<?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-7961877</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:47:44.533-08:00</updated><category term='Coach'/><category term='movies and TV'/><title type='text'>cutiewitch's own</title><subtitle type='html'>blah, blah, blah....yadda, yada, yadda....etc., etc!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-6278331140108463945</id><published>2007-12-12T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T08:36:52.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder where would my life be if tomorrow didn't happen........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-6278331140108463945?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6278331140108463945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=6278331140108463945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/6278331140108463945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/6278331140108463945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-wonder-where-would-my-life-be-if.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-5124008957206369706</id><published>2007-10-27T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T10:10:37.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RyNxAQkFt1I/AAAAAAAAADM/t_YQtfdXq4g/s1600-h/fuck.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Let me tell you about Lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He was a young intern from the hospital just across the street.  His grandmother broke her hip and ended up in the unit where I worked and by some stroke of luck (or whatever you may call it), I took care of her that day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lee was cute and for the first time in a very long time I felt my heart flutter a little.   When he talked to me about his Nana, I noticed how gentle he was, the way he talked, the way he held the pen, the way he engaged my eyes.  He was flirting with me, I noticed.  But what I liked about it was he was  actually trying to hide it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No, it wasn’t my imagination.  He was flirting alright.  He gave me his home, mobile and pager numbers, you know just in case there was something we needed for his Nana.  But being a medical intern and without a POA, he knew full well we would be calling his Grandpa, his Dad, and his Nana’s other children before we would even get to him.  I held on to that yellow sticky, kept it just because it made me feel good.  It was nice to feel once again that I had the power to attract the opposite sex..... It’s been a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Before he left that afternoon, he invited me for coffee.  I politely declined although I would have really loved to just be able to discover what was in Lee.  I knew that if I obliged to this one invitation, it can lead to something further, something complicated, something I might not be able to handle, or undo.  He did call the floor several more times, in the pretense that he was asking about his Nana.  But we both knew it wasn’t that at all.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When Nana finally left she hugged me so tight and muttered something in a foreign language to which everybody sheepishly smiled.  One of the daughters put her arms around me and translated what Nana said......”You would be wonderful for Lee”.  I was pretty sure the shock showed in my face but I tried to bring out a smile and wrinkled my nose at her.  Deep inside I was also smiling.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now several years later, I still remember Lee.  I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if we did go for that coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-7906956719763857067?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7906956719763857067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=7906956719763857067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/7906956719763857067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/7906956719763857067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/let-me-tell-you-about-lee.html' title='Let me tell you about Lee'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-1149040234656637601</id><published>2007-10-22T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T03:02:31.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WhAt's GoiNg On?????</title><content type='html'>All of these are true and happened in a span of about two months....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby received an email from an old friend relaying that our friend has gone missing after a petty misunderstanding with his wife.  He did not come home that night and the next night.  It was not like him and he was without his wallet and his cellphone that his wife started getting worried and a search was started.  He was found several days after, dumped in an area somewhere in Quiapo.  He was apparently abducted, tortured and a gun pointed to his temple several times.  The reason for the abduction and torture is still unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some weeks ago, hubby (again) got a text message that his former boss was shot dead due to a traffic accident.  Yes, it was that one that happened in Pasig, where the shooter was a lawyer.  He was young, but the shooter was younger.  Both lives were wasted in an instant because of road rage.  Because none of the two can just sit and count to ten.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was deeply saddened to learn that my sister's ex-boyfriend's father, a respectable cancer surgeon, was stabbed to death.  He heard a noise from outside his car and fearing that he had hit someone, he got off.  According to (a) witness, three men jumped on him and stabbed him.  Then they ran away when they realized that someone saw them.  It's still not sure if they meant to rob him.  Karma will get them in no time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-1149040234656637601?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1149040234656637601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=1149040234656637601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/1149040234656637601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/1149040234656637601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/whats-going-on.html' title='WhAt&apos;s GoiNg On?????'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-2474716556505176854</id><published>2007-10-12T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:18:33.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/Rw-6ale69AI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kKARi7QDWYQ/s1600-h/fairytales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/Rw-6ale69AI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kKARi7QDWYQ/s200/fairytales.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120516267244712962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held you in my arms and whispered "it's just you and me now", and as soon as the words came out I realized how inaccurate that was.  Because you were the first one who left, the one who did not stay. I died that day............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have not recovered from the trauma of it all, and the worst part is, I was the only one who knew what I was going through.....I was alone in my battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-2474716556505176854?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2474716556505176854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=2474716556505176854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/2474716556505176854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/2474716556505176854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-held-you-in-my-arms-and-whispered-its.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/Rw-6ale69AI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kKARi7QDWYQ/s72-c/fairytales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-3457411916888078925</id><published>2007-10-07T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:32:54.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Desperate?</title><content type='html'>Here's my take on that Desperate Housewives racial slur about Filipino doctors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got offended.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They apologized.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got enough attention now and I bet no one will ever dare reference any Filipino without proper research again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job Pinoy!  Now let's get on with our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O gusto na din natin i-declare Teri Hatcher (not Thatcher!) persona non grata like Claire Danes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-3457411916888078925?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3457411916888078925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=3457411916888078925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/3457411916888078925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/3457411916888078925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/whos-desperate.html' title='Who&apos;s Desperate?'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-4999678441929570071</id><published>2007-08-25T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T09:53:09.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mindy's comic life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RtBeMBR20vI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rKCxBBnfL1Q/s1600-h/mindy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RtBeMBR20vI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rKCxBBnfL1Q/s200/mindy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102681938405544690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-4999678441929570071?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4999678441929570071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=4999678441929570071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/4999678441929570071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/4999678441929570071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/08/mindys-comic-life.html' title='mindy&apos;s comic life'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RtBeMBR20vI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rKCxBBnfL1Q/s72-c/mindy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-5529740459682223305</id><published>2007-07-30T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:37:08.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye, thank you and an update</title><content type='html'>I know, I know....I owe a lot of people a proper goodbye, a thank you, an update of what's going on with me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo sorry.  I did not realize that moving back home can get really crazy.  I came to the US with a 50lb suitcase.  I left with 2 70lb luggages, a 42lb carry on (yes, it was overweight), and a bag where I put my laptop in, which I dropped. So now my 6 month old mac has this crazy design with black border in it that grows bigger everyday I'm expecting my screen to get all covered soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, to all the people that I have known, and been friends with in all my 4 years in San Antonio.  I have learned a lot and cherish every moment that I have spent with all of you....even if it was just being on the floor together and the occasional "are you ok?" (Right Rhett?).  I won't name names for fear of missing someone, the way I did when our college reunion site asked me to name my college friends.  How I missed one, I don't understand, but I did...and I don't have any excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done anything yet except organize my flickr.  Check it out sometime.  I haven't been to the beach, which surprises even me.  I have seen one friend, so far.  One called me really mad for not letting her know I was coming home.  So far, that's all the people that knows I'm back.  I'm just hibernating right now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..goodbye.....thank you...and that's what's going on...for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-5529740459682223305?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5529740459682223305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=5529740459682223305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/5529740459682223305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/5529740459682223305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/07/goodbye-thank-you-and-update.html' title='goodbye, thank you and an update'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-107016694356142453</id><published>2007-06-22T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:23:35.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One last (horrible) day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my last day at work.   I cried 3 times.  No it wasn't of sadness that I'm leaving the friends I have made during my 2 years as a part of Team Tele.  It was because the jungle got to me again.  I wasn't spared, in fact I think that I had the worst day ever last night.  Come to think of it, it had been bad for me all week long, as if the jungle was making me pay for leaving it.   I kept telling myself "last day, Mikee, last day", but it did not provide any comfort at all, it couldn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I should have called in.  I have planned to call in ever since the schedule came out.   I had a change of heart at the very  last minute and I regretted it from the very moment I got report.  My first patient call, my first task of the day, even before I can do vitals or assessment, was for assistance to the commode.  That signaled the start to my horrible, horrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got my 3rd phone call at about 0830, that was the first time I cried.   At that point I still have not done anything but answer phone calls and cleaning the bedside commode.  By the time my day ended at 7pm, I have cleaned the commode a total of 19 times, called the doctors and ancillary staff about 15 times, noted off a total of 7 pages of orders for 3 patients as my admission (transfer actually) did not have any new orders.  Oh wait, I actually had to message dietary for her because she does not eat beef and cannot tolerate milk.  And the tray that I had to pick up from ICU because it was delivered there after she got transfered?  It had beef and milk.  Surprise, surprise.  I managed to squeeze in one bed bath before my transfer came down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was terribly worried about one patient who may be having pulmonary embolism.  That would have been the icing on the cake, or rather the salt to the wound if she suddenly crashed because I have overlooked the signs or denied it and wanted to believe it was a rib fracture instead.  I sincerely did not think it was PE but sometimes it's best to rule out the worst than find out when it was too late.  I had to do her dressing change after I've already given report to the next shift.  It was a good thing that she did not want to be moved because of her pain, I had an excuse not to do it when it was due, at 9 in the morning!  So 10 hours after it was due, I finally got to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stay an hour and a half more for my charting of course.   This was the latest I've ever left since I moved to Tele.  Yeah, it was that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst of all, I was so tired and sick of the floor by the end of the day that it overshadowed my desire to linger and bid everyone a proper goodbye.  I brought my camera but did not get any opportunity to take photos.   I meant to be all smiles but I don't think I ever managed to even do that the whole day.  Except when with a patient.  You can't not smile when you're with a patient!  We even forgot about the pizza we were going to order.  No wait, we did not forget, we deliberately pushed it aside.  It was at the bottom of our list for the day.  And we never got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will surely miss the people at 6S, but no, I won't miss the floor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-107016694356142453?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/107016694356142453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=107016694356142453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/107016694356142453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/107016694356142453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-last-horrible-day.html' title='One last (horrible) day'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-5786788035058368035</id><published>2007-06-22T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:10:51.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going away......(party)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RnyXaF0rgpI/AAAAAAAAACk/0u1sj7R_p2o/s1600-h/100_2243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RnyXaF0rgpI/AAAAAAAAACk/0u1sj7R_p2o/s200/100_2243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079100954262602386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to our Alma Mater , the University of the Incarnate Word, to say our final farewell.  It was nice and touching that they would host this get together for us.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the 7 of us (minus Grace who's about ready to pop) with Martin (our alternate officer) and Dean Kathi Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/Rnya210rgqI/AAAAAAAAACs/Kg84Jdptiv4/s1600-h/100_2233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/Rnya210rgqI/AAAAAAAAACs/Kg84Jdptiv4/s200/100_2233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079104746718724770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tele family gave me a Mexican themed going away party.  It was lovely and thoughtful and made me feel guilty about leaving. (L-R: Helen, Fatima, Shawnda, Me, Dawn, Marissa at the back, Kelly, Kate, Diana and Renee)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-5786788035058368035?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5786788035058368035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=5786788035058368035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/5786788035058368035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/5786788035058368035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/06/going-awayparty.html' title='Going away......(party)'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RnyXaF0rgpI/AAAAAAAAACk/0u1sj7R_p2o/s72-c/100_2243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-176240837375515136</id><published>2007-06-14T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T17:01:35.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies and TV'/><title type='text'>Friday Night Lights and Freedom Writers</title><content type='html'>There's nothing good on TV nowadays. No Lost, no Grey's Anatomy, no Brothers and Sisters, etc. etc.  There's a few new shows that I'm looking into but have not "caught" me yet, the ways that the above-mentioned have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to do but dig into the shows that fellow GTalker and TV junkie Mindy have discussed in her blog?  Friday Night Lights, I thought should be worth looking at, although I am not really into football.  However, sis Mindy said it wasn't all about football and I trust her judgment.  She was right.  I was surprised that I liked (and got excited) about the football part of this show, among other things.  Surprised even that I can't wait to get to bed so I can continue watching the rest of the episodes.  Yes, I go to bed an hour early every night so I can watch an episode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I skipped my nightly rendezvous with "the boys" to give way to Freedom Writers.  I did not regret doing that at all.  I cried, no I sobbed! I woke up with really puffy eyes this morning, that's how much it affected me.  I love movies like that, movies that remind us we can all make a difference if we willed it.  It reminds us we can give our share, not to say that we need to take on an impossible challenge but to be aware.  Everyday we get in contact with people who need a smile, or a hug, an ear to listen or just to be there.  And if we take time to consider how our little efforts can make an impact to those in need, we might just be able to stop and give time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-176240837375515136?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/176240837375515136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=176240837375515136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/176240837375515136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/176240837375515136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/06/friday-night-lights-and-freedom-writers.html' title='Friday Night Lights and Freedom Writers'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-5682735882101042168</id><published>2007-06-09T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T09:39:43.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coach'/><title type='text'>Obsessed with.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RmrM910rgmI/AAAAAAAAACM/h_SwjzdGIHY/s1600-h/coachswing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RmrM910rgmI/AAAAAAAAACM/h_SwjzdGIHY/s320/coachswing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074093292978405986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Really itching to get my hands on these!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;***The Coach Swingpack &gt;                            &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                                             and The Mini Skinny****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RmrSOF0rgnI/AAAAAAAAACU/KzkHWHTryrY/s1600-h/coach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RmrSOF0rgnI/AAAAAAAAACU/KzkHWHTryrY/s200/coach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074099069709419122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-5682735882101042168?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5682735882101042168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=5682735882101042168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/5682735882101042168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/5682735882101042168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-wish-list.html' title='Obsessed with.........'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RmrM910rgmI/AAAAAAAAACM/h_SwjzdGIHY/s72-c/coachswing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-6319392666339864554</id><published>2007-05-28T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T00:21:41.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All in a day</title><content type='html'>When you get bitten by the shopping bug, there is absolutely no way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple and I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.theshopsatlacantera.com/html/index19.asp"&gt;Shops at La Cantera&lt;/a&gt;  on Saturday because we heard that Victoria's Secret has 25% off for their memorial day sale.  I tried on some bras but their size wasn't really working for me, I left VS empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was Bath and Body works for their 5 for $10 on their antibacterial hand soap.  Great deal.  So great in fact that Apple ended up buying 10 (at the request of the new housewife Grace).  And when you're with Apple, you can't not go to the make-up secti&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RlvF-mJtJGI/AAAAAAAAABM/8SMc9221pL4/s1600-h/100_2218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RlvF-mJtJGI/AAAAAAAAABM/8SMc9221pL4/s320/100_2218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069863484719440994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on.  The girl asked me if I wanted to try their new lip plumping lippies.  Because I had a terrifying experience with the kind before, I politely declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to buy Wexler's under eye concealer for the longest time, and was ready to do it too until this new product caught my eye. Hmm...super brightening under eye concealer eh?  So I tried it and I was convinced.  I've never had a concealer before and up til late I never really though I needed one.  So Superfill it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately (for my wallet that is) I saw another tube much like it with a promise that made me real&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RlvH8WJtJII/AAAAAAAAABc/EWx52sKtPLs/s1600-h/100_2221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RlvH8WJtJII/AAAAAAAAABc/EWx52sKtPLs/s320/100_2221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069865645087990914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ly curious.    "Amazing instant eye&lt;br /&gt;filler" it said.  What else was I do do but try it?  And what do you know, it actually worked!  It made the lines disappear in an instant.  I was amazed.  So amazed in fact that I had to buy it along with the concealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the cashier paying, I turned around and asked Apple "do I need a concealer brush?"  Yep, the thing is, @ 34, I am just starting to discover make-up.  So excuse me for wanting to enjoy it while I can still use make-up instead of a scalpel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What mall venture would be complete without stopping by Forever 21?  This is an evil, evil shop.  As soon as you step into this store, you know you're doomed for sure.  I was actually good I only came out with one (really cute) top.  Yeah, that's being good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then proceeded to Nordstrom for the much acclaimed Chanel sheer illuminator (make-up primer).  As with the rest of my purchases for this day, this was also unplanned.  Apple was buying it, I just tried it.  Well, you can read what happened in the post below.  Moral lesson here?  Do not try anything unless you're ready to buy them!  Or you'll end up like &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RlvO-WJtJKI/AAAAAAAAABs/eCROte4C-Es/s1600-h/100_2227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RlvO-WJtJKI/AAAAAAAAABs/eCROte4C-Es/s200/100_2227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069873376029123746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me on this Memorial day weekend.  I spent more than I planned to, but I'm very, very satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at PF Chang's (the &lt;a href="http://www.pfchangs.com/cuisine/menu_main.jsp"&gt;Lettuce Wrap&lt;/a&gt; is a must and the very spicy &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pfchangs.com/cuisine/yunnan_menu.jsp"&gt;Dali Chicken&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is a treat), a pint of Coffee Lovers only ice cream from Cold Stone and the Dreamgirls DVD capped today's very exciting adventure. Whew!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-6319392666339864554?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6319392666339864554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=6319392666339864554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/6319392666339864554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/6319392666339864554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-in-day.html' title='All in a day'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RlvF-mJtJGI/AAAAAAAAABM/8SMc9221pL4/s72-c/100_2218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-4478452231666158402</id><published>2007-05-28T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:02:34.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my Chanel</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my make-up junkie roommate, I discovered a make-up primer that can stand alone on days that a foundation would be too much.  I have problems with pores on my cheeks and anything that helps even it out, I salute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RlvBxGJtJEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ELdu0eFobvY/s1600-h/100_2216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RlvBxGJtJEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ELdu0eFobvY/s200/100_2216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069858854744695874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok.  It's not all Chanel's.  I have been very diligent on my &lt;a href="http://www.patriciawexlermd.com/main/browse.do?product_detail_keyword=exfoliating_glyco_peel_system&amp;nav_keyword=product.regimen"&gt;Wexler&lt;/a&gt; regimen too.  But this "&lt;a href="http://uma.chanel.com/product.php?chnprd=MAFMU230"&gt;sheer illuminator&lt;/a&gt;" has given me the most dramatic, most flawless face to date.  I'm totally loving it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/Rlu542JtJCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GAXH6TCJL_c/s1600-h/100_2209.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-4478452231666158402?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4478452231666158402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=4478452231666158402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/4478452231666158402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/4478452231666158402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-chanel.html' title='my Chanel'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RlvBxGJtJEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ELdu0eFobvY/s72-c/100_2216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-5321562748147617517</id><published>2007-05-28T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:33:24.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When in Texas, you gotta have Rudy's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/Rlumm2JtI_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/TyEmbE8_cbg/s1600-h/100_2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/Rlumm2JtI_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/TyEmbE8_cbg/s200/100_2167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069828991837086706" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://rudys.com/index.html"&gt;Rudy's&lt;/a&gt; billboard states that they have the worst barbecue in Texas.  You think that stops people from going all the way to Leon Springs, just out of San Antonio?  Nope!  In fact, it attracts tourists and locals all the same and even more I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudy's is no sophisticated restaurant.  You eat outside exposed to the weather, which is hot and hotter in San Antonio.   There are tables inside their "country store" where it's air conditioned but I think that tales away from the rustic ambiance that I love about Rudy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RlupAmJtJAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cvDiIA1CvgY/s1600-h/rudy%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RlupAmJtJAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cvDiIA1CvgY/s200/rudy%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069831633241973762" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I love their ribs, their sausage and of course, their beef brisket.  You gotta have the beef brisket.  My cousins came for a visit one time and the first thing they wanted to do was eat beef brisket and Texas bar-b-q.  Apparently, Texas bar-b-q and beef brisket are part of the "when in Texas" list of things.  And so we came to discover Rudy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best of Rudy's menu is definitely the cream cor&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RlusC2JtJBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1t8R_bzc0a0/s1600-h/100_2170.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n.  You can't eat at Rudy's and not fall in love with their cream corn.  It's such a feast for the palate, it will leave you wanting more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember, if you're ever in Texas, don't forget, you gotta have Rudy's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget, you can order online their rubs and "sauses" too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-5321562748147617517?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5321562748147617517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=5321562748147617517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/5321562748147617517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/5321562748147617517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-in-texas-you-gotta-have-rudys.html' title='When in Texas, you gotta have Rudy&apos;s'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/Rlumm2JtI_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/TyEmbE8_cbg/s72-c/100_2167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-7138709107381092628</id><published>2007-05-28T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:42:32.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Front page Hiro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RlulMGJtI-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zT1s5KMV7hs/s1600-h/100_2199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RlulMGJtI-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zT1s5KMV7hs/s200/100_2199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069827432763958242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Carrie is a Heroes fan and seeing Hiro on  USA Today's front page  got her all excited!  Too bad she won't see him until September when Heroes return for it's 2nd season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this one's dedicated to sis Mindy who keeps us updated all the time!&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/7961877-7138709107381092628?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7138709107381092628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=7138709107381092628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/7138709107381092628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/7138709107381092628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/05/front-page-hiro.html' title='Front page Hiro!'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcTWN0e4CTM/RlulMGJtI-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zT1s5KMV7hs/s72-c/100_2199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-9063652676224699849</id><published>2007-05-08T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:51:44.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my One Million Masterpiece contribution</title><content type='html'>Come join me and 25,072 other members in the biggest artistic collaboration to raise money for charities worldwide.  I'm no artist but I will do anything to help out.  See my masterpiece as a part of the big picture when you click the title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's your turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-9063652676224699849?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.millionmasterpiece.com/view?id=447224' title='my One Million Masterpiece contribution'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/9063652676224699849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=9063652676224699849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/9063652676224699849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/9063652676224699849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-one-million-masterpiece-contribution.html' title='my One Million Masterpiece contribution'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-6552860893375899855</id><published>2007-05-01T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:32:22.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion for nursing</title><content type='html'>(this was supposed to be my entry for nurses' week but I missed the deadline)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oftentimes when I wake up with legs and feet so sore I could not even walk to the bathroom without my face turning into a very unsightly grimace, I blame it on my shoes.  In reality, it's from running around the floor all 11.5 hours of my 12 hour shift, and no matter what shoes I wear, I still end up with sore lower extremities at the end of the day. &lt;br /&gt; Most people think that nursing is an easy ticket to an above average salary, a way to fulfill dreams of owning a house, or buying that expensive car, or supporting a family. I have seen nursing students get the shock of their life on their first day on the floor, realizing the gravity of the profession that they have decided to venture into.  No, nursing is not ideal.  It's not only about doctor's orders and care plans and critical thinking. It's not all about the training, the knowledge, and the license that we have worked so hard to get. That's just half of it...the professional part, the part that can be taught. &lt;br /&gt;The other half of it, the part that is innate to the heart of a nurse, that cannot be taught by the best teacher in the best school, is the passion for being a nurse.  The part that makes you bathe your patients even if you have a million and one things to do in your list, because you know that it will make their day, or it will allow them comfort despite the illness that's eating them.  Passion is the part that makes you cater to the family's need for an extra blanket, or an extra tray so that they can share and enjoy lunch with the patient even in the dire situation they are in.  Passion is holding their hand and listening to them talk about their grandchildren, their canceled trip, their pain, their frustration, even when at the back of your mind, you're wondering about how you can get out in time with the many things still left to do.  You tell yourself that you should not be too close to the patients and their family but you couldn't help nut care.  Passion is when you cry in frustration because there's nothing else you can do to make things better. Passion is when you go home with sore legs and feet and you still come back for more.&lt;br /&gt;Nursing has become so much more in this modern day, my work shoes cannot even cope up.  Do I think I need a new career that does not entail so much connection and personal involvement?  I think not.  I'm just going to go ahead and buy some new shoes.  Because I am a nurse, and a nurse will never quit.  Because quitting means there's one less patient getting the care that she deserves.  And one patient less matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-6552860893375899855?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6552860893375899855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=6552860893375899855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/6552860893375899855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/6552860893375899855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/05/passion-for-nursing.html' title='Passion for nursing'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-5949758464579293868</id><published>2007-04-27T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T12:41:39.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tic-toc, tic-toc</title><content type='html'>I started packing last night. It wasn't even an hour after I stated, my balikbayan box was already full. This is it, I'm really going home. I tried not to get emotional about it but I am torn. I am excited to go home, no question. But I'm also sad about leaving San Antonio, my home for 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished calling Time Warner to cancel my phone and digital cable service. No more TFC. I'm not leaving until July but saving some is actually the best thing to do right now. Good thing websites are now showing full episodes. You know how much of a tv junkie I am. Besides, I'm still retaining my basic cable, and of course my internet connection. As I put finished cancelling services, I felt a little pinch in my heart. There's no stopping this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to book my flight. And I still have a few activities left before the D-day. Every day it's getting harder and harder to think about it. I'm going to miss my work, my friends, the opportunities that are open to me, the ease of life that I have become accustomed to, the kind of money I earn, the luxury of life that are within my reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I am rally excited to be with my family again. To have my friends beside me. I'm excited to see how my bathroom and my mom's kitchen are turning out. I'm excited to be back in my comfort zone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more months. The clock ain't stopping. July will come sooner than I want it to but in a way, I'm ready. I can't wait to soak in my new tub!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-5949758464579293868?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5949758464579293868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=5949758464579293868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/5949758464579293868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/5949758464579293868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/04/tic-toc-tic-toc.html' title='tic-toc, tic-toc'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-888155805649041955</id><published>2007-04-26T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:21:41.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my visualDNA (thanks sis mindy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340" height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-78BCAFD1.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1D1068AF.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2C861757.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_23F0F190.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1AF7A965.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_71114A35.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2170B234.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_631B702E.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A19707.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_368EAF3E.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1D28CE3C.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7D3E11DD.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=EASY RIDER &amp;amp;lovelabel=TOUCHY FEELY&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;amp;habitslabel=BACK TO BASICS&amp;uid=659605-dd80&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; 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color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Lost Spoiler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;re-titling it " We're Not Dead Yet!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm going to start from the ending where Sawyer and Hurley were throwing the dirt into Nikki and Paolo's grave.  They showed the opening scene again where Nikki fell onto the ground and told Sawyer and Hurley that she was paralyzed, but this time the words did not sound like "Plywood".  But too late, they were already buried alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nikki and Paolo were cons just like Sawyer.  Only Nikki was more selfish, and Paolo only wants to keep her his.  They killed an old man to steal his diamonds which of course they lost when their plane crashed.  Paolo found it but did not tell Nikki because he was afraid to lose her But as the cliche goes, you can't keep a secret forever.  When Nikki found out, she led Paolo into the jungle, had one of Arzt's Medusa spiders bite him to paralyze him for at least 8 hours  Maybe so she can get enough time to hide them diamonds.  In the process however, she got bit herself, however managed to bury the diamonds and run to the beach for help before paralysis finally took over.  She told them she's paralyzed but the words were unintelligible. They all thought they were both dead. They actually took time to finally bury them but not enough for the paralysis to wear off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ok, ok.....Who the hell are Nikki and Paolo? Nikki was that girl who yelped when the one-eyed "other" suddenly appeared on one of the screens on the hatch they discovered.  Paolo was the guy who flushed the toilet....only he wasn't really using the john....he was actually retrieving the diamonds from the toilet tank. You don't remember him?  maybe this will remind you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Film/Pix/pictures/2007/03/13/3001.jpg"&gt; http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Film/Pix/pictures/2007/03/13/3001.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;or maybe this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/d2/Rodrigo_santoro-charlies_angels.jpg"&gt;http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/d2/Rodrigo_santoro-charlies_angels.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;$8m worth of diamonds.....worthless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sawyer's face when Sun slapped him....priceless!&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;!-- --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-117580888295930772?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/117580888295930772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=117580888295930772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/117580888295930772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/117580888295930772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/04/very-filling-filler-episode.html' title='a very filling &quot;filler&quot; episode'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-117580882645023776</id><published>2007-04-05T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T14:33:46.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30cc's Nyquil, 2 tabs Motrin and left-over pizza</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'m starting to believe Ronnie when she says I'm always sick. I denied it several times but now that I'm suffering from my 2nd bout of flu for the year, just when Flu season has been declared over, I'm starting to doubt my conviction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Friday: I thought it was just allergies when I woke up with a sore throat and a headache. I managed to survive the day and still had a little energy left to join my amigas for dinner at Papacito's. But I knew that was it for me, no dancing, not even with Marissa's promise that a shot or two of tequila would make things better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Saturday, 4am: I woke because my nose was clogged and I was having chills even under my comforter. (take note, the thermostat's set at 75F). I thought to myself "Darn, I'm officially sick again!". Another dose of nyquil and motrin and I went back to sleep. Woke up 6 hours after with the same symptoms. I hate being sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Saturday pm: I finally dragged myself out of my bed and into the couch. Coffee was all I wanted but Grace had cooked some sour meat soup (Sinigang is what I meant) so I had some of that. Exactly what my mom would have prepared for me. I miss my mom.....*sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunday 8am: No change to how I feel. I thought about tomorrow...Monday...I have to go to work. At the rate I'm feeling, I don't think I can. But we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blogContent"&gt;For now, let me eat my left-over pizza so I can take something to make me feel better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-117580882645023776?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/117580882645023776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=117580882645023776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/117580882645023776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/117580882645023776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/04/30ccs-nyquil-2-tabs-motrin-and-left.html' title='30cc&apos;s Nyquil, 2 tabs Motrin and left-over pizza'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-117580872652854553</id><published>2007-04-05T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T14:36:35.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mig Ayesa Rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://uiwwitch.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RglvKQoKCooAADvbQTk1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://uiwwitch.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RglsyAoKCooAACbfap01"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.uiwwitch.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RglsyAoKCooAACbfap01/mig.jpg?et=Ios9t6f51051VsKJC1jriQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My eyes were puffy and my nose was congested from da*n allergies. But that did not stop me from seeing Mig's show at the Hardrock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mig was awesome! Made me remember why I voted for him week after week during his Rockstar INXS stint, aside from him being Filipino, of course. It was an intimate show and he sang mostly from his album, some remakes and originals. He gave away sample cd's which I'm also uploading here so that y'all can listen to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uiwwitch.multiply.com/journal/photos/hi-res/upload/RglsyAoKCooAACbfap01"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://uiwwitch.multiply.com/journal/photos/hi-res/upload/RglvKQoKCooAADvbQTk1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.uiwwitch.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RglvKQoKCooAADvbQTk1/100_1898.JPG?et=rPGsvcTzxfV%2Bi7Igj%2C2DUA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;bringing back my blogspot entry (Sept 16, 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yet another different note.......MiG Ayesa, the Australia-based Filipino is one of the three finalists for the reality tv show "Rockstar: INXS". Last Wednesday was the very first time ever that he was on the bottom 3 and got to sing an INXS song for the elimination. He was great. And that camel (colored) leather pants? My goodness! I think maybe he shares his wife's clothes, they're all too sexy! Well, if he can get away with it, that's not too bad, right???? Tuesday's definitely a stay at home day , that's D-day! I'll be happy if either MiG or Marty wins. JD???? not while I can still remember how he murdered "We are the Champions"!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Hah! I told you I was a fan from way back then. And JD won, BTW. But that's ok. As Mig himself said, if he won, then he wouldn't be in San Antonio touring. Blessing in disguise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Mig has an album coming up in April.  And I'm definitely buying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check him out @ http://www.mig-music.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-117580872652854553?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/117580872652854553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=117580872652854553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/117580872652854553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/117580872652854553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/04/mig-ayesa-rocks.html' title='Mig Ayesa Rocks!'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-117580816358986351</id><published>2007-04-05T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T14:26:06.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is MyLot</title><content type='html'>Ei spiders, you know what this is for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylot.com/uiwwitch"&gt;&lt;a href="'http://www.mylot.com/uiwwitch/1541'"&gt;myLot User Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claim it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-117580816358986351?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/117580816358986351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=117580816358986351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/117580816358986351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/117580816358986351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-mylot.html' title='This is MyLot'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-116847033551409946</id><published>2007-01-10T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T15:05:35.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Hiatus</title><content type='html'>so the new year has began, for tv viewing, that is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid off my favorite tv programs for a while since they were mostly showing reruns, or were taken over by new shows I had no interest in.  So I devoted my time to TFC (come to think of it, this might actually be the real culprit) thus my everyday earworm "boom tarat, tarat.  Boom tarat, tarat.  Tararat, tararat, boom, boom, boom." in differen accents and intonations depending on whether who's singing is from the TFC box or an eldrerly woman trying her luck at winning a little money, or a excurtionist from a nearby town.  Whatever it was, that da*n song haunts me even as I was doing dressing changes on my patient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that they're back, will I have enough time to follow them religiously?  Maybe not, as I signed on for extra shifts this whole month, meaning I'll be at work while these shows are playing.  However....., yes, there is a however.... I'm talking about VTV (videostreaming, baby)!  I just hope I'm not too exhausted by the time I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start making a list now coz I already missed the Desperate Housewives' opener.  Sad to say I'm also going to miss Grey's Anatomy tomorrow.  Grrrr.  Gotta get my gear going or I would have to devote a whole day just to catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang laki ng problema ko, grabe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-116847033551409946?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/116847033551409946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=116847033551409946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116847033551409946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116847033551409946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-from-hiatus.html' title='Back from Hiatus'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-116629945648231822</id><published>2006-12-16T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T12:26:07.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let sadness lull you to sleep&lt;br /&gt;let tears clean your sorrow&lt;br /&gt;sleep and let your dreams&lt;br /&gt;paint a picture of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and say hello&lt;br /&gt;to the world that awaits you&lt;br /&gt;stand up and stand tall&lt;br /&gt;the new day is in view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has given you&lt;br /&gt;another chance to breathe&lt;br /&gt;you're ready to face the day&lt;br /&gt;Go! you're free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-116629945648231822?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/116629945648231822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=116629945648231822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116629945648231822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116629945648231822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/12/let-sadness-lull-you-to-sleep-let.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-116448659904426587</id><published>2006-11-25T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T12:34:40.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rewards</title><content type='html'>when rewards come unexpectedly, it has a deeper, more genuine feeling to it. Someone had shadowed me at least 3-4 times  the last 2 months. She was an intern that have decided to take on the externship program offered by our hospital. I loved having her because she was really enthusiastic, always with a smile that working with her just gave you a little bit of much needed sunshine especially in days where it makes you wonder why the he*l you chose to be a nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just signed her contract for the externship program and she indicated that she wanted me to continue precepting her. That just made my heart swell. Just for that, I have committed myself for 5 more years in the jungle.  More alligators, and tigers and ungrateful monkeys. And I'll greet them with a smile everytime.   That's what being a nurse is all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-116448659904426587?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/116448659904426587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=116448659904426587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116448659904426587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116448659904426587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/11/rewards.html' title='rewards'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-116372124889999582</id><published>2006-11-16T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T15:54:08.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who won???  Who won????</title><content type='html'>Wooohooo!!!  Emmitt and Cheryl bagged the disco ball trophy last night.  Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that DWTS is doen for this season....I have nothing TV to blog about....hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST is done and over with for this season as well.  Can't say I'm sad.  The last few episode were ho-hum.  Hopefully, it'll be better when it comes back.  Otherwise, they'll be LOST forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Mindy...haven't been able to finish my "nine" yet.  I guess I wasn't as unique as I thought, or project.  LOLz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-116372124889999582?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/116372124889999582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=116372124889999582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116372124889999582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116372124889999582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/11/who-won-who-won.html' title='Who won???  Who won????'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-116362756546071772</id><published>2006-11-15T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:52:45.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;TULOY PA RIN  ANG PASKO 11/12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/PM9zD2CmFAQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/PM9zD2CmFAQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hay, nakakamiss naman ang Pinas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-116362756546071772?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/116362756546071772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=116362756546071772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116362756546071772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116362756546071772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/11/tuloy-pa-rin-ang-pasko-1112-hay.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-116331991735412675</id><published>2006-11-12T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:25:17.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreaming Borgy</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night.  I was in a film class and befriended this much older lady who was rich and bored out of her wits and decided she needs an outlet, thus the film class.  Anyways, our classmates were making such a big deal of our friendship, and the chismis was that I was having an affair with her.  .  So I went to this guy and asked him if he would pretend to be my bf so that the chismis would die down.  This guy was the hottie of the school, it seems.  He was popular, lean and uber cute.  How can he not be??  He was, u ready for this???  Uhmm, si Borgy Manotoc lang naman......  Anyways, nice of Borgy to go along with my plan.  As far as I can tell from my dream, I just picked him out, we weren't really friends (as in real life, ha!).  So he agreed, and everyone's jaw dropped when they saw us together and the notion that I was having a relationship with a much older member of the same sex vanished instantly.  Mission accomplished.  But it did not end there.  Borgy and I really became good friends.  Soon enough, in my dream, we were touring historic Dallas together, swimming with the dolphins I forgot na where, and of course, braving the San Marcos outlet stores!  And so one day I was looking at him, composing my thoughts that we should drop the gf-bf act now and be truly friends since we have actually became closer and that's the more important thing now.  As I was about to open my mouth (or was my mouth half-open already???), my alarm went off......hay, dream over, got to get ready for work.  So there Borgy, nice being friends with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-116331991735412675?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/116331991735412675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=116331991735412675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116331991735412675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116331991735412675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/11/dreaming-borgy.html' title='dreaming Borgy'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-116312738354680829</id><published>2006-11-09T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:00:28.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with Emmitt</title><content type='html'>So Emmitt nad Mario will battle it out next tuesday. I'm still rooting for Emmitt, obviously.  His moves are so sexy. You see this big, bulky guy and he starts to dance......so soft and subtle. You just can't help but fall in love with this big teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Cha Cha Cha for y'all.  Emmitt was just havin' fun on this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-116312738354680829?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/116312738354680829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=116312738354680829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116312738354680829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116312738354680829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/11/dancing-with-emmitt.html' title='Dancing with Emmitt'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-116312728465315585</id><published>2006-11-09T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:54:44.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;DwtS Week 9: Emmitt &amp; Cheryl Cha Cha Cha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/8gkRdfKW3Jo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/8gkRdfKW3Jo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-116312728465315585?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/116312728465315585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=116312728465315585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116312728465315585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116312728465315585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/11/dwts-week-9-emmitt-cheryl-cha-cha-cha.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-116233645364091667</id><published>2006-10-31T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T15:14:13.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/costumes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/costumes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-116233645364091667?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/116233645364091667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=116233645364091667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116233645364091667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116233645364091667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy birthday to me!'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-116128313821449700</id><published>2006-10-19T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T11:38:58.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogger, blogging, blag!</title><content type='html'>I had to go to the post-office early...way too early for me so my first stop was Starbucks.  At 10 am, there was an unusually long line both at the counter and drive thru.  Turns out that the register was broken so everybody got free coffee for today!  I had the urge to call everyone I know and spread the good news but I decided against it.  it was enough that I got my free coffee and pastry. &lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;can't stop blogging PR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Tim Gunn's blog and he made some things clear on why Jeffrey was chosen over the more popular favorites Uli or Laura.  It made sense and coming from Tim Gunn, I don't have any right to question his choice.  he knows better so I concede! And hopefully, this will be it for me, too  for PR season 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a year before I could push myself to make the move.  At least this time, I have the consent.  Hopefully, all will be good and everyone benefits.   The future's becoming bright, gotta have my shades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-116128313821449700?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/116128313821449700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=116128313821449700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116128313821449700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116128313821449700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogger-blogging-blag.html' title='blogger, blogging, blag!'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-116123377957849048</id><published>2006-10-18T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:56:19.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have got to be fu@king kidding me!</title><content type='html'>so Jeffrey won PR season 3.  WTF!  Whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-116123377957849048?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/116123377957849048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=116123377957849048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116123377957849048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116123377957849048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-have-got-to-be-fuking-kidding-me.html' title='You have got to be fu@king kidding me!'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-116123352458100613</id><published>2006-10-18T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:52:04.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with the Stars</title><content type='html'>since Project Runway season 3 is coming to an end, I'm picking up a new blogging pet...the current Dancing with the Stars. It's not something that I regularly watch, in fact I have not seen the first season at all. Last season, I caught a glimpse of Drew Lachey and Cheryl Burke (proud Pinoy!) and knew that they would win. But I was not enticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pure luck that I stumbled upon the season 3 opener a few weeks ago and I instantly fell in love with Emmitt Smith. Emmitt is "An NFL legend and three-time Super Bowl champion who holds the world's all-time leading rushing record and is considered one of the greatest football players to ever play the game" &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/dancing/bios/3/emmitt_smith.html"&gt;(http://abc.go.com/primetime/dancing/bios/3/emmitt_smith.html&lt;/a&gt;). You just can't help but love him. Mario Lopez, I think is a given. He knows how to dance and he'll probably win. But Emmitt have caught the hearts of a lot of viewers and will no doubt give Mario some hard-ass competition. Not to forget that Emmet's partner is Cheryl Burke, last season's winner. And they soooooo dance well together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Emmitt for your enjoyment.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-116123352458100613?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/116123352458100613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=116123352458100613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116123352458100613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116123352458100613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/10/dancing-with-stars_18.html' title='Dancing with the Stars'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-116104046472615230</id><published>2006-10-16T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:29:09.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway spoiler...proceed at your own risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/prunway.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/400/prunway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/prunway.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.rickey.org/blog/2006"&gt;www.rickey.org/blog/2006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've selected the best pieces (for me) of each finalist's collection for you guys to judge if my sentiments are unfounded. Do you see Michael's yellow(ish)-orange(y) dress on the background??? The color looked good on the model but the style?? Not my bet. Now look at Uli's. Nice, eh? Laura's yellow belt may be the stunner or the spoiler for that gown, depends on who's looking. And of course, how can I not include that controversial green dress which, according to Laura (or was it Michael?) should take at least a week to finish, hence the suspicion about subcontracting sewers. Additional info...Jeffrey had another dress to spare. Maybe he really did just leave his seat for 3 hours of sleep everyday. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-116104046472615230?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/116104046472615230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=116104046472615230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116104046472615230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116104046472615230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/10/project-runway-spoilerproceed-at-your.html' title='Project Runway spoiler...proceed at your own risk'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-116103806034302262</id><published>2006-10-16T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T15:34:20.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed with</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/french%20toast.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/french%20toast.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;homemade banana-caramel-cinnamon french toast. Yumm!&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/7961877-116103806034302262?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/116103806034302262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=116103806034302262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116103806034302262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116103806034302262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/10/obsessed-with.html' title='Obsessed with'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-116087313074626237</id><published>2006-10-14T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T17:45:30.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GirlTalking...day in and day out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.femalenetwork.com/girltalk/"&gt;http://www.femalenetwork.com/girltalk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-116087313074626237?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/116087313074626237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=116087313074626237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116087313074626237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116087313074626237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/10/girltalking.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-116077864085014318</id><published>2006-10-13T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:15:47.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging project runway</title><content type='html'>Read Nick Verreos' (love of my life!) take on the Jeffrey controversy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://people.aol.com/people/article/0,26334,1216026,00.html"&gt;http://people.aol.com/people/article/0,26334,1216026,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, surprise.  Daniel Franco couldn't stay away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rickey.org/blog/2006/09/daniel_franco_project_runway.html"&gt;http://www.rickey.org/blog/2006/09/daniel_franco_project_runway.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malan Breton (booted season 3 designer) shows at Bryant Park.  Who can forget Malan's mischievous laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rickey.org/blog/2006/09/malan_breton_project_runway.html"&gt;http://www.rickey.org/blog/2006/09/malan_breton_project_runway.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-116077864085014318?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/116077864085014318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=116077864085014318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116077864085014318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116077864085014318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogging-project-runway.html' title='blogging project runway'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-116077812561498648</id><published>2006-10-13T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:59:55.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway scandals</title><content type='html'>Ooooh! Major controversy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be Project Runway's nastiest, most controversial seasonto date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First keith got kicked out because he brought pattern(?) books which is a big no-no as stated in the contract. It was especially suspicious for him because he's not a woman's wear designer and yet he won the first challenge. He still denied this vehemently and in the latest PR reunion show, he maintains he did not use it and, get this, he claims that the books were deliberately returned to his room, like a sort of a set-up. Apparently, he surrendered the books previously. Another excuse, he supposedly was unaware of anything in the contract that these kinds of books were prohibited! Everyone else did but him. It's either he's playing dumb or he's just plain dumb because I'm not even on the show and I know. I mean there has to be restrictions, right? In Survivor, you can only bring one personal item, In Amazing Race, you can only use the money provided in the show (you can beg or borrow), yadda, yadda. There wouldn't be much sense to the competition if you can bring pattern books? There was also speculation circulating that the sketches he submitted to PR were photoshop sketches of other (famous) designers' collections. Nad there are pictures to show proof, too. Bad, bad boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Mommy Laura has accused Jeffrey of subcontracting sewers as evidenced by&lt;br /&gt;1. Jeffrey's runway collection have very minimal or no alterations needed,. In Laura's words, not one button left to sew. Which, for all those who have followed this season religiously, it's unlike Jeffrey. Plus he was finishing his showroom collection at the same time he was making his PR clothes. If Laura, Michael and Uli, who were wonderful sewers could not finish all the little details in time, how much more having to do two sets at a time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The leather pants does not mirror Jeff's rockstar pants in one of the previous challenges. It was stitched to perfection, which as far as Laura is concerned, it was not the quality thatJeffrey is capable of. It was brought to Tim Gun's attention and it was investigated. Next week's preview includes Tim saying "sorry", the anguish on Jeff's face and him crying on Uli's shoulder. This can mean that he was vindicated and those are tears of joy, or his secret was found out and he's shamed himself for eternity. Ok, that last part was a tad bit exaggerated. But I know for sure he showed at Bryant Park so does that mean the accusations have no basis? We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or are Uli and Jeffrey exceptionally close? Uli seems to gravitate toward jeffrey the most and she defended Jeffrey from Laura's accusations. You can see a little bitch in her, no? Or it's probably just the German in her. You kind of see the same feistiness in Heidi, in fact. Is it possible that Jeffrey was right in claiming his bad-ass attitude was just a product of editing? He still made Angela's mom cry and that's inexcusable as far as I'm concerned. Maybe PR will release the unedited version, that should be interesting to see. Let's find out who's the real bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-116077812561498648?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/116077812561498648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=116077812561498648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116077812561498648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116077812561498648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/10/project-runway-scandals.html' title='Project Runway scandals'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-116046875441383250</id><published>2006-10-10T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T01:37:55.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on a Hydrocodone high!</title><content type='html'>and I don't like it one bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate had a few tablets of Vicodin from her previous oral surgery and since my back would not get enough relief from plain Ibuprofen, I decided it was time for the Vicodin. I took 1 pill, and now I wish I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the weirdest feeling. I felt my body relax but it wasn't the kind that was comforting nor comfortable, it was uneasy. I felt my head balloon and then came the dizzinness, the nausea and culminated with my head in the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head still feels like a damn bobblehead. And I swear, I'm never taking anything with Hydrocodone again. Well, at least if I can help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-116046875441383250?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/116046875441383250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=116046875441383250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116046875441383250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116046875441383250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-on-hydrocodone-high.html' title='I&apos;m on a Hydrocodone high!'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-116017335299646209</id><published>2006-10-06T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T15:22:33.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Part of why I left Ortho was because I was scared one day soon my back's going to give up.  So I moved to Tele, and my back gave out anyway.  I hurt my back while picking a patient about to code.  It was probably adrenalin rush, I did not feel the pain right away.  I did not feel any strain that would spark the urge to do an incident report.  It started hurting after I got home and by morning I could not move without a grunt or a wince. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a case of a real bad muscle strain.  So I went to employee health, got a bunch of Ibuprofen and did an incident report.  It was less than 24 hours.  I took a three day rest and by yesterday, I was off the pain meds and back to work.  Today however, without any provocation my back started to hurt again.  It wasn't the cramping, tight pain I was feeling previously but shooting pain on my right lower back.  in a matter of minutes I was crying, it was excrutiating.  So I went back to employee health only to be informed that they can't send me to the ER because my "claim" was denied because of late reporting.  it was less than 24 hours I said.  But there wasn't anything she can do, she said.  That's policy.  I was never even offered any pain medication, I was sent back up to my unit so I can go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was appalled.  I work in a hospital and I cannot even get care when I needed it.  I devote more that 40 hours of my time week after week, sometimes coming in even when I wasn't feeling well, spending my holidays in patient care even if i don't get any extra pay for it (yes, walang holiday pay!).  Talk about taking care of your employees.  That's the big difference in the healthcare system between the Philippines and the US.  I remeber presenting just my employee ID at Makati Med ER and I did not have to pay anything.  I wasn't even a Makati Med employee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are all hospitals here in the US like that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-116017335299646209?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/116017335299646209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=116017335299646209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116017335299646209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/116017335299646209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/10/part-of-why-i-left-ortho-was-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115984401196147553</id><published>2006-10-02T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T19:57:40.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/costume.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/400/costume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective, cowgirl or Fanta Girl???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115984401196147553?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115984401196147553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115984401196147553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115984401196147553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115984401196147553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/10/dilemma.html' title='dilemma'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115983261214854756</id><published>2006-10-02T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:43:32.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>letter to my manager</title><content type='html'>Dear------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did an incident report.  I hurt my back last night when we got Mr. ---- back to bed.  He was crashing.  I went to employee health services and they gave me a bunch of Ibuprofen.  Ha!  Let's see it it works.   At least my patient survived. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mikee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115983261214854756?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115983261214854756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115983261214854756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115983261214854756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115983261214854756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/10/letter-to-my-manager.html' title='letter to my manager'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115978067361248707</id><published>2006-10-02T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:44:44.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just another day......</title><content type='html'>I saw his face and it was as white as paper. I knew at once something was wrong. He tried to deny it as I thought he would but the distress in his face  gave him away. I proceeded to check him out and his numbers were all out of whack, I had to do something. I need to do something right away or it will be too late. I made the call....."Angel, get in here!" Before I could mutter another word the team was there and everyone sprang into action. We were calm but we knew every single action could spell life or death. As Dayna and Chloe wheeled him towards the elevator, I was saying a silent prayer. Please God, let him live. It was a weird calm and chaotic when we got there. It did not take alot of time before things started settling down. I asked him again how he's feeling and he said "lousy" in that tone I remember so well. And I thought to myself "he's back".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. S got himself a temporary pacemaker, and we saved yet another life. Thank you God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115978067361248707?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115978067361248707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115978067361248707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115978067361248707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115978067361248707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-another-day.html' title='just another day......'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115948452533175232</id><published>2006-09-28T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T16:02:05.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/100_1363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/100_1363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115948452533175232?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115948452533175232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115948452533175232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115948452533175232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115948452533175232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/09/coffee-anyone.html' title='Coffee anyone?'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115948352767823997</id><published>2006-09-28T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T14:44:39.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with Michael????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/Eps311_Michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/Eps311_Michael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *edited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/Eps311_Michael_tmb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sidebar* I'm pisssed off coz I can't download Michael's dress for the final challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to my question...What's up with Michael??? In the last 2 challenges, he just flopped big time. This last challenge was a disaster! And I can tell it's a primer for what he's going to show at the Bryant Park show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His collection for the runway show was confusing. It does not say Michael Knight at all! I do not understand! Huh, I don't think he'll win now. IMO even jeffrey's collection was better. Or maybe the pictures paint a different perspective. Ok, ok, I'll wait for the next episode and see for myself how his collection parades at Bryant Park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115948352767823997?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115948352767823997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115948352767823997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115948352767823997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115948352767823997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/09/whats-up-with-michael.html' title='What&apos;s up with Michael????'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115901567710285899</id><published>2006-09-23T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T05:47:57.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/250201709_ca1a9ef5ce_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/250201709_ca1a9ef5ce_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115901567710285899?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115901567710285899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115901567710285899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115901567710285899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115901567710285899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115897184949411854</id><published>2006-09-22T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T17:37:29.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway Spoiler</title><content type='html'>Don't say I didn't warn you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I saw the Fashion week dresses from all the designers and I'm disappointed, to say the least.  Not because the designs were blah like in season 2.  It's because among the four of them, Michael's were the least pretty/inspired/creative.  I expected so much from him and I seriously believe that he deserved to win. Unfortunately, I didn't see any winning pieces from his collection.  Unless I did not see them all.  I'm betting Laura will win.  Her designs were clean, sophisticated and stylish. Her's were the best among the four, as far as I can tell.  But we'll have to wait until next week to get a peek at their collections.  And then another week to see them on the runway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk, tsk, tsk......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115897184949411854?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115897184949411854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115897184949411854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115897184949411854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115897184949411854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/09/project-runway-spoiler.html' title='Project Runway Spoiler'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115821127820524716</id><published>2006-09-13T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:21:18.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/PR3_Eps310_Michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/PR3_Eps310_Michael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you go Michael!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115821127820524716?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115821127820524716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115821127820524716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115821127820524716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115821127820524716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-go-michael.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115821118805535432</id><published>2006-09-13T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:24:59.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/Eps309_Michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/Eps309_Michael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not too crazy about this one but Michael did say he doesn't know couture. Oh well.... at least he did not get eliminated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115821118805535432?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115821118805535432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115821118805535432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115821118805535432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115821118805535432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/09/not-too-crazy-about-this-one-but.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115787630440211233</id><published>2006-09-10T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T01:18:24.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watching lost season 2, can't take my eyes off the screen..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115787630440211233?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115787630440211233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115787630440211233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115787630440211233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115787630440211233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/09/watching-lost-season-2-cant-take-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115723585479585005</id><published>2006-09-02T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T15:24:14.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/100_1189.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/100_1189.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got my tent for tabletop photography!!! So excited........Here's my first shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115723585479585005?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115723585479585005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115723585479585005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115723585479585005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115723585479585005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-got-my-tent-for-tabletop.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115701099800919034</id><published>2006-08-31T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T00:58:42.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/Eps308_Michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/Eps308_Michael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this challenge, (the contestants and)Michael models his own garment. You gotta hand it to this guy, he is really fascinating. I'm pretty sure he'll make it to the final 3. It should be interesting if he, Uli and Laura show on the Olympus Fashion Week. It's a surefire feast for all the fashionistas out there, and of course Project Runway fanatics such as yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela finally got booted. I would much rather see Jeffrey go but it was Angela's time. Actually, she should have gone a loooong time ago, before Allyson and Robert. OMG the rossettes, the rossettes are gone!!! I wonder how she'd feel if she knew that we have those as project in grade school. We sew them together and made them into doormats. Maybe she'll stop making them her Angela signature rossettes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115701099800919034?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115701099800919034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115701099800919034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115701099800919034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115701099800919034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/08/project-runway-updates_31.html' title='Project Runway updates'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115690697107527749</id><published>2006-08-29T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T20:02:51.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nike Shox</title><content type='html'>Sixteen hour shifts are a killer.  Even my Nike Shox could notsave me from the perils of running around like a headless chicken in the jungle called....you guessed it, six south.  Every now and then I stop and scold myself - what were you thinking? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I get my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing sixteen hour shifts has several rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I only have to work 3 or 4 days and get additional days off, unlike working 8 hours, 5 days a week.  That means having more time to see shows I haven't seen for a long time like Amazing Race, Rockstar, CSI, etc.  Because working 8 hours meant being at work 5 days a week, it also meant missing the shows that I love. Now I even  have more time to go to Barnes and Noble or just be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having additional days off also meant I can work extra because I have more days to spare.  It used to be that to work exta meant to give up one of my 2 precious days off.  And believe me, they are  PRECIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing 16 hour shifts also meant having more time to pacify things in such a way that when I go home, I feel content that I have done my job and did it well.  That I did not leave things for the next shift to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only my feet can feel good as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't figured out by now, there is no "quiet time" in 6S.  When I work 16 hours, I'm on my feet 15.5 hours.  Every now and then I get the "chubby girl" assignment, that is I have patients from end to end.  That means I have to run, run run to get from one patient to another.  Imagine them calling at the same time, or even one after another.  Instant workout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get new shoes.  I thought my Shox and I can transition through this together.  Unfortunately, it's starting to fail me.  Gotta get something that can carry me through constant running and being on my feet.  Coz I plan to do this craziness for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115690697107527749?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115690697107527749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115690697107527749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115690697107527749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115690697107527749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/08/nike-shox.html' title='Nike Shox'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115664601489993721</id><published>2006-08-26T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T19:44:20.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAD about....Sawyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/lost_800x600_holloway_01.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/lost_800x600_holloway_01.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115664601489993721?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115664601489993721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115664601489993721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115664601489993721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115664601489993721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/08/mad-aboutsawyer.html' title='MAD about....Sawyer'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115664438142247101</id><published>2006-08-26T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T19:33:59.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/209.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/209.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Urban Decay Joe Glow body scrub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115664438142247101?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115664438142247101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115664438142247101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115664438142247101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115664438142247101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/08/addicted-to.html' title='Addicted to....'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115648692536714703</id><published>2006-08-24T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:22:05.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/EPs307_Michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/EPs307_Michael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael did not win this time but he was still&lt;br /&gt;part of the top 3. But I agree, Vincent deserved to win.&lt;br /&gt; I don't know what happened to Robert, he was a&lt;br /&gt;designer for Barbie for pete's sake! But why didn't&lt;br /&gt;his creations show it? Beats me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Michael's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115648692536714703?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115648692536714703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115648692536714703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115648692536714703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115648692536714703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/08/michael-did-not-win-this-time-but-he.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115579595005042169</id><published>2006-08-16T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:08:46.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/eps306_Michael.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/eps306_Michael.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael won again in today's challenge. But blogger is acting up so I can't post his latest creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Jeff was so mad coz he can't belive Michael won over him. The nerve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I still am shocked that Allison got kicked out and not Vincent. I mean she slipped this time, that doesn't compare to Vincent screwing challenge after challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't understand the judging but I guess they know best. I'm just a bystander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115579595005042169?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115579595005042169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115579595005042169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115579595005042169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115579595005042169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/08/project-runway-updates.html' title='Project Runway Updates'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115563289085515459</id><published>2006-08-15T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T02:08:10.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 4 in the  morning and I'm still awake.  So what else is new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I feel.  At first I thought it was just fatigue associated with (ladies, you know what).  But deeper into the night, a deeper feeling of senselessness I feel.  Like I'm being pulled into several different directions.  What for?  I do not know.  I have no fuckin' idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like crying but it never came.  I wish I can just cry and get this over with.  But how do you do that when you don't even know what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I tired?  I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I lonely?  Probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I sick? Sick of things maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I bored?  Not sure if boredom can generate this kind of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want something?  If I did I'm not sure what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare I write the more personal  question?  Am I daring enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the personal question I need to focus on.  The answer's bound to be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have the guts to hurt someone? I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this my answer?  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want an answer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115563289085515459?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115563289085515459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115563289085515459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115563289085515459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115563289085515459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-4-in-morning-and-im-still-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115536157209749386</id><published>2006-08-11T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T22:46:12.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/Project_Runway_305_RTR_Michael.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/Project_Runway_305_RTR_Michael.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so excited about Michael winning this challenge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115536157209749386?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115536157209749386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115536157209749386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115536157209749386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115536157209749386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-excited-about-michael-winning-this.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115501580503309467</id><published>2006-08-07T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:43:25.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apple let me try her new discovery - lip plumping lipgloss.  Curiosity got the better of me so I willingly spread the sticky stuff on to my lips.  In a matter of seconds, I felt the tingly, itchy feeling.  Like an inflammation being induced.  If you think about it, that might just well be what it's intended action is.  I tried to see if there's any swelling, err... plumping happening.  I'm not sure if it was just my imagination or my lips really did get "plump".  Anyways, I couldn't bear all that itching and tingling so I wiped it off.   Now where is this story going?  I don't really know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115501580503309467?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115501580503309467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115501580503309467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115501580503309467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115501580503309467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/08/apple-let-me-try-her-new-discovery-lip.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115484837577215826</id><published>2006-08-05T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T00:12:55.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my job, I love my job, I love my job!!!</title><content type='html'>Every once in a while, I feel it....the satisfaction of what I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a nurse, but lately nursing care has been at the very bottom of my priority list.  There's always too much that needs to be done, trivial things that when totalled amounts to more hours than performing real "patient care".  Cleaning the commode, stripping the bed, wiping the spills before calling housekeeping to mop the floors....????  There's something wrong here, no?  Add to that a support system that acts more of a nuisance rather than support like pca's who don't answer calls, unit clerks who spends time chattering rather than helping make your job easier you'd rather do things yourself than be frustrated and disappointed.  And how about MD's who think they own you???  Do you really need me to feed you info when you can easily find them yourself, in the computer and in the chart?  Such delusions of grandeur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are days when you are just too happy to do your job, when the atmosphere is just right for you to be able to do your job witout thinking about time managment.  Shower patients, change the sheets, set up their tray.  To be able to look at the H&amp;P, progress notes labs, and other reports without having to worry about the 8 hours not being enough.  To be able to listen to your patients without thinking about all the other things you need to do, without cutting them short just because you can't spare any more time.  Every now and then, you get that bliss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while should come more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115484837577215826?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115484837577215826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115484837577215826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115484837577215826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115484837577215826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-my-job-i-love-my-job-i-love-my.html' title='I love my job, I love my job, I love my job!!!'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115403488424395317</id><published>2006-07-27T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T14:22:25.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm rooting for Michael</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/PR3_designer_michael.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/PR3_designer_michael.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115403488424395317?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115403488424395317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115403488424395317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115403488424395317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115403488424395317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-rooting-for-michael.html' title='I&apos;m rooting for Michael'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115403139779473417</id><published>2006-07-27T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T13:16:37.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here's why</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/PR3_rate_ep03_Michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/PR3_rate_ep03_Michael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/PR3_rate_ep01_Michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/PR3_rate_ep01_Michael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from coffe filters to pooch wear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115403139779473417?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115403139779473417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115403139779473417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115403139779473417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115403139779473417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/07/heres-why.html' title='here&apos;s why'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115403044724826468</id><published>2006-07-27T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T13:00:47.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>obsession of the week: Olay Microdermabrasion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/100_1105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/100_1105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost as good as Philosophy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115403044724826468?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115403044724826468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115254661722595470</id><published>2006-07-10T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T08:50:17.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrating!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://newsinfo.inq7.net/inquirerheadlines/regions/view_article.php?article_id=6628"&gt;http://newsinfo.inq7.net/inquirerheadlines/regions/view_article.php?article_id=6628&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115254661722595470?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115254661722595470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115254661722595470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115254661722595470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115254661722595470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/07/frustrating.html' title='Frustrating!!!!'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115242857301980276</id><published>2006-07-08T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T00:02:53.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this I have to write</title><content type='html'>I was cruising through North Diversion Road when i saw a sign for an LPN course being offered to students who want to be able to "work in the states" after only 2 years.  My reaction?? Shock, rage, and "what the hell?!?"  I remeber I had concerns about this particular school previously because it was only a few feet away from a horse race track.  I mean how do you keep the professionalism?  The respect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, the University of the Incarnate Word (San Antonio, Texas) invited their students for its reaccreditation.  The accreditors expressed their admiration for Philippine Nursing because they only hone BSN's which the US have been aspiring for so long and still working for it.  This is the reason why nursing in the US is still regarded with less respect than other healthcare professions.  The utimate goal is to professionalize nursing, eventually achieving all BSN by encouraging RN(ADN) to BSN programs.  And then surprise, surprise, a 2 year LPN course in an already all BSN country!  Let's take several leaps backward, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched a story about the 7 CHED officials resigning because of the consistent decline of nursing quality in the Philippines.  This is bad news.  This is terrible news.   What's happening?  Even my alma mater enrolls several hundred students when it used to be really strict and picky.  Only the best.  And how many cum laude's again B?  Did the students get really really bright, the school decided on a higher grade percentage for graduates to have more edge, or did the quality drop down a notch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115242857301980276?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115242857301980276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115242857301980276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115242857301980276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115242857301980276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-i-have-to-write.html' title='this I have to write'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115242284676535133</id><published>2006-07-08T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:27:26.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so what happened to mutual respect and sensitivity?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115242284676535133?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115242284676535133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115242284676535133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115242284676535133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115242284676535133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-what-happened-to-mutual-respect-and.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115241597446674771</id><published>2006-07-08T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T20:32:54.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our "Angel"  is all grown up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115241597446674771?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115241597446674771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115241597446674771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115241597446674771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115241597446674771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/07/our-angel-is-all-grown-up.html' title='Our &quot;Angel&quot;  is all grown up'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115241560507329437</id><published>2006-07-08T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T20:26:48.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soap Opera, anyone???</title><content type='html'>I have been subscribing to ABS-CBN now for several months now.  I look into the news and current affairs( esp Pipol), the singing contests (Little Big Star) and syempre tsismis.  The soap opera's???  Well, let's just say, they're at the bottom of my list and I have never gotten to them.....yet.  That was before I went home for a vacation.  Of course when I went home, both my mom and my mother-in-law were tuned to..guess...soaps!  I got sucked into the last few days of Jewel in the Palace.  Tell you the truth, I'd much rather watch Bubble Gang's version - Jowa in the Palace".  However, "Bituing Wlang Ningning"  held my interest.  It could be because I got to watch it almost everyday, whatever.  All I know is last night, I spent 3 hours watching current episodes culminating with Lavinia's (Angelika dela Cruz) famous line, that is "You're nothing but a second rate, trying hard, copycat!" Ha!  Most surprising is that I got really excited and carried away, can't wait to see the next episode! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember half the cast, heck I don't really remeber the details of the movie anymore.  I've actually mistaken the theme song for "Bukas Luluhod ang mga Tala".  Not a Sharon fan, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,  Angelika's "new chin"  made her look like Jessa Zaragosa.  And Sarah's (Dorina)acting still needs to be honed.  Zsa-Zsa's (Rosa Mia) voice, I realize now is really good even when she kept singing "Dito Ba" while singing in a despicable, cheap  bar/lounge.  Bagay di ba???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's saturday evening ang nothing interesting on TV.  I might as well watch "U can Dance", a "Dancing with the Stars" copycat.  Nene kept getting raves, I just don't see why. Maybe Alma was right (or was it Maribeth?), what we see on tv isn't the same as what they actually see in the studio.  Yeah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I have to pay $30 for Pacquio's fight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115241560507329437?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115241560507329437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115241560507329437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115241560507329437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115241560507329437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/07/soap-opera-anyone.html' title='Soap Opera, anyone???'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115187196599751569</id><published>2006-07-02T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:26:05.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cebu/Bohol adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/100_1017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/100_1017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115187196599751569?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115187196599751569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115187196599751569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115187196599751569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115187196599751569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/07/cebubohol-adventure.html' title='cebu/Bohol adventure'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115187190920329650</id><published>2006-07-02T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:25:09.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/100_0985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/100_1004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115187179269144098?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115187179269144098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115187179269144098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115187179269144098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115187179269144098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/07/tarsier.html' title='Tarsier'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-115187174646150022</id><published>2006-07-02T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:22:26.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/100_1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/100_1001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-115187174646150022?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115187174646150022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=115187174646150022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115187174646150022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/115187174646150022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-114694745962067237</id><published>2006-05-06T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T13:32:12.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/100_0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" height="309" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/100_0600.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/100_0601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/100_0601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my preceptor Ms. Ramona Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean and TNA President Kathi Light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-114694745962067237?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/114694745962067237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=114694745962067237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/114694745962067237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/114694745962067237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-preceptor-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-114516919679832192</id><published>2006-04-15T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:34:20.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hindi ako pagod......sobra, sobra, sobrang pagod. konti na lang mamamatay nako!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit ba naman kasi, naisipan ko pang mag Nar-s ulit e and sarap sarap ng buhay ko sa pag memed-rep. Walang doctor na masungit pag tinatawagan, walang ka endorse na akala mo hindi marunong magkamali, at walang ka endorse na nag iiwan nag lahat ng trabaho. Kung pwede lang mamitik ng tenga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto naman ksing si amo e, ilang buwan pa lang na pangalawang pinuno, akala mo nakalimutan na nya kung gano katoxic ang floor. Pagtrabahuhin ba ako ng limang sunod-sunod na araw! As if naman nakaupo lang ako plagi at naghihintay lang ng uwian. Akala mo di nya alam na after 2 days e halos ayaw mo nang bumalik sa jungle na tinatawag na 6 south! Utang na loob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ko namang intindihin na me mga trabahong maiiwan sa sobra ngang kaguluhan sa gubat. Pero ang sabihin mo sakin na hindi mo trabaho yan, na bhala na ang doktor kung kelan nya makita...hello???? Baka bumangon si Florence Nightingale at bigla kang batukan! E di i-write up nga kita habang tumutulo ang luha ko sa sobrang frustration. Kakainis e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so heto ko, after 5 days na straight na trabaho, kailangan ko namang maglaba ng 2 weeks worth na damit, maglinis ng banyo at magpalit ng bedsheet. Susmaryosep, walang katapusan! Makanuod na nga lang ng Brokeback Mountain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-114516919679832192?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/114516919679832192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=114516919679832192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/114516919679832192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/114516919679832192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/04/hindi-ako-pagod.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-114447554532303039</id><published>2006-04-07T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:52:25.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I got over late night-early morning reruns.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/100_0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/100_0348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; by taking on a new addiction.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABS-CBN now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-114447554532303039?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/114447554532303039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=114447554532303039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/114447554532303039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/114447554532303039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-i-got-over-late-night-early.html' title='How I got over late night-early morning reruns.......'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-114371349992892664</id><published>2006-03-30T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T02:11:39.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mynicespace.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mynicespace.com/3/395.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Image code by MyNiceSpace.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-114371349992892664?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/114371349992892664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=114371349992892664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/114371349992892664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/114371349992892664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/03/image-code-by-mynicespace.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-114258390429842097</id><published>2006-03-17T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T00:26:22.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's true when they say your whole life flashes in front of you when you're about to die......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the scare of my life the other day. It started on my back, like a muscle tightness. Then it slowly creeped to my chest, sharp pain and tightness at the same time. I tried to breathe as deep as I can, 1,2, I don't know how many times. I had to get the Oxygen into my heart, fast. I realized that my patient was looking intently at me because I was just staring out the window for I don't know how long. My whole life just flashed before me.....not only that...my future as well. I thought about going to the ER, getting all the labs and procedures done, bracing myself for the bad news. I imagined myself on the cathlab table and having someone put pressure on my groin. For what seemed like a million minutes after, I finally relaxed, and the pain was slowly creeping away. I could have cried, I wanted to. But I did not have time.....it was one of those crazy days on the floor. So while I was having the scare of my life, I carried on with my work...taking care of patients who had the same scary experience as I had just then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Marty was right, it could very well be just a muscle strain. I'll take that.....it's just a muscle strain. God, please, let it just be a muscle strain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-114258390429842097?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/114258390429842097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=114258390429842097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/114258390429842097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/114258390429842097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-true-when-they-say-your-whole-life.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-114197949850653405</id><published>2006-03-10T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:31:38.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those days.....</title><content type='html'>Bedrest up on pt in room ***, I have to check ortho bp's.  Pt #2 is due for his peg feeding, pt #3 wants to ambulate and pt #4 just wants so bad to join the fun so he asks for info on every little detail.  Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap kumita ng pera!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for small blessings........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank you at walang nakaisip mg code "brown".  I did not have to wipe anybody's ass.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Thank you that all 3 accuchecks were within normal, I did not have to give insulin.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Thank you 3 of 4 patients had foleys in , there weren't very many calls for assistance to the bathroom and it's easier to keep track of their outputs.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Thank you pt#3's relatives came to visit and ambulated him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you pagdating ng paycheck ko!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-114197949850653405?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/114197949850653405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=114197949850653405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/114197949850653405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/114197949850653405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-of-those-days.html' title='one of those days.....'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-114015092246509319</id><published>2006-02-16T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:35:22.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>consider this.........therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/100_0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/100_0198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-114015092246509319?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/114015092246509319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=114015092246509319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/114015092246509319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/114015092246509319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/02/consider-thistherapy.html' title='consider this.........therapy'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-114008073623009487</id><published>2006-02-16T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T01:05:36.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/cartoons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/cartoons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-114008073623009487?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/114008073623009487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=114008073623009487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/114008073623009487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/114008073623009487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-113991233249713602</id><published>2006-02-14T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T02:18:52.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;" I just got so hurt, really hurt. And sometimes when that happens, something inside just shuts off" from Fever Pitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-113991233249713602?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/113991233249713602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=113991233249713602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113991233249713602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113991233249713602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-just-got-so-hurt-really-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-113886609589143248</id><published>2006-02-01T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:45:29.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the final Project Runay Designers</title><content type='html'>1. Daniel V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chloe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Santino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All photos courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/"&gt;http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-113886609589143248?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/113886609589143248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=113886609589143248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113886609589143248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113886609589143248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/02/final-project-runay-designers.html' title='the final Project Runay Designers'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-113886587266921956</id><published>2006-02-01T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:37:52.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel V</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/Picture5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/Picture5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-113886587266921956?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/' title='Daniel V'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/113886587266921956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=113886587266921956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113886587266921956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113886587266921956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/02/daniel-v.html' title='Daniel V'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-113886580082326520</id><published>2006-02-01T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:36:40.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/Picture2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/Picture2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-113886580082326520?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/113886580082326520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=113886580082326520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113886580082326520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113886580082326520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/02/chloe.html' title='Chloe'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-113886572981611014</id><published>2006-02-01T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:35:29.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/Picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/Picture3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-113886572981611014?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/113886572981611014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=113886572981611014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113886572981611014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113886572981611014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/02/nick.html' title='Nick'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-113886563392878740</id><published>2006-02-01T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:33:53.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/Picture4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/Picture4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-113886563392878740?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/113886563392878740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=113886563392878740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113886563392878740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113886563392878740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/02/kara.html' title='Kara'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-113886552832405836</id><published>2006-02-01T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:33:03.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-113886552832405836?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/113886552832405836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=113886552832405836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113886552832405836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113886552832405836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/02/santino.html' title='Santino'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-113885621441032546</id><published>2006-02-01T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T20:56:54.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Predictions on the runway</title><content type='html'>Thank God for project runway, for lifting my spirit away from life's malady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my predictions.....actually more like who I want in the final 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nick - coz I love an underdog.  I'm so totally in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Daniel - his eye for details is wonderful, and his garments are clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Chloe - there's no question, she should have won more than once.  She has wonderful designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-113885621441032546?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/113885621441032546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=113885621441032546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113885621441032546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113885621441032546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/02/predictions-on-runway.html' title='Predictions on the runway'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-113773991889424457</id><published>2006-01-19T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:53:09.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last day on a 3 straight wordays. Silly me, I thought 3 days work and 1 day off will be ok. 3 weeks into the schedule and I'm already feeling tired, debating about calling in every single day. I gotta have 2 days off....in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning still debating if I want to call in for today. I finally convinced myself to go on ahead and work, since I'm off tomorrow anyway. It'll be an easy day mikee. Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy cannot be used to describe what I had to deal with today. It wasn't busy, it's just not easy. First thing I did was wipe ass. The very last thing I did was wipe ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, they always decide to do something crazy at the very last minute. Like being quiet the whole day, very comfortable and then at 2245, decides to get out of bed. She can't walk! If she would have bugged me earlier in the shift, I would have made sure i had a bedcheck, an order for ativan and a foley. But no, no, no......she fooled me bigtime! At 2330, I was in her room, trying to convince her to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're off tomorrow, mikee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-113773991889424457?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/113773991889424457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=113773991889424457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113773991889424457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113773991889424457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-day-on-3-straight-wordays.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-113773849721757189</id><published>2006-01-19T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:28:17.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>breaktime!</title><content type='html'>something to look forward to.....I'm off tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;here's the plan.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Attend an inservice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy new scrubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy new shoes for work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Go to bath and body (again!)  Last day na ng sale e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Have a foot spa (at home lang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Watch a movie (at home din)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Hopefully me project runway replay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-113773849721757189?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/113773849721757189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=113773849721757189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113773849721757189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113773849721757189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/01/breaktime.html' title='breaktime!'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-113687949461964447</id><published>2006-01-09T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:51:34.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures</title><content type='html'>10.  A well deserved rest day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Having friends in important places....thanks for the free Caramel Michiato!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Bath &amp; Body and Victoria's secret semi-annual sale!  Load up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Catching Project Runway reruns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Working full time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The prospect of time and a half and PTO time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  A perfect annual evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  A salary increase slated for the last week of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  A patient from days ago asking about me and wishing I'll stop by sometime (her wish was granted).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  A niece (or nephew) on the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-113687949461964447?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/113687949461964447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=113687949461964447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113687949461964447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113687949461964447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/01/simple-pleasures.html' title='Simple Pleasures'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-113661751070730004</id><published>2006-01-06T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:09:58.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My great California Vacation in a (photo) nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/100_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/100_0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the California&lt;br /&gt;State Capitol.&lt;br /&gt;I missed Arnold&lt;br /&gt;but my little&lt;br /&gt;niece got to&lt;br /&gt;meet him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-113661751070730004?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/113661751070730004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=113661751070730004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113661751070730004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113661751070730004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-great-california-vacation-in-photo.html' title='My great California Vacation in a (photo) nutshell'/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-113661699870772721</id><published>2006-01-06T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:02:36.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/100_0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/100_0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RENO, baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-113661699870772721?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/113661699870772721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=113661699870772721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113661699870772721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113661699870772721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/01/reno-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961877.post-113661681481918131</id><published>2006-01-06T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:59:39.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/1600/DSC01532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2548/517/320/DSC01532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet my&lt;br /&gt;little asian&lt;br /&gt; snowman...&lt;br /&gt;...cute 'eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961877-113661681481918131?l=cutiewitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/feeds/113661681481918131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7961877&amp;postID=113661681481918131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113661681481918131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961877/posts/default/113661681481918131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiewitch.blogspot.com/2006/01/meet-my-little-asian-snowman.html' title=''/><author><name>cutiewitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117946466238558240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
