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		<title>Waiting for the NLE Result</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 22:54:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jaycee P. Gorillo Perhaps no words can describe the suspense, tension, pain and agony of waiting for the results of the nursing board examination. After I took the exam last Nov. 29 and 30, my dad and my mom asked &#8230; <a href="http://maxmos611.wordpress.com/2009/04/07/waiting-for-the-nle-result/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=maxmos611.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537826&amp;post=114&amp;subd=maxmos611&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Geralyn L. Cruz Back in 2007, I was one of thousands of unemployed fresh college graduates. I may not remember now how many companies I applied to from June to October of that year, but I will never forget &#8230; <a href="http://maxmos611.wordpress.com/2009/03/14/over-the-hump/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=maxmos611.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537826&amp;post=110&amp;subd=maxmos611&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Sheila Mañalac There is a picture that keeps flashing in my mind. It is that of an old man sleeping soundly on a busy sidewalk in Manila’s Quiapo district. His blanket is yesterday’s newspaper, his pillow an old sack &#8230; <a href="http://maxmos611.wordpress.com/2009/02/26/picture-in-my-mind/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=maxmos611.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537826&amp;post=106&amp;subd=maxmos611&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Twice burned</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Alexandria Llamasares I fell in love twice last year. And twice I was heartbroken. I proved my professor right when he told us that love is a feeling which attracts masochists, people who love to inflict pain on themselves. &#8230; <a href="http://maxmos611.wordpress.com/2009/02/17/twice-burned/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=maxmos611.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537826&amp;post=104&amp;subd=maxmos611&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Aina Cruz “I’m getting married!” These days, I have been hearing more frequently from my friends and cousins this dreadful sentence: “I’m getting married.” The moment I hear this, two feelings sweep over me at the same time. One &#8230; <a href="http://maxmos611.wordpress.com/2009/02/09/the-marrying-age/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=maxmos611.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537826&amp;post=100&amp;subd=maxmos611&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Waiting for change</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2009 23:23:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Rachel Pagdagdagan “These leaders never get tired,” I told myself upon overhearing an early morning TV newscast about the Dec. 12 protest rally last year. My feet were no longer itching to spring up and see what my Grandma &#8230; <a href="http://maxmos611.wordpress.com/2009/01/17/waiting-for-change/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=maxmos611.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537826&amp;post=99&amp;subd=maxmos611&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Silence</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2009 03:05:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Janna Mae B. Tecson Listen. There comes a point in your life when all you can do is listen. You can’t seem to find the right words to say, because there are no right words to say at that &#8230; <a href="http://maxmos611.wordpress.com/2009/01/11/silence/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=maxmos611.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537826&amp;post=96&amp;subd=maxmos611&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Holiday frenzy</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Dec 2008 22:38:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Therese M Gutierrez I have been humming Christmas tunes lately, and who can blame me? Maybe the Christmas spirit has finally rubbed off on me, but from what I still remember from the blur of the days just passed, &#8230; <a href="http://maxmos611.wordpress.com/2008/12/25/holiday-frenzy/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=maxmos611.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537826&amp;post=94&amp;subd=maxmos611&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Geralyn Cruz, 23 The Christmas season is almost upon us and everything seems to be costing a lot more than before—and I am not even talking yet about the effects of the global financial crisis on our own “island &#8230; <a href="http://maxmos611.wordpress.com/2008/12/04/winning-ideas-in-hard-times/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=maxmos611.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537826&amp;post=92&amp;subd=maxmos611&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Memories of summer</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Nicole Dalida On our last day of classes, everyone in school was excitedly talking about the places they would visit during the summer break. Some were planning out-of-town trips with their friends. Others bragged about the foreign trips they &#8230; <a href="http://maxmos611.wordpress.com/2008/10/18/memories-of-summer/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=maxmos611.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537826&amp;post=87&amp;subd=maxmos611&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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