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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MGw-WWp4FxkFDmZlCVRgJmtT3Dg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MGw-WWp4FxkFDmZlCVRgJmtT3Dg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ChalktalesOfADramaQueen/~4/q3X7WEYu1gs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chalktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8733271368377039729/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200833&amp;postID=8733271368377039729&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200833/posts/default/8733271368377039729?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200833/posts/default/8733271368377039729?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ChalktalesOfADramaQueen/~3/q3X7WEYu1gs/coined.html" title="Coined" /><author><name>dRaMaQuEeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778819070313103981</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><feedburner:origLink>http://chalktales.blogspot.com/2012/01/coined.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MBSX85eyp7ImA9WhRWFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200833.post-5709666894456012150</id><published>2012-01-03T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T15:24:18.123+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-03T15:24:18.123+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">I just found out that I have to defend second week of classes! This&lt;br&gt;week is the second week of classes!&lt;p&gt;*panic attack*&lt;p&gt;I have to submit my document by Monday! I have five days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200833-5709666894456012150?l=chalktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q08cQ6K7xU4CTFcHydKN8Jhqq7E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q08cQ6K7xU4CTFcHydKN8Jhqq7E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ChalktalesOfADramaQueen/~4/i3mDMd476bQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chalktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4067704720728360607/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200833&amp;postID=4067704720728360607&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200833/posts/default/4067704720728360607?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200833/posts/default/4067704720728360607?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ChalktalesOfADramaQueen/~3/i3mDMd476bQ/lost.html" title="Lost" /><author><name>dRaMaQuEeN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778819070313103981</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><feedburner:origLink>http://chalktales.blogspot.com/2011/12/lost.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQHRHw_eyp7ImA9WhRRFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200833.post-2817921356785658132</id><published>2011-11-30T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T23:52:15.243+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-30T23:52:15.243+08:00</app:edited><title>Rainbow After The Rain</title><content type="html">Last Sunday was a great day for me because I got to go see my college&lt;br&gt;buddies again. It was surreal to see their kids. I can still vividly&lt;br&gt;remember snippets of our college days. Who would have thought that in&lt;br&gt;a few years our lives would be like this. It is always a joy for me to&lt;br&gt;hold in my embrace kids. The more I hold kids in my arms, the more I&lt;br&gt;realize that I should be teaching younger minds. The more I am&lt;br&gt;reminded that I also want my own kids... But I do not want to whine&lt;br&gt;tonight... Actually, I am sick of whining in my head. I just have to&lt;br&gt;put everything unto Him and He will take care of everything.&lt;p&gt;As if being with kids was not enough, I had another sweet surprise&lt;br&gt;waiting for me that night. It was just what I needed after two weeks&lt;br&gt;of agony. I know, I know I am such a brat. I understand that other&lt;br&gt;people are in much more pain but we all have different thresholds&lt;br&gt;okay. Mine is not that great. Don&amp;#39;t be hatin&amp;#39;.&lt;p&gt;Today was another nice bonus. I was not particularly cheerful this&lt;br&gt;morning but this afternoon and evening was a blast. I got to see&lt;br&gt;somebody&amp;#39;s dream come to fruition. Congratulations! I am so happy and&lt;br&gt;proud of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200833-2817921356785658132?l=chalktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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