;      Both of you are very sensitive and intuitive about others'       needs and feelings, and become deeply attached to people.       The two of you can become very, very close, intensely bonded       to one another, for you both need and seek a very complete       emotional union with your partner. Cancer is very dependent on       loved ones, and so is Scorpio, though Scorpio doesn't always show or       admit it. When you want something or care about something or       someone, both of you are very emotional and often lose all       objectivity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;      For the most part you are quite compatible, but there are       some differences. Scorpio is more passionate, more emotionally       driven, and has very strong loves, hates, and emotional       reactions to people and situations (though these feelings       may be hidden).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;      Scorpio's depths are revealed to very few, and it is difficult for       Scorpio to be openly vulnerable and to relinquish control in a       relationship. Scorpio can be very vindictive when hurt or angry.       Cancer, on the other hand, is softer, more tender and gentle, and       may be upset at times by Scorpio's vehemence. Cancer wants and needs a       very sympathetic, nurturing, non-competitive and peaceful       atmosphere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~&gt; Love it ^^.. -giggles&amp;amp;blushes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;from :http://www.cafeastrology.com/moonsignscorpiocompatibility.html#cancer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980085916082994356-5043113317802239927?l=zennyscookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5043113317802239927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/scorpio-and-cancer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/5043113317802239927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/5043113317802239927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/scorpio-and-cancer.html' title='scorpio and cancer'/><author><name>Zenny Drilon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04241374646076533734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SekqxdgNoMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wLjqs2svQI4/S220/mey.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980085916082994356.post-7282899239410952777</id><published>2009-04-21T15:40:00.004+06:30</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:25:32.521+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Children</title><content type='html'>Being a volunteer teacher for elementary students is such a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;Kids are so much fun, they're&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...very out-going, like everyone's a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...cheerful; seeming not to worry about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...honest; when they want to say something they say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...very straightforward, yet their words don't hurt, it inspires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980085916082994356-7282899239410952777?l=zennyscookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7282899239410952777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/7282899239410952777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/7282899239410952777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/children.html' title='Children'/><author><name>Zenny Drilon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04241374646076533734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SekqxdgNoMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wLjqs2svQI4/S220/mey.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980085916082994356.post-3303394140113233663</id><published>2009-04-20T20:54:00.003+06:30</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:23:32.825+06:30</updated><title type='text'>contenment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SeyG89-FCJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/STFj4CWSfL8/s1600-h/Dixie_by_KazyHeartCookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SeyG89-FCJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/STFj4CWSfL8/s200/Dixie_by_KazyHeartCookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326780841257666706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/164637/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like staring at animals&lt;br /&gt;specifically dogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like playing with dogs&lt;br /&gt;they make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I'm sad, I hang out with them&lt;br /&gt;they make me smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They comfort me when I'm irritated&lt;br /&gt;they make my heart sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; =^0.0^=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980085916082994356-3303394140113233663?l=zennyscookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3303394140113233663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/3303394140113233663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/3303394140113233663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='contenment'/><author><name>Zenny Drilon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04241374646076533734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SekqxdgNoMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wLjqs2svQI4/S220/mey.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SeyG89-FCJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/STFj4CWSfL8/s72-c/Dixie_by_KazyHeartCookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980085916082994356.post-7006469930293235863</id><published>2009-04-20T09:59:00.004+06:30</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:29:49.973+06:30</updated><title type='text'>to sleep or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r304/broken_and_betrayed/MelmaDrilon433-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 304px;" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r304/broken_and_betrayed/MelmaDrilon433-001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/164637/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste of my medicine Erceflora Nebula...is like water from the faucet that stayed stagnant for 4 days...&lt;br /&gt;Doc said I take it an hour before meals, so yeah I did as what she told. Now my tummy, specifically my upper abdomen, hurts a bit. Well, it only hurts a bit because I'm immune to these physical pains that I can somehow tolerate worse.&lt;br /&gt;(...so much for being a sadomasochist XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to sleep and rest...I may not feel that bad, but I just want to lay down, stare at the ceiling, think of nothing, listen to the crickets and just be blank for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Then go back to reality...if that's where I'm supposed to go back to.&lt;br /&gt;But no, I shouldn't sleep...I have stuff to do...&lt;br /&gt;This summer is boring and I want to do something, but whenever there's something up for me I want to just go back to my bored state. And the cycle goes on and on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980085916082994356-7006469930293235863?l=zennyscookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7006469930293235863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-sleep-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/7006469930293235863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/7006469930293235863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-sleep-or-not.html' title='to sleep or not'/><author><name>Zenny Drilon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04241374646076533734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SekqxdgNoMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wLjqs2svQI4/S220/mey.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980085916082994356.post-3282868615095193831</id><published>2009-04-19T14:32:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:32:59.212+06:30</updated><title type='text'>raining again...under summer's sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SeraqNV1XbI/AAAAAAAAABA/Hf9Rm_Kily0/s1600-h/bamboo_by_KazyHeartCookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SeraqNV1XbI/AAAAAAAAABA/Hf9Rm_Kily0/s320/bamboo_by_KazyHeartCookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326309927989632434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's raining again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;it's summer, but the rain is pouring down on the roof like naigara falls of canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's cold, yes...but not freezing...the kind of cold that makes you wanna sit at the table with a bowl of chicken soup mother made...the kind of cold that makes you wanna curl up in a fetal position on your bed while listening to Corinne Bailey Rae songs...the kind of cold that make you wanna hibernate, telling your brain and heart to rest for months...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;it's 4 pm yet the clouds look like 6 pm clouds...time to prepare dinner? no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I went outside because dad asked me to buy coffee at a near by "tiangge" ... I liked the cool breeze on my face upon opening the door...I smiled seeing the pink roses in full bloom...I stared at two kids passing by eating pocky sticks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and then I reminisced my childhood memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;...playing games, sharing ghost stories, hanging out at different places, eating chips...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and the best would be dancing or singing under the rain with them..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's raining again...it's cold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And I'm smiling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980085916082994356-3282868615095193831?l=zennyscookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3282868615095193831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/raining-againunder-summers-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/3282868615095193831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/3282868615095193831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/raining-againunder-summers-sky.html' title='raining again...under summer&apos;s sky'/><author><name>Zenny Drilon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04241374646076533734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SekqxdgNoMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wLjqs2svQI4/S220/mey.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SeraqNV1XbI/AAAAAAAAABA/Hf9Rm_Kily0/s72-c/bamboo_by_KazyHeartCookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980085916082994356.post-8218497689723436232</id><published>2009-04-18T20:14:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:28:08.607+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Photos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/Senaujn1iRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EeiHemw-EdM/s1600-h/Curiousity_by_KazyHeartCookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/Senaujn1iRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EeiHemw-EdM/s400/Curiousity_by_KazyHeartCookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326028527713487122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I enjoy taking black and white photos. I usually take pictures of nature; flowers, stones, moss, etc. I like how soothing and calming it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I sometimes as my brother to be my model in some photos, ahaha, he seems to be enjoying it as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980085916082994356-8218497689723436232?l=zennyscookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8218497689723436232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-enjoy-taking-black-and-white-photos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/8218497689723436232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/8218497689723436232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-enjoy-taking-black-and-white-photos.html' title='Photos..'/><author><name>Zenny Drilon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04241374646076533734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SekqxdgNoMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wLjqs2svQI4/S220/mey.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/Senaujn1iRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EeiHemw-EdM/s72-c/Curiousity_by_KazyHeartCookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980085916082994356.post-5760346348701583988</id><published>2009-04-18T17:49:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:27:24.605+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Teh Hospital...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning, I had a medical check up. My father and I went together to the Hospital, then to my Pediatrician.&lt;br /&gt;So, after telling my doctor what I felt during the month (experienced diarrhea twice, tummy pains, nausea and painful defecation) , she suspected it was amoebiasis. Then she asked me if I had fever this month, I said no, waited for her to say something but instead she started scribbling out her prescription for me.&lt;br /&gt;Erceflora nebules, Tagamet and Oral rehydrites. She told me to take the nebules twice a day one hour before meals. Monitor anything that's going on with me, record, go back to her and have another check up again. Then wrote a request for fecalysis and urinalysis. The findings were both negative. I told my mom about it then she suggested full abdomen ultrasound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, that this is another waste of money. Me being sickly, just adds to my father's stress factors.&lt;br /&gt;Mom is in Manila having her Summer Affiliation. She'll be dealing with mental patients and teaching students on how to assess, assist, all nursing procedures etc the patients. Also, she'll be touring the city and buying stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she took with her 10k, all to be spent on stuff that she need not most.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, dad has 6k here, and he needs more money for my medicine and laboratory exams, the internet bill, water bill, electricity bill and more stuff needed at home..now what's left with dad's money is 2k and he needs to buy medicine for the sickly (me) and food for 5 people, whereas my mom doesn't have to buy or to cook hers because she's staying at an apartment-like place where they just pay 650 bucks a day for 3 meals, water, electricity and other services, just name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just pisses me off...Mom said she'd send money here, then said it'll be delayed for the bank was closed..meh...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being selfish or hoard-some, but think of the money my dad needs more and i just can't accept my mom having more and spending it on clothes that will just rot away years later...whilst saving my life now will rot 60 years...hello??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980085916082994356-5760346348701583988?l=zennyscookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5760346348701583988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-morning-i-had-medical-check-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/5760346348701583988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/5760346348701583988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-morning-i-had-medical-check-up.html' title='Teh Hospital...'/><author><name>Zenny Drilon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04241374646076533734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SekqxdgNoMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wLjqs2svQI4/S220/mey.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980085916082994356.post-7007776850630604889</id><published>2009-04-18T07:01:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:27:41.607+06:30</updated><title type='text'>I welcome myself to blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/Ser1eJKY50I/AAAAAAAAABI/fo2DdnkYXoM/s1600-h/da_c.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/_EagVVkF7n_U/Ser1eJKY50I/AAAAAAAAABI/fo2DdnkYXoM/s200/da_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326339407523407682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aaahh..yes..blogging...I heard that blogging is cool. So I thought, 'Maybe I should try it out', and yes I did after 2 years of thinking about it XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about making one when I saw one of my old friend's blog yesterday. It looked so cool and calming; how she played with her words and how simple the template she used yet appealing to the eyes like, "Wow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, I lay on my parent's bed and thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I make a blog, I could share my thoughts with my friends online and with my friends living far away...&lt;br /&gt;if I make a blog, I can whisper to anyone in the web...&lt;br /&gt;if I make a blog, I ... I can somehow accomplish self-satisfaction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AND BOOM~!! this morning, I woke up with the motivation to do so..XD&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980085916082994356-7007776850630604889?l=zennyscookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7007776850630604889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-welcome-myself-to-blogging.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/7007776850630604889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980085916082994356/posts/default/7007776850630604889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zennyscookies.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-welcome-myself-to-blogging.html' title='I welcome myself to blogging'/><author><name>Zenny Drilon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04241374646076533734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/SekqxdgNoMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wLjqs2svQI4/S220/mey.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EagVVkF7n_U/Ser1eJKY50I/AAAAAAAAABI/fo2DdnkYXoM/s72-c/da_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
