<?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-29843746</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:29:34.872-08:00</updated><category term='essays'/><category term='SOEP Gonzales'/><category term='kinababaliwan ni jo'/><category term='buhay peyups'/><category term='pagmumuni-muni'/><category term='experiences'/><title type='text'>Bittersweet :)</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is like a box of chocolates, you'll never know what you can get.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-7537876194072918101</id><published>2010-11-16T01:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T01:57:01.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired of asking more from life.&lt;br /&gt;I always get much less than what I expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-7537876194072918101?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7537876194072918101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=7537876194072918101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/7537876194072918101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/7537876194072918101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-tired-of-asking-more-from-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-5626755716578260742</id><published>2009-04-07T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T05:21:09.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>answer this please!!! super duper please!!!</title><content type='html'>Ei. I need your help. Please answer my little poll and you will surely help me big time... It won't take a minute, kasi one question lang at hindi naman mahirap. please?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;IF YOU ARE GOING TO BE GIVEN ANOTHER NAME (sabihin na natin na ipinanganak ka ulit... or whatever), WHAT WILL THAT NAME BE?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Make sure that you answer with a name you truly like... or love... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And please don't answer na "gusto ko yung name ko pa rin ngayon"... kasi another name nga eh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yun lang. sorry ang bayolente ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Comment lang sa post na ito. go go go.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SALAMAT. *hugs*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-5626755716578260742?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5626755716578260742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=5626755716578260742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/5626755716578260742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/5626755716578260742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2009/04/answer-this-please-super-duper-please.html' title='answer this please!!! super duper please!!!'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-8729845977426146127</id><published>2009-04-06T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T04:23:10.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parang plot twist ni Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>Naku naman 'tong araw na 'to!!! Bipolar... parang shakespeare tragedy ang kawirduhan. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bakit? Kasi bumili ako ng bagong phone. Yey. Masaya di ba kasi may bago akong phone. Kaya lang wala pang isang oras gusto ko nang itapon kasi... aah! Feeling ko nagsayang ako ng pera. Sa takot ko kasi na baka mawala ko lang ulit, chipiay yung binili ko. Tapos hindi na ako sanay sa chipipay na phone. Tapos sana yung LG na lang na may mp3 player na 110php lang yung price difference. Tapos, bigla ko ring na-miss ang minamahal kong ex-phone. Unfortunately hindi pa rin ako makaget-over.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tapos nakita ko yung grade ko sa MBB 110 (which is yung first MBB lab namin)... at shet... di ako makapaniwala sa grade ko. himala talaga. as bonggang himala.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;jo: *muttering to self* sir fabs... final na ba ito? as in final na talaga. OMG.&lt;br&gt;sir fabs: final na iyan jo. *smile*&lt;br&gt;jo: *still muttering to self* OMG. parang ayokong maniwala&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ayun. Tapos pag-uwi ko sa bahay chineck ko yung CRS, tapos boom! Nakita ko math grade ko. Patalo talaga yung finals. Lahat ng long exams ko ang gaganda ng grade e. Finals lang talaga. Patalo. Bakit ko kasi nakalimutan kung paano magdifferentiate ng r&lt;u,v&gt; eh. panirang mental block. ginagawa ko pa yung isang similar problem the night before. T-T&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wah. Yung grade na never kong nakamtan, at never ko nang makakamtan, sa buong buhay ko ay hindi ko na makukuha kasi last math subject ko na ito. byebye math. kung bakit pa kasi kelangang maging unrequited ng relationship natin. :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, ang drama ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Epekto lang siguro ng panonood ko ng Romeo + Juliet for the nth time ( where n is a positive integer greater than seven) kahapon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/GREENP%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt=""&gt;Ang weird kasi gumawa ng plot ni Shakespeare e. Malungkot tapos masaya tapos malungkot ulit tapos funny na naman tapos malungkot... then sort of light atmosphere... then tragic na ending. At tadtad ng foreshadowing. Bipolar. naku.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Haizt.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay. Hindi ang araw ko ang bipolar. Ako lang talaga.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-8729845977426146127?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8729845977426146127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=8729845977426146127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/8729845977426146127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/8729845977426146127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2009/04/parang-plot-twist-ni-shakespeare.html' title='Parang plot twist ni Shakespeare'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-7750288519756458560</id><published>2009-04-04T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:59:25.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yey. End na ang 2nd sem. Finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yey! Officially tapos na ang 2nd sem ko. WooHoo! Alam ko ang loser... pero oh well. sagad na sagad sa last day ng finals week ang huling exam ko e.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MBB 110 lab finals yun. I think dapat madali lang siya kaya lang hindi kasi ako nag-aral nang maayos e kaya hindi ako sure sa mga sagot ko.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And dahil na-depress ako sa score ko sa lab finals. As in depressing talaga. Walang aangal. Promise ambaba ng score ko... umm. Nakakahiya. I think I'm one of those who got the lowest scores. Shet. Parang hindi ako nag-lab-tech noong high school. Walang kwenta nakakahiya talaga.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, anyway. Tapos na iyon. At ipinagluksa ko iyon sa pamamagitang ng paglalaro ng PANG PANG PARADISE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oo. Lahat ng depression, galit, lungkot at inis ko ay ibinnuhos ko sa pambabato ng bola...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at siyempre sa kakatawa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ayun. Pagkatapos ng lab finals, nagpunta kaming Trinoma. Kumain sila ng lunch (wah. kamusta naman anong oras na nun) tapos ako nag-DQ lang naman. KELANGAN KO KASI NG COMFORT FOOD! Hehe. At saka nag-lunch na kasi ako bago mag-exam. Tapos ako rin yung umubos ng lunch ni Gihan, kaya siya nagutom, ako hindi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tapos bukod sa paglalaro ng Pang Pang Paradise, nag-"car race" din kami... ako, si Pat, si Gihan at si Tin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ang galing ni TinCan, sobra. Lagi siyang nanalo sa aming apat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si Gihan, sobrang ingay as always. Kaming dalawa ni Pat ay tawa nang tawa kasi ang ingay niya. Panay pa yung pagtalsik ng kotse niya. Tapos maya-maya pa o, wala na siyang gulong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E di lalo kaming nagtawanan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-7750288519756458560?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7750288519756458560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=7750288519756458560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/7750288519756458560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/7750288519756458560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2009/04/yey-end-na-ang-2nd-sem-finally.html' title='Yey. End na ang 2nd sem. Finally.'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-1105594514309588288</id><published>2009-04-03T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:53:16.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pisay 09 Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Three days ago, on March 31, I attended my brother's high school graduation. It is sad we didn't have a camera to take pictures with, but I'll try to make up with this with a fairly nice narration.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Okay, maybe not a fairly nice narration, because I'm planning to write more about what I was thinking during the grad ceremony. I will have to leave the blow-by-blow account to my brother,  since after all, he was the one who graduated.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Eh... But before everything else, I'm greeting my brother first.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;CONGRATS ON YOUR GRADUATION JEFF! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU... VERY VERY PROUD. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;*a thousand hugs*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;And siyempre i-gi-greet ko rin ang aking mga beloved 09 friends. CONGRATS SA INYONG LAHAT! YIKEE! GRADUATE NA SILA! DI NA KAYO HIGH SCHOOL. OH NO! COLLEGE NA KAYO WHICH MEANS A MORE INTENSE YET EQUALLY (IF NOT MORE) FULFILLING LIFE. Hindi na ako magbabanggit ng mga pangalan, baka may makalimutan ako, magalit pa kayo sa akin. Sa mga pupunta ng UP kita-kits. Lalo na sa mga MBB. Hehe. Sinabi ng kapatid ko kung sinu-sino kayo kaya... haha... hihintayin ko kayo. yak. parang ang evil ko naman.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;okay... so back to my story. sige na nga, magkukwento na ako... nang unti. The ceremony was supposed to start at 4pm, and doon sila dapat sa field, yung stage ay ang grandstand. Unfortunately, it kept on raining so the decorations and the chairs had to be moved inside the gym. Because of the change in venue, the ceremony was delayed and it started 5pm.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The graduates were asked to form their lines in the pool area, parang yung sa atin dati, hehe. And sadly, wala nang tubig ang pool, our beloved olympic-size pool. hehe. My brother said the water was drained since the gym needs to undergo intensive rennovations. (sabi ng kapatid ko, yung mismong foundations ay mahina na. baka nga palitan na yung gym.) At dahil wala nang tubig, may mga 09 na bumaba nagtatatakbo doon sa pool. Haha. Fun. Inggit ako. Gusto ko ring tumakbo-takbo doon sa pool. Wala lang. Fun nga kasi.  :p&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;I won't tell of what happened during the graduation ceremony. Like what I said, I'll leave that to my brother. Mas mabibigyan niya ng justice ang kwento na ito. But I say, it was very much like our own graduation. Wih even more drama actually, tipong kalevel ng Pisay the movie... May batchmate kasi sila na namatay due to a car accident. During the procession of the graduating sutdents, her parents marched carrying only her picture. And when her name was called, all of her bacthmates stood up. The audience followed. We all gave her a big round of applause as her parents came up the stage to receive her diploma. (pero bond paper na rolled lang, as always.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Argh... Sabi ko sa inyo e, hindi talaga ako bagay magkwento nito. Sabog. Basta.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Nostalgic manood nang graduation ceremony. Iniisip ko noon, tayo kaya, anong hisutra natin noong graduation? Haha. How I longed to be back in those mustard-yellow skirt and boyish cream blouse... and wear that navy-blue toga.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;I didn't cry during my own graduation, but I was struggling to hold back my tears last March 31. First, because I can't help remembering about my own graduation. I miss 07, and Pisay isn't Pisay for me without them. Honestly, noong nandoon ako sa Pisay that day, I felt like an outsider looking in. Iba talaga ang feeling, because what made Pisay the Pisay that I knew was not the place but the community, the people, I lived and grown up with during my four years of stay there.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Second, because I think I am slowly forgetting how it feels to be in Pisay. Dean Guevarra from the UP College of Engineering was the guest of honor for that night. When she gave her speech, I was reminded of who I was and who I am supposed to be. Madalas kasi, sa dinami-dami ng mga dapat kong gawin ngayong college student na ako, nakakalimutan kong, first and foremost, taga-Pisay ako... that I, as a graduate of Pisay, have to live beyond myself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Third, kasi siyempre proud ate ako. Haha. Graduate ng Pisay ang kapatid ko. That's a lot to be proud of. And I was also sad because I didn't ahd a camera... and how I wished I can capture his smile that night.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Kung hindi lang talaga ako nahihiyang umiyak amidst a lot of people, I won't mind succumbing to my tears. Nostalgic talaga.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-1105594514309588288?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1105594514309588288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=1105594514309588288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/1105594514309588288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/1105594514309588288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2009/04/pisay-09-graduation.html' title='Pisay 09 Graduation'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-7478663034070074929</id><published>2009-03-25T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:49:55.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>akala tuloy ng tatay ko, may boyfriend na ako</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#330099"&gt;ganito kasi ang nangyari. kinwento ng mama ko. nangyari ito tuesday night&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#330099"&gt;dahil hindi ako makapag-paramdam sa bahay, naisipan ni papa na tawagan ako.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#330099"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;papa:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt; tawagan mo kaya dalaga mo?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;mama:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt; hah? paano ko siya tatawagan, e nawala niya cellphone niya.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;(By this time alam na ni mama, kasi tinext ko siya tuesday ng umaga. Sabi ko sa kanya wag niya muna sabihin kay papa kasi gusto ko ako yung magsabi. Gift kasi ni papa yung phone.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;papa:&lt;/strong&gt; ha?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mama:&lt;/strong&gt; ha? wala. hula ko lang iyon. nagtext kasi e, pero ibang cellphone ang gamit.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;papa:&lt;/strong&gt; ano sabi?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mama:&lt;/strong&gt; may kasalanan daw siya. sasabihin niya pag-uwi niya. sorry daw, masama siyang anak.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;papa:&lt;/strong&gt; bakit naman niya sasabihin na masama siyang anak?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mama:&lt;/strong&gt; ewan ko, baka may boyfriend na.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;papa:&lt;/strong&gt; siguro nga may boyfriend na...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;...teka, ano namang masama sa pagkakaroon ng boyfriend?!?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mama:&lt;/strong&gt; wala naman.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;papa:&lt;/strong&gt; baka naman kasi nawala lang yung phone niya.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mama:&lt;/strong&gt; siguro.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;papa:&lt;/strong&gt; nawala lang talaga phone rin. sabihan mo, okay lang. bili na lang tayo ng bago. yung cheap na nga lang. *tawa*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;mama talaga o. nagmukha pa tuloy na may kababalaghan akong ginagawa. anyway, di galit sa akin si papa. yey. i love you mama!!! i love you papa!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-7478663034070074929?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7478663034070074929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=7478663034070074929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/7478663034070074929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/7478663034070074929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2009/03/akala-tuloy-ng-tatay-ko-may-boyfriend.html' title='akala tuloy ng tatay ko, may boyfriend na ako'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-5482150145785698844</id><published>2009-03-22T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T03:28:06.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer, the Protector</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Subukan nating baligtarin ang luck ko, at baka bumaligtad ang mga masamang pangyayari. dahil pagod na akong sisihin ang sarili ko, at dahil kapag continuously kong sisisihin ang sarili ko ay wala akong patutunguhan... Sinisisi ko ang post na ito sa lahat ng kamalasang nangyari sa akin kahapon at ngayon. Nabasa ko ito last Saturday pero hindi naman kasi ako nagpapaniwala sa ganitong mga bagay. Akala ko kasi sort-of-personality test e. Anyway. Ayan. Sunday nagsimula na ang kamalasan ko, a bit more than 24 hours after kong basahin ito.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kaya ipo-post ko na. I-po-post ko na. Sana makita ko yung phone ko. Sana talaga. Ayokong malawan ng hope. Shucks. Bahala na ang arkiyo1 paper na iyan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was interesting. Cris Angel showed how this worked on one of his shows, but it was still kind of surprising when I checked out several people I knew. Not superstitious, but I need all the luck I can get! Once you have opened this e-mail, there is no turning back. Below are true descriptions of zodiac signs. Read your sign, and then forward it on, with your zodiac sign and label on the subject line. This is the real deal, try ignoring or changing it, and the first thing you'll notice is having a horrible day starting tomorrow morning - and it only gets worse from there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;CAPRICORN The Go-Getter (Dec 22 - Jan 19)&lt;br&gt;Patient and wise. Practical and rigid. Ambitious. Tends to be Good-looking. Humorous and funny. Can be a bit shy and reserved. Often pessimistic. Capricorns tend to act before they think and can be Unfriendly at times. Hold grudges. Like competition. Get what they want. 20 years of good luck if you forward.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;AQUARIUS - The Sweetheart (Jan 20 - Feb 18)&lt;br&gt;Optimistic and honest. Sweet personality. Very independent. Inventive and intelligent. Friendly and loyal. Can seem unemotional. Can be a bit rebellious. Very stubborn, but original and unique. Attractive on the inside and out. Eccentric personality. 11 years of luck if you forward.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PISCES - The Dreamer (Feb 19 - Mar 20)&lt;br&gt;Generous, kind, and thoughtful. Very creative and imaginative. May become secretive and vague. Sensitive. Don't like details. Dreamy and unrealistic. Sympathetic and loving. Kind. Unselfish. Good kisser. Beautiful. 8 years of good luck if you forward.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ARIES - The Daredevil (Mar 21 - April 19)&lt;br&gt;Energetic. Adventurous and spontaneous. Confident and enthusiastic. Fun. Loves a challenge. EXTREMELY impatient. Sometimes selfish. Short fuse. (Easily angered.) Lively, passionate, and sharp wit Outgoing. Lose interest quickly - easily bored. Egoti stical. Courageous and assertive. Tends to be physical and athletic. 16 years of good luck if you forward.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TAURUS - The Enduring One (April 20 - May 20)&lt;br&gt;Charming but aggressive. Can come off as boring, but they are not. Hard workers. Warm-hearted. Strong, has endurance. Solid beings who are stable and secure in their ways. Not looking for shortcuts. Take pride in their beauty. Patient and reliable. Make great friends and give good advice. Loving and kind. Loves hard -- passionate. Expresses themselves emotionally. Prone to ferocious temper-tantrums. Determined. Indulges themselves often. Very generous. 12 years of good Luck if you forward&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;GEMINI - The Chatterbox (May 21 - June 20)&lt;br&gt;Smart and witty. Outgoing , very chatty. Lively, energetic. Adaptable but needs to express them selves. Argumentative and outspoken. Like change. Versatile. Busy, sometimes nervous and tense. Gossips. May seem superficial or inconsistent. Beautiful physically and mentally. 5 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;CANCER - The Protector (June 21 - July 22)&lt;br&gt;Moody, emotional. May be shy. Very loving and caring. Pretty/handsome Excellent partners for life. Protective. Inventive and imaginative. Cautious. Touchy-feely kind of person. Needs love from others. Easily hurt, but sympathetic. 16 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;LEO - The Boss (July 23 - Aug 22)&lt;br&gt;Very organized. Need order in their lives - like being in control. Like boundaries. Tend to take over everything. Bossy. Like to help Others. Social and outgoing. Extroverted. Generous, warm-hearted. Sensitive. Creative energy. Full of themselves. Loving. Doing the right thing is important to Leos. Attractive. 13 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;VIRGO - The Perfectionist (Aug 23 - Sept 22)&lt;br&gt;Dominant In relationships. Conservative. Always wants the last word. Argumentative. Worries. Very smart. Dislikes noise and chaos. Eager. Hardworking. Loyal. Beautiful. Easy to talk to. Hard to please. Harsh. Practical and very fussy. Often shy. Pessimistic. 7 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;LIBRA - The Harmonizer (Sept 23 - Oct 22)&lt;br&gt;Nice to everyone they meet. Can't make up their mind. Have own unique appeal. Creative, energetic, and very social. Hates to be alone. Peaceful, generous. Very loving and beautiful. Flirtatious. Give in too easily. Procrastinators. Very gullible. 9 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SCORPIO - The Intense One (Oct 23 - Nov 21)&lt;br&gt;Very energetic. Intelligent. Can be jealous and/or possessive. Hardworking. Great kisser. Can become obsessive or secretive. Holds grudges. Attractive. Determined. Loves being in long Relationships. Talkative. Romantic. Can be self-centered at times. Passionate and Emotional. 4 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SAGITTARIUS - The Happy-Go-Lucky One (Nov 22 - Dec 21)&lt;br&gt;Good-natured optimist. Doesn't want to grow up (Peter Pan Syndrome). Indulges self. Boastful. Likes luxuries and gambling. Social and outgoing. Doesn't like responsibilities. Often fantasizes. Impatient. Fun to be around. Having lots of friends. Flirtatious. Doesn't like rules. Sometimes hypocritical. Dislikes being confined - tight spaces or even tight clothes. Doesn't like being doubted. Beautiful inside and out 4 years of bad luck if you do not forward&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Send away!!&lt;br&gt;~ Ready, set, go!&lt;br&gt;1-3 people = 1 minute of luck&lt;br&gt;4-7 people = 1 hour of luck&lt;br&gt;8-12 people = 1 day of luck&lt;br&gt;13-17 People = 1 week of luck&lt;br&gt;18-22 people = 1 month of luck&lt;br&gt;23-27 people = 3 Months of luck&lt;br&gt;28-32 people = 7 months of luck&lt;br&gt;33-37 people = 1 year of luck&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;walang hiya. bakit kasi may gumagawa ng ganitong mga e-mails? di ba nila alam ang gulo at sakit na nadudulot nila sa mundo?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-5482150145785698844?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5482150145785698844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=5482150145785698844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/5482150145785698844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/5482150145785698844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2009/03/cancer-protector.html' title='Cancer, the Protector'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-7757000654414276101</id><published>2009-03-22T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T03:13:20.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>out of luck... sobra... cry</title><content type='html'>gagawin ko ito kasi nagsisimula na ang kamalasan ko... to be precise, nag-start ito ng 11:50pm, give or take 5 minutes. It probably happened way earlier, but as far as my memory can recall, 11:50pm is all the mark i can give.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;or maybe i should push it back... yesterday, 11:30am... me and my mom sitting at glorietta after looking at the gold collection of ayala museum... with me getting this feeling that i shouldn't go to national museum anymore because i already got what i needed... ma looking so tired.... me not wanting to go any farther because I'm worried for  her... and thinking how far manila is and how hot the weather has become... thinking it's late and i still have an exam and a lab report to do...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday, 11:50pm... me sitting at dorm lobby surfing the net... then accidentally dropping my cellphone on the sofa, and not realizing it until six hours later... i'm not really sure if it was there that i dropped it... i could have left it somewhere else, but i was too tired or sleepy then to remember...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today, 6am... this is when i realized that my phone is not with me. i went to the lobby to check, and it wasn't there. I even asked the resident assistants in charge of last night and this morning if they happened to see it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11:30am... an hour after my physics exam. i tried calling my phone but it won't ring...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3pm... went to the lib to look for sources that i can use for my phil.archaeology paper. i couldn't find anything related to the gold collection in ayala museum... which sucks because i couldn't start writing my paper now...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;my phone is gone... and i have nothing to write with because there seems to be no academic article regarding the surigao treasure featured in ayala museum... malas talaga...&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want to cry&lt;/p&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-7757000654414276101?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7757000654414276101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=7757000654414276101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/7757000654414276101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/7757000654414276101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-luck-sobra-cry_22.html' title='out of luck... sobra... cry'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-8620484302791611197</id><published>2009-03-22T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T03:12:56.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>out of luck... sobra... cry</title><content type='html'>gagawin ko ito kasi nagsisimula na ang kamalasan ko... readto be precise, nag-start ito ng 11:50pm, give or take 5 minutes. It probably happened way earlier, but as far as my memory can recall, 11:50pm is all the mark i can give.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;or maybe i should push it back... yesterday, 11:30am... me and my mom sitting at glorietta after looking at the gold collection of ayala museum... with me getting this feeling that i shouldn't go to national museum anymore because i already got what i needed... ma looking so tired.... me not wanting to go any farther because I'm worried for  her... and thinking how far manila is and how hot the weather has become... thinking it's late and i still have an exam and a lab report to do...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday, 11:50pm... me sitting at dorm lobby surfing the net... then accidentally dropping my cellphone on the sofa, and not realizing it until six hours later... i'm not really sure if it was there that i dropped it... i could have left it somewhere else, but i was too tired or sleepy then to remember...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today, 6am... this is when i realized that my phone is not with me. i went to the lobby to check, and it wasn't there. I even asked the resident assistants in charge of last night and this morning if they happened to see it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11:30am... an hour after my physics exam. i tried calling my phone but it won't ring...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3pm... went to the lib to look for sources that i can use for my phil.archaeology paper. i couldn't find anything related to the gold collection in ayala museum... which sucks because i couldn't start writing my paper now...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;my phone is gone... and i have nothing to write with because there seems to be no academic article regarding the surigao treasure featured in ayala museum... malas talaga...&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want to cry&lt;/p&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-8620484302791611197?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8620484302791611197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=8620484302791611197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/8620484302791611197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/8620484302791611197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-luck-sobra-cry.html' title='out of luck... sobra... cry'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-435729908643801808</id><published>2009-03-22T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T08:01:51.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11:11</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oftentimes, the silliest things are the one that keeps my hopes up.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Above is something I thought of during one of my favorite moments: wishing on 11:11.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ang sabi kasi nila, kapag nakita mo yung relo ay 11:11, pwede ka raw mag-wish. Dapat daw, yung tipong napansin mo lang, o kaya aksidente mong nakita yung relo, kasi kapag inabangan mo raw wala nang effect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naging habit ko na siya. As in, sobrang automatic na iyon na ang una kong naiisip kapag nakita ko ang 11:11.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The wishes I make are the silly ones, though... parang... sana magkausap na kami ulit ni someone... o kaya sana makasalubong ko si someone... I don't wish for something as serious as sana pumasa ako sa exam mamaya. There are things you can never ask for, you have to work for them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Madalas natutupad yung mga wishes ko, delayed nga lang. For example, yung "sana makasalubong ko siya". Nahahyper nga lang kasi ako kapag natutupad yung wish on the same day. Siguro natuto na ang tadhana kaya, ayun, lagi nang delayed. Pero okay lang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May mga bagay naman na kahit forever kong i-wish, ayaw matupad. Parang... ano... iyon... sana magkausap na ulit kami ni someone. May mga tao kasi na kahit ilang beses mo nang makita, parang never mo nang makakausap ulit? sad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pero siguro nga... there are things i have to work for. Baka kasi yung wish na "sana magkausap kami ulit" ay hindi ko pwedeng hilingin, kelangan kong gawin. Maybe I shouldn't be waiting for things as such to happen. Maybe I should be the one making these things happen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kaya ayun... I am mustering every ounce of confidence I have... para next time... yun na.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-435729908643801808?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/435729908643801808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=435729908643801808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/435729908643801808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/435729908643801808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2009/03/1111.html' title='11:11'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-8285045274848784475</id><published>2009-03-21T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T06:58:26.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And for that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hay nako... bonggang inaagiw na itong multiply site ko dahil super tamad kong mag-post...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whatever.  forever nang kasama sa mga resolutions ko na imamaximize ko naman ang paggamit ng net. but no. oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sabi ko sa sarili ko, i'll reward myself kapag maganda ang sem na ito.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hindi pa tapos ang sem... pero gusto ko na ng reward e... kaya ibibigay ko na sa sarili ko ang matagal-tagal ko nang pangarap na luxury... internet surfing for non-acad reasons! yey!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;atsaka may wi-fi na sa kamia... dapat itong i-maximize!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at dahil gusto kong simulan nang tuparin lahat ng NewAcadYear, NewSem, Christmas, NewYear, Valentine, Summer, Birthday resolutions ko...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dahil hindi ko na matake ang pagco-coagulate ng mga ideas sa utak ko...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dahil kailangan ko ng ibang outlet bukod sa pagdi-daydream...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dahil baka pagod na si peach na makinig sa rantings ko...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for all of this and that... magpopost na ako ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yey. congratulate me. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. hopefully hindi ako maging ningas-kugon at maalala kong magpost in the very near future (i.e. bukas)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.p.s. peach, mark the date, lucky day natin ito di ba? yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-8285045274848784475?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8285045274848784475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=8285045274848784475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/8285045274848784475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/8285045274848784475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-for-that.html' title='And for that...'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-6464649752578000907</id><published>2008-11-27T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T04:16:34.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nakikisabay sa hype</title><content type='html'>    Oh may gulay!!! oh may gulay!!! nakahanap ako ng perfect song for twilight... as in... night after kong mabasa yung book, narinig ko yung song na ito sa playlist ko and i suddenly realized that this fits the story very well... hehe... i heard this song a long time ago pa  (4th year HS or first year college?) at matagal-tagal na rin itong nasa playlist ko (almost a year?)... at around a hundred times ko na ata itong nabanggit kay peach *peace peach XD*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;fine di ko na bibitinin... pero i swear you should listen to this...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;narealize ko lang na kapag bangag ka mula sa paggawa ng labrep, masarap gamitin ang enter button.... wahahahaha *sidetracking*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;vulnerable by secondhand serenade  ^^.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so yun yung song *kinikilig si jo; not with twilight though, but with the song*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i wonder if they used the song in the movie, di ko pa kasi napapanood eeeeee. T-T&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;at medyo scary yung lyrics ng song. listen to it well. hahahaha. maraming implications. joke.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-6464649752578000907?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6464649752578000907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=6464649752578000907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/6464649752578000907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/6464649752578000907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/11/nakikisabay-sa-hype.html' title='nakikisabay sa hype'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-4733230434430628490</id><published>2008-10-25T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T02:35:25.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I must write</title><content type='html'>I've been reading KareKano lately. hahaha. I want to catch up with story after watching the anime four years ago, so I downloaded the manga. sigh. it reminds me a lot of the story i want to write. so let's just say reading the manga is some kind of researching for the story i kept on postponing since i first thought of it since... what... four years ago?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And reading the manga made me realize a lot of things...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;First: I don't understand boys, so how can i write a story with boys in it? I don't want my characters to be 2D stereotypes, those kinds with no depth in them... so what am i gonna do, huh? huh? write a story with just girls in it? that's soooo booooring. unless I make those girls do things they shouldn't do. yuck!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Second: I don't know anything about the love between a girl and a boy, so I most certainly will not be writing a love story. Plus! I will not and cannot be learning about love anytime soon so it's really out of the question. And I do not want to write about crushes, I've overgrown those stuffs. And I don't want my story to feel just like another teen flick!!! Eeeew! We have enough of those stuffs in tv. (wooh! my gulay! I've been watching tv lately, what a miracle!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Third: I am such a rate-determining step. This one's hard to explain, so I won't.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fourth: I am crazy. I am weird. I know. I never realized until now how crazy I tend to get. Waaaah!!!!! So what am I gonna do? Only now have I realized the consequences of what I did a year ago. I am such a rate-determining step... sooooo sloooow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fifth: I am blind. Yeah, I know. I must always wear my eyeglasses. I am missing out on a lot of things lately. And I guess my brain is in need of eyeglasses, too. Sigh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sixth: I keep on saying the wrong things... ugh! when will i learn?&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-4733230434430628490?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4733230434430628490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=4733230434430628490' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/4733230434430628490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/4733230434430628490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-must-write.html' title='I must write'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-2612970300103258920</id><published>2008-10-22T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:58:33.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilang taon na kaya si Peter Pan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tsokochips.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SP-03QoKCG4AAHOkyMk1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tsokochips.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SP-03QoKCG4AAHOkyMk1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.tsokochips.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SP-03QoKCG4AAHOkyMk1/1peter-pan800x600.jpg?et=UnfBzHxqhgKXK4xfTc1BGw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dahil wala akong magawa, sasagutin ko na ang sarili kong tanong.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oi pinag-isipan ko talaga itong mabuti a. :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Assuming na hindi na siya tumanda even just a bit ever since mapadpad siya sa Neverland.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. He ran away from home when he overhe&lt;a href="http://tsokochips.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SP-03QoKCG4AAHOkyMk1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ard his parents talking about becoming a man someday. He have been bothered by growing up, which means he is nearing his growing up years. He must be older than 10 years old then, because I guess when he was too much of a kid, he won't be bothered much by growing up. :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. He doesn't know anything about love, so he sure must not be a teenager. (Oh come on, we know us teens! we love talking about our love lives). Therefore, he must be younger than 15.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Aha! But he has a crush on Wendy. And I bet he's aware of that. Or isn't he? But I guess he does feel for Wendy, so he must not be too young. (For those who have read the book or seen the movie, didn't Captain Hook say the same?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;With these, I deduce that Peter Pan must be around 12 to 15 years old... or whatever... some kind of like that... basta... middle school age... the age when all you want to do is have fun! yeah!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which reminds me... I must get a copy of the book when I get back to UP. Wala lang... I wasn't able to finish it back in high school. And I realized I want to have my own copy. It's worth reading over and over again. ^_^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S. This guy portrayed Peter Pan. He seems too old for the role, but I think he was perfect. I never thought someone can actually pull off a Peter Pan role in exactly the same way I imagined him whenever I read the book. So thumbs up for Jeremy Sumpter. ^_^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://tsokochips.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SP-07woKCG4AAHkI-H01"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.tsokochips.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SP-07woKCG4AAHkI-H01/jeremy-sumpter25.jpg?et=Ars73ESHC9lzepw9lsDW%2Bw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-2612970300103258920?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/2612970300103258920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=2612970300103258920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/2612970300103258920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/2612970300103258920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/10/ilang-taon-na-kaya-si-peter-pan_22.html' title='Ilang taon na kaya si Peter Pan...'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-6557988874651072986</id><published>2008-10-20T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:06:12.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilang taon na kaya si Peter Pan?</title><content type='html'>I've watched Peter Pan (again!) last Sunday. Wala lang. :p. caught up with it in channel 5. didn't intend to watch it (for the nth time), but can't really resist seeing it on screen. haizt. makes me think about a lot of things. hehe. like... Ilang taon na kaya si Peter Pan nang mapadpad siya sa Neverland?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero seriously, ilang taon na nga ba si Peter Pan?&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-6557988874651072986?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6557988874651072986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=6557988874651072986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/6557988874651072986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/6557988874651072986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/10/ilang-taon-na-kaya-si-peter-pan.html' title='Ilang taon na kaya si Peter Pan?'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-3584670068999805449</id><published>2008-10-18T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T04:00:51.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy sembreak!</title><content type='html'>yey people! happy sembreak to all of us!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my buhay baboy days have officially begun, pero take note... ayokong magbuhay baboy at baka tumaba lang ako ulit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;grabeh. first off... albeit all my happiness na sembreak na, nagkaroon ako ng 5 seconds to 1 minute depression period... kasi naman! i am so disappointed with my bio grade... apparently, i made a miscalc so one step lower ang grade ko than what i expected. shomai! dapat pala nag-finals na lang ako. nag-aral-aral pa kasi ako ng biochem e... di rin naman pala ako magpa-finals ng chem40. hehehe. nagback-out ako sa chem finals kasi i-announce ng prof na 1/3 ng exam ay identification. kamusta naman? e sa haba ng coverage at sa dai ng enzymes involved ay baka bumaba lang ang grade ko. yuck. kaya ayun. nooo!!!! madali lang daw bio12 finals. dapat yun na lang inaral ko. *sob*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but ANYWAY. high time na. sembreak na. at NAKATULOG NA AKO NANG BONGGANG-BONGGA. *happy* *clapclap*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kaya eto...gumawa ako ng list ng gusto kong gawin ngayong sembreak.. hehehe... hopefully magawa ko silang lahat... yey&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. manood ng Nodame Cantabile (live action ito)&lt;br&gt;2. tapusin ang Professor Layton and the Curious Village... (it's a game sa DS)&lt;br&gt;3. basahin ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love in the Time of Cholera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. basahin ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tundo Man May Langit Din&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. basahin ang KareKano (manga naman ito)&lt;br&gt;6. magsulat! kahit isang poem, isang short story, at isang chapter ng novel lang (secret muna yung plot ng novel, magkwekwento ako kapag nasimulan ko na :p)&lt;br&gt;7. mag-aral ulit ng gitara! andami kong gustong matutunang kanta. wah!!!!&lt;br&gt;8. manood ng Dancing with the Stars (wala lang)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;at marami pang iba... i-a-update ko ulit ang list sometime... kapag nahanap ko ang listahan ko at maalala ko ulit yung mga ibang gusto ko pang gawin. yey!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-3584670068999805449?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3584670068999805449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=3584670068999805449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/3584670068999805449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/3584670068999805449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-sembreak.html' title='happy sembreak!'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-4440944805521368802</id><published>2008-09-09T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T03:22:07.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidentally in Love Lyrics</title><content type='html'>"Accidentally In Love"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So she said what's the problem baby&lt;br&gt;What's the problem I don't know&lt;br&gt;Well maybe I'm in love (love)&lt;br&gt;Think about it every time&lt;br&gt;I think about it&lt;br&gt;Can't stop thinking 'bout it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How much longer will it take to cure this&lt;br&gt;Just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love (love)&lt;br&gt;Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br&gt;Turn a little faster&lt;br&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br&gt;The world will follow after&lt;br&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br&gt;Cause everybody's after love&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I said I'm a snowball running&lt;br&gt;Running down into the spring that's coming all this love&lt;br&gt;Melting under blue skies&lt;br&gt;Belting out sunlight&lt;br&gt;Shimmering love&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well baby I surrender&lt;br&gt;To the strawberry ice cream&lt;br&gt;Never ever end of all this love&lt;br&gt;Well I didn't mean to do it&lt;br&gt;But there's no escaping your love&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These lines of lightning&lt;br&gt;Mean we're never alone,&lt;br&gt;Never alone, no, no&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Come on, Come on&lt;br&gt;Move a little closer&lt;br&gt;Come on, Come on&lt;br&gt;I want to hear you whisper&lt;br&gt;Come on, Come on&lt;br&gt;Settle down inside my love&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br&gt;Jump a little higher&lt;br&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br&gt;If you feel a little lighter&lt;br&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br&gt;We were once&lt;br&gt;Upon a time in love&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We're accidentally in love&lt;br&gt;Accidentally in love [x7]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Accidentally&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm In Love, I'm in Love,&lt;br&gt;I'm in Love, I'm in Love,&lt;br&gt;I'm in Love, I'm in Love,&lt;br&gt;Accidentally [x2]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br&gt;Spin a little tighter&lt;br&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br&gt;And the world's a little brighter&lt;br&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br&gt;Just get yourself inside her&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love ...I'm in love&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-4440944805521368802?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4440944805521368802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=4440944805521368802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/4440944805521368802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/4440944805521368802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/09/accidentally-in-love-lyrics.html' title='Accidentally in Love Lyrics'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-5768969320975474350</id><published>2008-09-09T23:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T03:20:00.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ale by The bloomfields</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.mp3-mania.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mp3-mania.com/images/equalizer.gif" alt="Free fast loading music codes, songs with lyrics, and free downloads" border="0" height="32" width="32"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.mp3-mania.com/mp3/a/ale-the%20bloomfields.mp3" autostart="TRUE" loop="TRUE" align="middle" height="0" width="0"&gt;  &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.mp3-mania.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Ale - By: The Bloomfields&lt;br&gt; More music@MP3-mania.com!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ale&lt;br&gt;by: The Bloomfields&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Isang araw nagmamaneho sa Cubao&lt;br&gt;Aking nakita, babaeng saksakan ng ganda&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sinundan ko ang kotseng sinasakyan nya&lt;br&gt;Hindi ko nakitang may dumarating pala&lt;br&gt;Hindi ko naiwasan, kami biglang nagkabanggaan&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nung magkamalay ay nasa ospital na ako&lt;br&gt;Inasikaso ng doktor na pili ng nanay ko&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Biglang-bigla na lang, ang nurse nandyan na&lt;br&gt;At para �kong nakita ng angel sa ganda&lt;br&gt;Kahit nagdedeliryo, itong nasabi ko sa kanya&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[chorus]&lt;br&gt;Ale, nasa langit na ba ako&lt;br&gt;Mama, kayo po ba si San Pedro&lt;br&gt;Ok lang sa akin kung ako�y dedo na&lt;br&gt;Basta�t ikaw ang lagi kong kasama&lt;br&gt;Kaya ale, nasa langit na ba ako&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At paglabas ko, niyaya ko na syang pakasal&lt;br&gt;Tinanggihan nya, at nasabi may asawa na sya&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dinamdam kong masyado�ng sinabi nya&lt;br&gt;Hindi ko nakita, hagdan ubos na&lt;br&gt;Ako ay nahulog, sa semento ulo ko�y nauntog&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nung magkamalay ay nandun na naman ako&lt;br&gt;Inasikaso ng doktor na pili ng utol ko&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Biglang-bigla na lang, ang bagong nurse nandyan na&lt;br&gt;Tinanong ko muna sya kung may asawa na sya&lt;br&gt;Ang sabi nya wala, ang puso ko�y biglang natuwa&lt;br&gt;At nasabi kong&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[repeat chorus]&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-5768969320975474350?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5768969320975474350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=5768969320975474350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/5768969320975474350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/5768969320975474350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/09/ale-by-bloomfields.html' title='Ale by The bloomfields'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-5566740201219697254</id><published>2008-09-09T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T03:19:55.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aly by The bloomfields</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.mp3-mania.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mp3-mania.com/images/equalizer.gif" alt="Free fast loading music codes, songs with lyrics, and free downloads" border="0" height="32" width="32"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.mp3-mania.com/mp3/a/ale-the%20bloomfields.mp3" autostart="TRUE" loop="TRUE" align="middle" height="0" width="0"&gt;  &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.mp3-mania.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Ale - By: The Bloomfields&lt;br&gt; More music@MP3-mania.com!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ale&lt;br&gt;by: The Bloomfields&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Isang araw nagmamaneho sa Cubao&lt;br&gt;Aking nakita, babaeng saksakan ng ganda&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sinundan ko ang kotseng sinasakyan nya&lt;br&gt;Hindi ko nakitang may dumarating pala&lt;br&gt;Hindi ko naiwasan, kami biglang nagkabanggaan&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nung magkamalay ay nasa ospital na ako&lt;br&gt;Inasikaso ng doktor na pili ng nanay ko&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Biglang-bigla na lang, ang nurse nandyan na&lt;br&gt;At para �kong nakita ng angel sa ganda&lt;br&gt;Kahit nagdedeliryo, itong nasabi ko sa kanya&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[chorus]&lt;br&gt;Ale, nasa langit na ba ako&lt;br&gt;Mama, kayo po ba si San Pedro&lt;br&gt;Ok lang sa akin kung ako�y dedo na&lt;br&gt;Basta�t ikaw ang lagi kong kasama&lt;br&gt;Kaya ale, nasa langit na ba ako&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At paglabas ko, niyaya ko na syang pakasal&lt;br&gt;Tinanggihan nya, at nasabi may asawa na sya&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dinamdam kong masyado�ng sinabi nya&lt;br&gt;Hindi ko nakita, hagdan ubos na&lt;br&gt;Ako ay nahulog, sa semento ulo ko�y nauntog&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nung magkamalay ay nandun na naman ako&lt;br&gt;Inasikaso ng doktor na pili ng utol ko&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Biglang-bigla na lang, ang bagong nurse nandyan na&lt;br&gt;Tinanong ko muna sya kung may asawa na sya&lt;br&gt;Ang sabi nya wala, ang puso ko�y biglang natuwa&lt;br&gt;At nasabi kong&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[repeat chorus]&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-5566740201219697254?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5566740201219697254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=5566740201219697254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/5566740201219697254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/5566740201219697254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/09/aly-by-bloomfields.html' title='Aly by The bloomfields'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-4561581699976480147</id><published>2008-06-14T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T04:54:27.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the cs dean...... shocking... but oh well.... </title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;                                                                               June 10 2008&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;MEMORANDUM NO. CAS 2008-21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;To:    CS Faculty, Staff, Students and  Visitors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;From:    Caesar Saloma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;           Dean&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;SUBJECT:    &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Stray &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; " class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1213443918_0"&gt;World War II&lt;/span&gt; bombs in the National Science Complex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everyone is advised to use only existing roads and established pathways inside the National Science Complex. Please do not venture into various construction sites without securing prior authorization and guidance from proper authorities.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As of this writing, more than thirty (30) stray &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; " class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1213443918_1"&gt;WWII&lt;/span&gt; bombs have already been dug up by NSC contractors during the course of their work in the are where future buildings of the Institute of Chemistry-Teaching Wing and the National Institute of Physics will be located. The bombs were buried about a meter deep or less below the ground.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Vice-Chancelor Grace Gregorio has already sought the technical assistance if the PNP on the matter. The retrieved bombs were turned over to the UP Diliman Police Force and then brought to the PNP Explosives Ordinance Division in Camp Karingal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank you for your cooperation. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;====================================================================&lt;br&gt;kaya siguro natigil yung construction sa area na iyon.... naku....&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-4561581699976480147?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4561581699976480147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=4561581699976480147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/4561581699976480147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/4561581699976480147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/06/from-cs-dean-shocking-but-oh-well.html' title='From the cs dean...... shocking... but oh well.... '/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-5702925408403234631</id><published>2008-06-01T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T04:57:08.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/SEKOTwoKCB8AADvxQYw1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.tsokochips.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SEKOTwoKCB8AADvxQYw1/why%20me.gif?et=uT2W%2CfDkOgU3SqINJQI1mw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...and you question   God -'why me?'...&lt;br&gt;always look at the bigger picture....&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;A day without the Lord- Is a day wasted.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;God is going to shift things around for you today and let things work in your favor. &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/RV/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-5702925408403234631?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5702925408403234631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=5702925408403234631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/5702925408403234631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/5702925408403234631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-me.html' title='why me?'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-7815767599055449037</id><published>2008-05-28T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T05:31:44.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sombody sent me this...</title><content type='html'>Subject: Where to be During an Earthquake&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Remember that stuff about hiding under a table or standing in a doorway??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, this guy has a completely reverse opinion. This is very interesting, different from what we were all taught.  Boy! Is this ever an eye opener. Directly opposite of what we've been taught over the years! I can remember in school being told to, 'duck and cover' or stand in a doorway during an earthquake. This guy's findings is absolutely amazing. I hope we all remember his survival method if we are ever in an earthquake!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Please read this and pass the info along to your family members; it could save their lives someday!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;EXTRACT FROM DOUG COPP'S ARTICLE ON THE: 'TRIANGLE OF LIFE'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My name is Doug Copp. I am the Rescue Chief and Disaster Manager of the American Rescue Team International (ARTI), the world's most experienced rescue team. The information in this article will save lives in an earthquake.  I have crawled inside 875 collapsed buildings, worked with rescue teams from 60 countries, founded rescue teams in several countries, and I am a member of many rescue teams from many countries.  I was the United Nations expert in Disaster Mitigation for two years. I have worked at every major disaster in the world since 1985, except for simultaneous disasters.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The first building I ever crawled inside of was a school in Mexico City during the 1985 earthquake. Every child was under its desk. Every child was crushed to the thickness of their bones. They could have survived by lying down next to their desks in the aisles. It was obscene, unnecessary and I wondered why the children were not in the aisles. I didn't at the time know that the children were told to hide under something.  Simply stated, when buildings collapse, the weight of the ceilings falling upon the objects or furniture inside crushes these objects, leaving a space or void next to them. This space is what I call the 'triangle of life'.  The larger the object, the stronger, the less it will compact. The less the object compacts, the larger the void, the greater the probability that the person who is using this void for safety will not be injured. The next time you watch collapsed buildings, on television, count the 'triangles' you see formed. They are everywhere. It is the most common shape, you will see, in a collapsed building.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TIPS FOR EARTHQUAKE SAFETY&lt;br&gt;1) Most everyone who simply 'ducks and covers' WHEN BUILDINGS COLLAPSE are crushed to death. People who get under objects, like desks or cars, are crushed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2) Cats, dogs and babies often naturally curl up in the fetal position. You should too in an earthquake. It is a natural safety/survival instinct. You can survive in a smaller void. Get next to an object, next to a sofa, next to a large bulky object that will compress slightly but leave a void next to it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3) Wooden buildings are the safest type of construction to be in during an earthquake. Wood is flexible and moves with the force of the earthquake.  If the wooden building does collapse, large survival voids are created.  Also, the wooden building has less concentrated, crushing weight. Brick buildings will break into individual bricks. Bricks will cause many injuries but less squashed bodies than concrete slabs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4) If you are in bed during the night and an earthquake occurs, simply roll off the bed. A safe void will exist around the bed. Hotels can achieve a much greater survival rate in earthquakes, simply by posting a sign on the back of the door of every room telling occupants to lie down on the floor, next to the bottom of the bed during an earthquake.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5) If an earthquake happens and you cannot easily escape by getting out the door or window, then lie down and curl up in the fetal position next to a sofa, or large chair.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6) Most everyone who gets under a doorway when buildings collapse is killed. How? If you stand under a doorway and the doorjamb falls forward or backward you will be crushed by the ceiling above. If the door jam falls sideways you will be cut in half by the doorway. In either case, you will be killed!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7) Never go to the stairs. The stairs have a different 'moment of frequency' (they swing separately from the main part of the building). The stairs and remainder of the building continuously bump into each other until structural failure of the stairs takes place. The people who get on stairs before they fail are chopped up by the stair treads - horribly mutilated. Even if the building doesn't collapse, stay away from the stairs. The stairs are a likely part of the building to be damaged. Even if the stairs are not collapsed by the earthquake, they may collapse later when overloaded by fleeing people. They should always be checked for safety, even when the rest of the building is not damaged.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8) Get Near the Outer Walls Of Buildings Or Outside Of Them If Possible.  It is much better to be near the outside of the building rather than the interior. The farther inside you are from the outside perimeter of the building the greater the probability that your escape route will be blocked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9) People inside of their vehicles are crushed when the road above falls in an earthquake and crushes their vehicles; which is exactly what happened with the slabs between the decks of the Nimitz Freeway. The victims of the San Francisco earthquake all stayed inside of their vehicles. They were all killed. They could have easily survived by getting out and sitting or lying next to their vehicles. Everyone killed would have survived if they had been able to get out of their cars and sit or lie next to them. All the crushed cars had voids 3 feet high next to them, except for the cars that had columns fall directly across them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10) I discovered, while crawling inside of collapsed newspaper offices and other offices with a lot of paper, that paper does not compact.  Large voids are found surrounding stacks of paper.  Spread the word and save someone's life...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Entire world is experiencing natural calamities so be prepared! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'We are but angels with one wing, it takes two to fly.'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In 1996 we made a film, which proved my survival methodology to be correct. The Turkish Federal Government, City of Istanbul , University of Istanbul Case Productions and ARTI cooperated to film this practical, scientific test. We collapsed a school and a home with 20 mannequins inside. Ten mannequins did 'duck and cover,' and ten mannequins I used in my 'triangle of life' survival method. After the simulated earthquake collapse we crawled through the rubble and entered the building to film and document the results. The film, in which I practiced my survival techniques under directly observable, scientific conditions , relevant to building collapse, showed there would have been zero percent survival for those doing duck and cover.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There would likely have been 100 percent survivability for people using my method of the 'triangle of life.' This film has been seen by millions of viewers on television in Turkey and the rest of Europe, and it was seen in the USA, Canada and Latin America on the TV program Real TV.&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-7815767599055449037?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7815767599055449037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=7815767599055449037' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/7815767599055449037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/7815767599055449037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/05/sombody-sent-me-this.html' title='sombody sent me this...'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-5687357989655309522</id><published>2008-05-28T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T04:53:26.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buti pa yung ibang tao may nagagawa</title><content type='html'>Haizt...&lt;br&gt;Been reading Harry Potter during this two week break from classes...&lt;br&gt;And guess what!&lt;br&gt;As I was trying to imagine what Lord Voldemort probably looked like (he was described in the sixth book as "tall, pale, dark-haired,and handsome" and I guess he was really supposed to be handsome, because J.K. Rowling made the effort to repeat it over and over again, even stressing it by describing that "His was the most handsome face... of all the boys."), it just popped inside my head that maybe he looks just like my crush!&lt;br&gt;Oh my... hahaha... very funny thought... it's so funny, I can't resist sharing it! I mean... well, he's not really pale... Actually, he's anything but pale, really. But he is tall, with dark (and very nice) hair, and he, undeniably, has the looks most girls fall for. Ahahahaha!&lt;br&gt;Wala lang!&lt;br&gt;See?&lt;br&gt;This is how bored I am!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S.&lt;br&gt;Anyway... tinapos ko na yung whole series during the before and after ng summer classes ko (labo). Wala kasi talagang mapaglibangan sa bahay...except for dance mania! yey! sana lang talaga may dance pad ako para di ko siya ginagawang O2 jam. ahehehe. ayan. grabeh the boredom... kung anu-ano na ang naii-isip ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-5687357989655309522?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5687357989655309522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=5687357989655309522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/5687357989655309522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/5687357989655309522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/05/buti-pa-yung-ibang-tao-may-nagagawa.html' title='buti pa yung ibang tao may nagagawa'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-4679095156609198402</id><published>2008-05-21T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:44:12.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dahil bakasyon na....</title><content type='html'>yey. magsagot muna tayo ng surveys....&lt;br&gt;grabeh. wala talagang kwenta posts ko. hahahah. :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1.) Pinakagusto mong name?&lt;br&gt;MAYUMI. kung ipapanganak ako ulit, yun yung gusto kong name. tagalog. proud to be pinay ako e. ayoko ng english name. hindi naman kasi ako admirer ng english culture. mas gusto ko pa japanese. tapos pwede rin sa nihonggo ang mayumi di ba? better. may dugong japanese kasi ako. pero mga 1/n na ata. hehehe. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;may isa pa akong gustong name. AIYORI. ewan ko ba. fascinated ako sa pangalan na iyon since grade six palang ako. hindi siya name ng some anime character. imbento ko lang. kasi gusto ko ng japanese sounding name. dahil wala akong alam sa japanese, yung dating spelling e AYORI. after four years, hinanap ko sa isang japanese dictionary, hindi ko nakita. kaya pinalitan ko ang spelling. dinagdagan ko ng "I". ang ibig sabihin na niya ngayon ay "love from within". yata. hopefully hindi mali-mali yung online japanese dictionary na kinunsulta ko. oh well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Atsaka, Annielyn. Wala ang. kaaliw. kung nag-org. chem most liekly gets mo to. (Oi peach never ko itong piapangaln sa ank ko. Di ako tulad ni Mikael, pinangalan niya ang aso niya na benzene.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2.) Pinakagusto mong color?&lt;br&gt;PINK. inexplicable. hindi rin halata dahil ayoko ipahalata. kung bakit ay hindi ko ma-explain. inexcplicable. ang churva.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3.) Pinakacrush mo ngayon?&lt;br&gt;ahem! very deadly information. hindi dapat i-share sa net. nakamamatay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4.) Pinaka-nakakabother sa yo ngayon?&lt;br&gt;rice crisis. naman. nakaka-haller!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5.) Pinakakasundo mo na tao?&lt;br&gt;PEACH, at ang dakilang VPC (vapor pressure club): gihan, jane, denise, anapat, patrick.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6.) Pinakahuling nakasama mo&lt;br&gt;LITTLE BRO. nagkukwentuhan kung anong course kukunin niya. Mag-u-UPCAt na siya!!!! oh my! please help pray for him. thankies.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7.) Pinakanamimiss mong kasama&lt;br&gt;Yung chem 31 lab classmates ko... Joke. Parang kelan lang kasama ko sila ah. AHehehe. Anyways... Bye Bye Archie! di ka namin mami-miss. pramis.^_^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8.) Pinakahuli mong nakausap sa phone?&lt;br&gt;PATRICK. para siguraduhing hindi ko sila i-indiyanin sa gimik.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9.) Pinakahuli mong katext?&lt;br&gt;PEACH. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10.) Pinakagusto mong mangyari sa buhay mo?&lt;br&gt;tumangkad. yak asa...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11.) Pinakagusto mong movie?&lt;br&gt;Cast Away... all time favorite talaga. weee!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13.) Pinakawild na ginawa mo in public?&lt;br&gt;wild? hindi naman ako wild e. hindi ako laman ng dance floor kapag parties. at hindi ako mahilig sa rave. at ayokong nag-a-act. nakow. hindi ko carry ang mga roles na mangulangot o sumayaw ng my humps ng walang tugtog o ano pang mukhang ewan.&lt;br&gt;hindi ako SK e. sinong niloko ko?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14.) Pinakamataas na grade mo na nakuha sa isang report card?&lt;br&gt;ehe. uno(?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15.) Pinakaidol mo sa ngayon?&lt;br&gt;David Cook! Sana manalo ka sa american idol. aheheh. joke.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16.) Pinakafave mong sport?&lt;br&gt;soccer. hindi. ano pala... quidditch. ^_^. joke.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17.) Pinakagusto mong subject?&lt;br&gt;math... ngayon. magaling prof namin sa 53 eh. ^_^ chem rin. ahehehe. ayoko na sa bio....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18.) Pinakaayaw mong subject?&lt;br&gt;bio... eww. as in. eww. memorization to the nth level. shuckeners. saka dahil sa bio, na-realize ko na hinding hindi talaga ako magdo-doktor. putek. pag nakita niyo kung paano ako mag-dissect ng palaka. MADUGO. dalawang major veins at isang major artery ata naputol ko. tapos na-chip-off ko pa yung isang chunk ng liver. ehehehe. eww. ayoko nang maging frog murderer! T-T my hands are stained with flog blood na. eeew.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19.) Pinakaproud na achievement mo?&lt;br&gt;scholarship ko. buti na lang dahil nakaligtas ako sa TOFI. at saka kung hindi dahil doon hindi ako makakapag-aral. buti na lang talaga. at saka. ONCE UPON A TIME, NAKAPASOK AKO NG PISAY. kasi, in the first place, kung hindi ako nag-pisay, wala naman ako kung nasaan ako ngayon. malamang wala rin akong scholarship.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;20.) Pinakagusto mong kagimikan?&lt;br&gt;VPC&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21.) Pinakaayaw mong hinahalintulad ka?&lt;br&gt;huh? incomparable ata ako...wala nang katulad ko sa buong mundo so that's the least of my problems... ahehehe. joke time talaga ako.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;22.) Pinakaayaw mong makaaway?&lt;br&gt;+ yung aso naming pitbull. talo talaga ko dito.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;23.) Pinakaayaw mong salita?&lt;br&gt;P.I.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;24.) Pinakamalaswang nangyari sa yo?&lt;br&gt;huh? wala pa naman. except yung mga pesteng naniniksik sa jeep. syomai! bugbugin ko sila e!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;25.) Pinakagusto mong gawin?&lt;br&gt;matulog. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;26.) Pinakamasamang tao na kilala mo?&lt;br&gt;ooooooooo..... wala e.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;27.) Pinakaself-obsessed na tao na kilala mo?&lt;br&gt;ako? joke! wala naman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;28.) Pinakagusto mong puntahan na lugar?&lt;br&gt;Japan! wala lang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;29.) pinakahuling nagmiss call sa yo?&lt;br&gt;Ang aking ina.... hehehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;31.) pinakahuli mong kausap?&lt;br&gt;little bro. hi jeff!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;32.) best boy bud/s mo?&lt;br&gt;patrick. naku.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;33.) best girl bud/s mo?&lt;br&gt;pechay. gaye. den-chan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;35.) what time ka uuwi sa bahay nyo?&lt;br&gt;nasa bahay na ako.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;36.) pinakahuli mong nasabi ngayon?&lt;br&gt;ahehehehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-4679095156609198402?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4679095156609198402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=4679095156609198402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/4679095156609198402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/4679095156609198402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/05/dahil-bakasyon-na.html' title='dahil bakasyon na....'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-2853313474666573787</id><published>2008-05-21T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:42:36.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grabeh.... nakaka-churva.... wala lang.</title><content type='html'>yehey! yehey!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;nanalo si David Cook! go David Cook! yay!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;grabeh... akala ko si Archuleta na mananalo. nagkandarapa ata ang mga fans ni David Cook dahil sa comments ni Simon eh. ehehehe. grabeh. 12 million votes na lead... that's a lot.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-2853313474666573787?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/2853313474666573787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=2853313474666573787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/2853313474666573787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/2853313474666573787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/05/grabeh-nakaka-churva-wala-lang.html' title='grabeh.... nakaka-churva.... wala lang.'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-6869837462187488924</id><published>2008-03-22T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T04:41:48.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinababaliwan ni jo'/><title type='text'>current favorite video</title><content type='html'>Luma na yung video. alright.&lt;br /&gt;Pero bigla akong kinilabutan nang ipapanood siya sa akin ni Jane. as in tinayuan ng balahibo. ang ganda ng message niya. nakaka-touch. lalo na yung last scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite video rin siya ni Jane. hehe. nahawa niya ako. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6uB4lT5CblA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6uB4lT5CblA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&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/29843746-6869837462187488924?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6869837462187488924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=6869837462187488924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/6869837462187488924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/6869837462187488924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/03/current-favorite-video.html' title='current favorite video'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-5781494117557788255</id><published>2008-03-22T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T04:37:33.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The passion described scientifically</title><content type='html'>AND THEY CRUCIFIED HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A medical doctor provides a physical description:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The cross is placed on the ground and the exhausted man is quickly thrown&lt;br /&gt;   backwards with his shoulders against the wood. The legionnaire feels for the&lt;br /&gt;   depression at the front of the wrist. He drives a heavy, square wrought-iron&lt;br /&gt;   nail through the wrist deep into the wood. Quickly he moves to the other&lt;br /&gt;   side and repeats the action, being careful not to pull the arms too tightly,&lt;br /&gt;   but to allow some flex and movement. The cross is then lifted into place.&lt;br /&gt;   The left foot is pressed backward against the right foot, and with both feet&lt;br /&gt;   extended, toes down, a nail is driven through the arch of each, leaving the&lt;br /&gt;   knees flexed. The victim is now crucified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As he slowly sags down with more weight on the nails in the wrists,&lt;br /&gt;   excruciating fiery pain shoots along the fingers and up the arms to explode&lt;br /&gt;   in the brain -- the nails in the wrists are putting pressure on the median&lt;br /&gt;   nerves. As he pushes himself upward to avoid this stretching torment, he&lt;br /&gt;   places the full weight on the nail through his feet. Again he feels the&lt;br /&gt;   searing agony of the nail tearing through the nerves between the bones of&lt;br /&gt;   his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As the arms fatigue, cramps sweep through his muscles, knotting them deep&lt;br /&gt;   relentless, and throbbing pain. With these cramps comes the inability to&lt;br /&gt;   push himself upward to breathe. Air can be drawn into the lungs but not&lt;br /&gt;   exhaled. He fights to raise himself in order to get even one small breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Finally, carbon dioxide builds up in the lungs and in the blood stream, and&lt;br /&gt;   the cramps partially subsided. Spasmodically, he is able to push himself&lt;br /&gt;   upward to exhale and bring in life-giving oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hours of limitless pain, cycles of twisting, joint-renting cramps,&lt;br /&gt;   intermittent partial asphyxiation, searing pain as tissue is torn from his&lt;br /&gt;   lacerated back as he moves up and down against rough timber. Then another&lt;br /&gt;   agony begins: a deep, crushing pain deep in the chest as the pericardium&lt;br /&gt;   slowly fills with serum and begins to compress the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It is now almost over. The loss of tissue fluids has reached a critical&lt;br /&gt;   level. The compressed heart is struggling to pump heavy, thick, sluggish&lt;br /&gt;   blood into the tissues. The tortured lungs are making frantic effort to gasp&lt;br /&gt;   in small gulps of air. He can feel the chill of death creeping through his&lt;br /&gt;   tissues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Finally, he allows his body to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   All this the Bible records with the simple words,&lt;br /&gt;   "and they crucified Him" (Mark 15:24).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   -- C. Truman Davis, M.D., M.S., Arizona Medicine, Vol. 22 No. 3 March 1965&lt;br /&gt;   Recent Activity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-5781494117557788255?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5781494117557788255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=5781494117557788255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/5781494117557788255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/5781494117557788255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/03/passion-described-scientifically.html' title='The passion described scientifically'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-7687506336177206307</id><published>2008-02-12T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T17:56:45.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bumabale-balentong na pananaw</title><content type='html'>ow shucks...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;grabeh mababaliw na ako sa mga nararanasan ko araw-araw... oh well.. this is life...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;una sa lahat, ayun... medyo naaalangan na ako sa MPs (malikhaing pagsulat 10), as in nadi-discourage na ako at feeling ko kahit na may i-am-a-writer tendency ako ay wala naman talaga akong i-am-a-writer capacity. shucks... as in medyo nakakahiya kasi andami-daming problema sa lipunan and all i can write about are those "mga sawing pag-ibig na mais na mais." *sigh* hindi naman kasi sa ayaw kong magsulat tungkol sa mga pulitikal na bagay pero hindi lang talaga ako handa for that...  i dunno... wadever...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tapos... shucks... baligtad na ang mantra ko ngayon... "hate bio. love math." seriously. buti tapos na kami sa botany... i can love bio again... sana... ayun... and if you wanna know kung bakit may change of heart ako sa math, ang galing kasi ng math53 prof namin... i highly recommend him... mr. vallejo... ayun... wahahaha.... bonus pa kasi para siyang si sir luy.... hehehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway... whatever to my rantings about acads... i already got over it...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tapos ito pa... mababaliw naman ako sa kalai... paano ba naman pinapakanta ako... i still don't believe that i can sing... hey i don't sing... only behind closed doors and never in public with my face up there on the stage for everyone to see... shucks.... pero ayun... napilitan akong kumanta once... i don't know of i want to do that again... pero aaminin ko natuwa ako sa experience... ahehehehe... pero hindi pa rin ako makapaniwalang there are actually people who believe i can sing...who actually believe that i do sing ... and will not believe otherwise... i don't know if i want to believe in what these people say... all my life, i never thought that i can sing... all my life i believed i couldn't...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sensya na sa wrong grammars here... oh well... this is life...&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-7687506336177206307?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7687506336177206307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=7687506336177206307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/7687506336177206307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/7687506336177206307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/bumabale-balentong-na-pananaw.html' title='bumabale-balentong na pananaw'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-939828147657546190</id><published>2008-01-22T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T02:36:48.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>salamat</title><content type='html'>grabeh bad mood ako last week... as in super...&lt;br&gt;kaya salamat sa mga people na in one way or another ay nag-alala sa akin... at pasensya na rin... hehehe&lt;br&gt;kay gihan&lt;br&gt;thank you sobra for being there... always... laging perfectang timing mo... kung wala ka e super depressed na sana ako&lt;br&gt;kay jane at cecile&lt;br&gt;yak sorry napag-alala ko kayo... pero thank you for caring...as&lt;br&gt;kay peach...&lt;br&gt;wala akong masabi&lt;br&gt;kay mikael at joseph...&lt;br&gt;walangya kayong dalawa, laks niyong man-trip a... hintay-hintay lang kayo atpag nasa mood na ako, maghanda kayo kapag gumanti ako. pero salamat na rin sa pang-aasar dahil sa inis ko ay nakaklimutan kong depressed nga pala ako...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-939828147657546190?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/939828147657546190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=939828147657546190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/939828147657546190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/939828147657546190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/01/salamat.html' title='salamat'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-7358485798514333490</id><published>2008-01-22T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T02:34:36.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>attention: support the send-jo-to-incubus-concert fund</title><content type='html'>Somebody!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Somebody send me to the Incubus concert please! PLEASE! pleeeeeeaaaaaaaaassssssssssseeeeee!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Waaaaaahhhhh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As in... I can never raise the funds I need to go there. As in... waah! *sniff*  I don't think I can ever afford the ticket. It is such a loss. *sniff*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Matagal na rin akong nag-iipon for that concert. Last month pa ever since mabalitaan ko.... Kaya lang, aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhh... bakit kasi la-layas-layas pa yang phone ko?... imbes na ipambili tuloy ng ticket ay kailangan ko na lang ipambilli ng phone... waah... walang hiyang magnanakaw ka... sarap mong murahin... pasalamat ka hindi ako nagmumura....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can someone take pity on me and send me to the Incubus concert? I'll be forever grateful... Sige na, please...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Waaaaaaaahhhhhh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Buti pa yung kapatid ko, may nag-offer (di raw sure, whatever) na manlilibre sa kanya... See? May manlilibre sa kanya! Ako rin! I want IncubuS! Free me incubus!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tapos wala siyang balak kunin yung libre na iyon kasi mas gusto niya ang maroon5 at hindi niya medyo trip ang mga songs sa light grenade... which is most likely ang mga songs na tutugtugin nila.... Jeff! akin na lang yung libre... I want incubus!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Most likely, habang binabasa niya ito, sinasabi niya... at, ang kulit, hindi pa nga sure yan e...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Still, ba't sa'yo jeff may nag-offer tapos sa akin wala? E mas adik ako sa incubus kaysa sa'yo...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yak... nagpaparinig ba?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sige na kasi people... support my charity and give money to the send-jo-to-incubus-concert fund... a small help will go a long way... it will make me forever so happy! yey! ^_^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;for details, please visit jo... kalayaan residence hall, up-diliman, GA-33 or contact jo... 09266894*** (ask peach or gihan for the last three numbers. and temporary number lang 'yan, sa tatay ko yung phone kaya wag kayong manti-trip)  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-7358485798514333490?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7358485798514333490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=7358485798514333490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/7358485798514333490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/7358485798514333490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/01/attention-support-send-jo-to-incubus.html' title='attention: support the send-jo-to-incubus-concert fund'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-3088851623909416596</id><published>2008-01-10T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T02:43:21.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang emo ko naman...</title><content type='html'>hahahah... nahanap ko ito somewhere... kahit kelan talaga o... pero hindi naman ako ganito most of the time... wala lang... kaya kesa mag-disappear into nowhere itong isinulat ko once upon a time ay isi-share ko na lang sa inyo... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ako"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isang maliit na tuldok sa mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagpupumilit na magkaroon ng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhay, pagkakakilanlan, at kuwenta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngunit wala akong magawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa akong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maliit na tuldok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang bulang tinatangay ng hangin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patungo sa kawalan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-3088851623909416596?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3088851623909416596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=3088851623909416596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/3088851623909416596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/3088851623909416596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/01/ang-emo-ko-naman.html' title='Ang emo ko naman...'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-1817869938349698374</id><published>2008-01-04T02:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T02:20:48.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinababaliwan ni jo'/><title type='text'>Making a Fuss over Nothing at All</title><content type='html'>WWWWaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what song was at Jam's number one spot the moment year 2007 ended, and year 2008 began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's "Your Guardian Angel" by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... It's the number one song for December 2007... The last song to occupy the top spot for the year 2007...&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on, I'm broken-hearted with that song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi naman eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine... I know I should be happy kasi number one ang (dating) favorite song ko, kaya lang kasi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's becoming TOO popular. I mean... everyone is singing it... I go to the mall, and they play for too many times in an hour...someone else is screaming when they hear that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginagasgas na rin siya ng ibang station. Just look. What kind of station will play the same song twice in a span of less than an hour? (I am happy Jam never does that... They wouldn't even play songs from the same artist within the one hour...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko ng songs na gasgas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ayoko rin ng songs na alam ng lahat, at tinitilian ng lahat. Haller... How could you possibly claim a song as your favorite song (however temporary that may be) if everyone else is claiming it as their theme song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am broken-hearted with that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, the song is just too beautiful to be hated. I actually fell in love with it noong una ko siyang narinig... so just imagine what a pain it is that my ear has become allergic to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narinig ko siya before sembreak pa... hahahaha. Pero gabing-gabi na noon, actually madaling-araw na ata, kaya wala ng dj sa Jam... ayun... tapos nag-play yung song. I literally jumped out of bed, and I whimpered because the song was so beautiful. (Yes, I did whimper. I often do that when I hear a new song that I happen to like. hehe.) I had to hold my chest so my heart would not beat so loud and I can listen to the song more intently... heheh... Now the trouble was, walang dj kaya hindi ko talaga alam yung title or artist na kumanta ng song. I had to wait for another two weeks bago ko siya narinig ulit.(or was it only just one? well it certainly felt longer than one week. So no, it was two weeks. Yeah, it was two weeks. Believe me it was two weeks. But don't kill if it only happened to be one...haha) Oh well, wala kasi akong radyo sa dorm so every weekend lang ako nakakapakinig ng radyo... haha... At ayun, bagong pasok siya sa hitchart ng Jam. And for a newbie, it certainly did well. #16 kaagad...hahah. One week or so yun before sembreak. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see... I had every reason to claim that song as my theme song, but then came the second sem. And the next thing I knew, everyone else is screaming for that song (and even claiming it as theirs! sheez...). And a radio station (certainly not Jam) plays it twice in an hour. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will have to wait until the craze has passed, and everyone else starts to forget that s/he used to say her/his heart bleeds whenever s/he hears that song. haha. There was even one who said it's her break-up theme song, and hearing it makes her heart break even more. Well it is not a break-up song, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, I have a new favorite song right now. haha. And no one else can steal that from me. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I sound that bitter? Haha. Don't bother. It's just that it pains me that I cannot enjoy the song as much as I used too. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is sighing right now. He says he cannot quite understand why I am making so much fuss over "Your Guardian Angel" when "Face Down" sounds better.(Well the acoustic version is definitely as great. It is actually the first song of RJA that I happened to like.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-1817869938349698374?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1817869938349698374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=1817869938349698374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/1817869938349698374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/1817869938349698374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/01/making-fuss-over-nothing-at-all.html' title='Making a Fuss over Nothing at All'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-6841152594901431458</id><published>2008-01-04T02:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T02:19:00.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pagmumuni-muni'/><title type='text'>New Year Dilemma</title><content type='html'>Haay... mahirap talaga kapag ala kang load at season ng pagbibigay ng greetings...&lt;br /&gt;oh well... tinatamad ako magpa-load eh... kasi naman ang daming nagpapaputok sa labas, takot akech... and secondly, hindi ko alam kung saan huhugot ng pera, ayoko namang empty ang mga wallet ko pagpasok ng bagong taon, and when I mean may laman, hindi yung barya... as in bill, as in yung perang may mabibili ka talaga... haizt, mga idiosyncrasies ko talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero gusto kong magpasalamat sa mga taong nagsend sa akin ng greetings, kahit hindi ko kayo nareplya-an. You made me feel so happy, really... Lalo na yung mga personal messages talaga, yung kahit happy new year lang ay may pangalan ko pa rin... nakaka-touch... kind of like making me feel na naalala niyo talaga ako ngayong pasko at bagong taon... at hindi lang ako nadamay sa urge niyong mag-send ng greeting sa lahat ng nasa phone book niyo, yun tipong send-to-all option, disregarding kung kaaway o kaibigan mo yung nasa phonebook (well maliban na lang kung binubura niyo yung number ng kaaway niyo sa phone), hehehe... pero seryoso SALAMAT NG MARAMI... personal o gm man 'yan... na-a-appreciate ko pa rin siyempre... hahahaha. Attention-grabber ko lang talaga ang mag-rant... hahahaha... kayo naman o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, salamat ulit. Sana ay pagpalain kayo ng Diyos sa darating na taon na ito. Lumipas na ang 2007, at nagpapasalamat ako sa mga alaalang dinulot ng taong ito. It's a very special year... siguro dahil sa graduation ko at pagsisimula ng college life ko o kaya dahil 2007 ang simula ng student number ko at 07 rin ang pangalan ng highschool batch ko (o pisay! nakakamiss...) Sa mga naging bahagi ng buhay ko sa taong ito... salamat... shucks, how will i start mentioning everything we've been through? at sa mga taong patuloy na naging parte ng buhay ko during 2007, sana marami pang taon ang pagsaluhan natin. =) oh yeah! Hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun... oh my gulay 2008 na... bakit hindi ako masaya? Kasi gusto ko 07 pa rin eh... 07 da best! Oi, anong isyu toh? Hehehe, wala, joke lang... Siyempre may magagawa ba ako eh year 2008 na? Shucks, magse-17 na ako... special sa akin ang number 17 for reasons na akin na lang... basta... hahahahah... ask me some time kapag nagkasabay tayong maglakad or something and maybe i'll tell you... but i think i won't... so ask me na lang kapag 18 na ako and by then siguro naka-get-over na ako sa sikreto ng number 17. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! Ayun lang... God bless sa ating lahat ngayong 2008! ja ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-6841152594901431458?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6841152594901431458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=6841152594901431458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/6841152594901431458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/6841152594901431458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-dilemma.html' title='New Year Dilemma'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-3991802675235579800</id><published>2008-01-04T02:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T02:17:06.544-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pagmumuni-muni'/><title type='text'>A Christmas Resolution</title><content type='html'>Sa pag-iikot ko sa mga tiangge in search of christmas gifts, marami akong na-realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Huwag kalimutang mag-greet ng “Merry Christmas” sa mga tindera, jeepney driver, etc... this also goes kahit ordinary days. Hindi mo lang alam, pero ang isang simpleng good morning or good afternoon can do really great things sa kanilang kahit pasko ay naghahanapbuhay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Kapag may nagustuhan kang bagay, bilhin mo na kaagad... Malay mo, iyon lang pala ang only time na mae-encounter mo ang bagay na iyon... for example, isang necklace na unique ang design... o kaya isang cd na mahirap na palang mahanap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Hindi kailangang mahal ang regalo... all you need is to have an eye for what is unique and beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Don't shop for christmas gifts with one blow... mas maganda if you will shop all year around... for example, may nakita kang isang bagay tapos naalala mo ang friend mo dahil doon, bilhin mo na for her kahit walang okasyon... you don't have to give it right away... balutin mo, itago, tapos pagdating ng pasko (or ng birthday niya) saka mo ibigay... maraming benefits ito:&lt;br /&gt; (1) Hindi ka kakapusin sa christmas ideas&lt;br /&gt; (2) Maiiwasan mo ang mga moments na narealize mong kinapos ang budget mo right at the middle of your shopping&lt;br /&gt; (3) Hindi ka na rin makikiisa sa christmas rush... no panic buying, yeah!&lt;br /&gt; (4) Sure kang yung nabili mo ay babagay sa reregaluhan mo (dahil hindi ka dampot lang dampot at clearheaded ka ng binillimo iyon)&lt;br /&gt; (5) Magkakaroon ka ng rason para i-manage ang pera mo nang maayos. Siyempre, who knows, baga makakita ka on your way pauwi ng something na maganda, di ba (yup,all year round yan)... in short... a reason para makapagtipid...&lt;br /&gt; (6) Make a list long before Christmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-3991802675235579800?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3991802675235579800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=3991802675235579800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/3991802675235579800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/3991802675235579800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-resolution.html' title='A Christmas Resolution'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-4333266057725126885</id><published>2007-10-09T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T01:45:05.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEM BREAK!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes! Finally... the much awaited sem -break is here... wahahahaha... i am officially at the sem-break mode, which means wala na akong gagawin (na acad-related)and ever so free na akong gumimik (at mag-overnight... sana ^_^)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey! celebrate na! hopefully mamunga ang pagpapaka-timang at pagpapaka-haggard (na super unnecessary... well, most of the time)ko... sana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun... tapos na ang math finals... isang paper na lang actually pero what the herr... consider it done... nyahahahaha... at sana ma-exempt na ako sa chem finals... feeling ko naman... pero whatever my grade is sa chem16, ayoko nang mag-finals... so what the herr na rin sa chem finals... wahahahaha... ayun... mbb finals tapos na rin... may grade na nga eh. at masaya siyang finals kasi group na, take home pa. nag-overnight kami kina bea (blockmate ko)at super fun.... yahahahaha... sa comm3 wala na ring gagawin... at masaya rin yung last requirement namin dahil ang laki naming jowk sa final speech namin... ginaya kasi namin yung awards night ng cinemalaya... tapos ang jowk talaga... ang kulit namin, hindi namin sineryoso... at feel naman namin natuwa yung buong class... so yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey! sembreak na... wala na akong gagawin as in wala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahaha! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. jo = bangag (obviously)... hmm... pansin ko lang ang daming ellipses ng post ko... oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-4333266057725126885?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4333266057725126885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=4333266057725126885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/4333266057725126885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/4333266057725126885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/10/sem-break.html' title='SEM BREAK!!!!'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-1286285104140394319</id><published>2007-09-20T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T03:52:02.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinababaliwan ni jo'/><title type='text'>kung prutas ka, ano ka?</title><content type='html'>1.Latest na gumugulo sa isip mo?&lt;br /&gt;~ requirements... shux... natitimang na ako kasi tinatamad na akong gawin sila... to the extreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Ano ang iyong ginagawa kapag&lt;br /&gt;nalulungkot?&lt;br /&gt;~ natutulog...kaya lumalaki ang eyebags ko... KAKATULOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Motto mo about LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;~ love... makes my head go 'round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;~ chocolates... hahahahahah obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Favorite Place?&lt;br /&gt;~ nowhere... kasi kapag gusto ko ng peace of mind naglalakad-lakad ako... pero kung may isang lugar akong babalik-balikan... siguro yung 3rd floor back landing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What's the title of the song that's&lt;br /&gt;stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;~ paiba-iba araw-araw... depende sa mood... uhmm... right now... yellow by coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Pangarap mong summer get-away trip?&lt;br /&gt;~ PARIS ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Isang bagay na hinding hindi mo&lt;br /&gt;tatanggihan?&lt;br /&gt;~ tsokolate!!!! ako pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Masayang libangan kapag umuulan?&lt;br /&gt;~ hmm... ice cream... kasi masarap kumain ng malamig kapag umuulan...&lt;br /&gt;at saka matulog... shux... nakakataba talaga kapag umuulan na... hahahah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Isang bagay na pag-iipunan mo nang&lt;br /&gt;husto?&lt;br /&gt;~ hoola hoop? jowk... libro, libro talaga... right now i'm saving for one... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Gagawin mo sa susunod mong&lt;br /&gt;birthday?&lt;br /&gt;~ maka-stroll si... sa Paris? hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Hindi mo makayanan o matagalan?&lt;br /&gt;~ kapag hindi nagha-hi sa akin si....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Gusto mong panoorin sa sine?&lt;br /&gt;~ ??? hmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Do you love cooking?&lt;br /&gt;~ yah!!!! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Paano ka ma-badtrip?&lt;br /&gt;~ natutulog ako kapag bad-trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Matagal ka ba maligo?&lt;br /&gt;~matagal... 45 minutes? pero kapag late na kaya kong maligo for less than five minutes... san ka pa? extreme talaga... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.kumakain ka ba ng vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;~ yah... pero super picky ako sa pagkakaluto ng gulay... kapag lata yan o lasang damo asan ka pang ilalapit ko sa bibig ko yun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Tamad ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;~ yah... i think so... pero extreme ako... minsan super sipag... as in extensive notes and research.... pero minsan, di talaga ako nagpapasa ng homework... hahahaha... pero most of the time tulog ako... katamaran ba ang pagtulog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Sino palagi mong kausap sa phone?&lt;br /&gt;~ si pat-pat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Sino palagi mong katext?&lt;br /&gt;~ mama ko? hindi naman ako mahilig magtext e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.sino ang kasabay mong umuwi?&lt;br /&gt;~ hmm... paiba-iba... minsan si peach.. papuntang kalai... o kaya si gihan... pauwi naman ng bahay, kapatid ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Are you a busy person?&lt;br /&gt;~ hindeh... mukha lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.What/who do you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;~ hmmm... yung number 3 ng phone ko... ayaw magpapindot eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Who makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;~ ....e di si.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.if given a chance to have one wish?&lt;br /&gt;~ PARIS! (ang adik...yak!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.why?&lt;br /&gt;~ eh PARIS yun e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. 30 yrs from now, what would u be?&lt;br /&gt;~ hmm... dead? JOWK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.song that best expresses what&lt;br /&gt;~ nani? what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.is/are there any persons that you&lt;br /&gt;miss?&lt;br /&gt;~ yah... sobra... anlapit lang niya pero... haay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.what makes you really angry?&lt;br /&gt;~ hmmm... yung ginugulo buhay ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.gusto mong gawin ngaun?&lt;br /&gt;~ mag-stroll kasama ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. kung may maibabalik ka na moment&lt;br /&gt;~ paris???? HAHAHAHAHA... sige na nga brownies na lang (jo, ano ba talaga?)(hahahah kung hindi mo gets, hindi mo gets... hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. mabuti ka bang kaibgan?&lt;br /&gt;~ tanong mo sa mga kaibigan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. sino pinakaimportanteng tao sa&lt;br /&gt;buhay mo ngaun?&lt;br /&gt;~ HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. kaya mo bang gawin lahat para sa&lt;br /&gt;love?&lt;br /&gt;~ hmm... bigyan mo ako ng rason why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. all time favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;~ hmmm... hanging by a moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. chocolates or ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;~ tinatanong pa ba 'to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Inlove ka ba ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;~ ewan... sana hindi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Masaya ka ba ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;~ ata... sana oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Anung ayaw na ayaw mo?&lt;br /&gt;~ yung pinipilit ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. kung prutas ka, ano ka?&lt;br /&gt;~ apple... apple... AAAAAple... labo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. sinong kakagat sayo?&lt;br /&gt;~ si.... eeewwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. sige. tama na.&lt;br /&gt;~ ay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-1286285104140394319?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1286285104140394319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=1286285104140394319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/1286285104140394319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/1286285104140394319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/09/kung-prutas-ka-ano-ka.html' title='kung prutas ka, ano ka?'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-515497350583095772</id><published>2007-08-22T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T05:54:55.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinababaliwan ni jo'/><title type='text'>ang mga favorite kong vocalists...</title><content type='html'>siyempre... start muna tayo sa local...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite ko si miro ng stonefree kasi bukod sa may hitsura siya(shucks).. ang ganda ng kanyang baritone voice... grabeh... at ang galing niyang mag-perform live... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa international music industry naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa third place: Adam Levine ng Maroon5&lt;br /&gt;---- come on, ang sexy niya... lalo na yung boses niya, ang sexy din... mapapayugyog ka talaga.. hahaha... yun lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa 2nd place: Alex Band ng The Calling&lt;br /&gt;---- shucks! ang guwapo niya... at ang boses... so baritone din... ang ganda ng timbre, makikikilala mo talaga kapag siya na ang nasa radyo... at ang guwapo ng boses niya, at ang guwapo niya... wait nasabi ko na iyon... hala papatayin na ako ni jane... inaagawan ko siya.. pero ang guwapo talaga ni Alex Band... namimiss ko na siya... bakit kasi ala ng The Calling?&lt;br /&gt;---- haay, nakaka-in-love ang baritone voice niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa 1st place: Brandon Boyd ng Incubus&lt;br /&gt;---- kasi naman, ang ganda ng boses niya, super unique (isa pa siyang sobrang madaling marecognize sa radio... para siyang Amy Lee among the boys, mahirap hanapan ng kapantay at katulad... ang ganda kasi talaga ng boses niya... nakakalutang... ang ganda...&lt;br /&gt;---- tapos ang galing rin niyang magsulat... The modern Shakespeare of the music industry (according to a review of a DJ), kamusta naman yun di ba?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-515497350583095772?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/515497350583095772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=515497350583095772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/515497350583095772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/515497350583095772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/08/ang-mga-favorite-kong-vocalists_22.html' title='ang mga favorite kong vocalists...'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-3366877000765691830</id><published>2007-08-22T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T05:47:00.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinababaliwan ni jo'/><title type='text'>ang mga favorite kong vocalists...</title><content type='html'>siyempre... start muna tayo sa local...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite ko si miro ng stonefree kasi bukod sa may hitsura siya(shucks).. ang ganda ng kanyang baritone voice... grabeh... at ang galing niyang mag-perform live... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa international music industry naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa third place: Adam Levine ng Maroon5&lt;br /&gt;---- come on, ang sexy niya... lalo na yung boses niya, ang sexy din... mapapayugyog ka talaga.. hahaha... yun lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa 2nd place: Alex Band ng The Calling&lt;br /&gt;---- shucks! ang guwapo niya... at ang boses... so baritone din... ang ganda ng timbre, makikikilala mo talaga kapag siya na ang nasa radyo... at ang guwapo ng boses niya, at ang guwapo niya... wait nasabi ko na iyon... hala papatayin na ako ni jane... inaagawan ko siya.. pero ang guwapo talaga ni Alex Band... namimiss ko na siya... bakit kasi ala ng The Calling?&lt;br /&gt;---- haay, nakaka-in-love ang baritone voice niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa 1st place: Brandon Boyd ng Incubus&lt;br /&gt;---- kasi naman, ang ganda ng boses niya, super unique (isa pa siyang sobrang madaling marecognize sa radio... para siyang Amy Lee among the boys, mahirap hanapan ng kapantay at katulad... ang ganda kasi talaga ng boses niya... nakakalutang... ang ganda...&lt;br /&gt;---- tapos ang galing rin niyang magsulat... The modern Shakespeare of the music industry (according to a review of a DJ), kamusta naman yun di ba?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-3366877000765691830?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3366877000765691830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=3366877000765691830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/3366877000765691830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/3366877000765691830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/08/ang-mga-favorite-kong-vocalists.html' title='ang mga favorite kong vocalists...'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-8706985781963937535</id><published>2007-08-22T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T05:28:51.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buhay peyups'/><title type='text'>Sa wakas...</title><content type='html'>haay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the suspensions and unending kaba at pag-aalala... natapos na rin sa wakas ang chem16 long exam... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero after nito panibagong kalbaryo na naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana lagi ka lang nanjan... pasiyahin mo ang araw ko. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shucks.. ambango ng tapsi ng rodics... amoy na amoy sa comp.shop...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-8706985781963937535?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8706985781963937535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=8706985781963937535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/8706985781963937535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/8706985781963937535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/08/sa-wakas.html' title='Sa wakas...'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-4308752690175454251</id><published>2007-07-22T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T02:23:30.536-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinababaliwan ni jo'/><title type='text'>Memory</title><content type='html'>dedicated to pat (of mbb) kasi gustung-gusto niya ang song na ito... natutuwa ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para din kay jessica balaquit - namimiss na kita . =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, for toblerone, kasi lagi kitang naaalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ST0mN3Rp02c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ST0mN3Rp02c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory by Sugarcult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may never start&lt;br /&gt;We could fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your memory&lt;br /&gt;Lost your sense of fear&lt;br /&gt;Feelings insincere&lt;br /&gt;Could not be your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get back, back, back to where we lasted&lt;br /&gt;Just like I imagine&lt;br /&gt;I could never feel this way&lt;br /&gt;So get back, back, back to the disaster&lt;br /&gt;My heart's beating faster&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may never start&lt;br /&gt;I'll tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;Cannot be your enemy&lt;br /&gt;Loosing half a year&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you here&lt;br /&gt;I'd be your anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get back, back, back to where we lasted&lt;br /&gt;Just like I imagine&lt;br /&gt;I could never feel this way&lt;br /&gt;So get back, back, back to the disaster&lt;br /&gt;My heart's beating faster&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may never start&lt;br /&gt;Tearing out my heart&lt;br /&gt;Not be your memory&lt;br /&gt;Lost your sense of fear&lt;br /&gt;Feelings disappear&lt;br /&gt;Cannot be your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get back, back, back to where we lasted&lt;br /&gt;Just like I imagine&lt;br /&gt;I could never feel this way&lt;br /&gt;So get back, back, back to the disaster&lt;br /&gt;My heart's beating faster&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may never start&lt;br /&gt;We could fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your memory&lt;br /&gt;Lost your sense of fear&lt;br /&gt;Feelings insincere&lt;br /&gt;Cannot be your memory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-4308752690175454251?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4308752690175454251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=4308752690175454251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/4308752690175454251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/4308752690175454251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/07/memory.html' title='Memory'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-8527187588440266642</id><published>2007-07-22T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T02:25:27.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinababaliwan ni jo'/><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>Wala lang... narinig ko lang ulit ang song na ito over the weekend kaya naaliw ako... in fairness, may binago si Alanis Morisette sa lyrics ng 2006 version nito... hahahaha... ngayon ko lang napansin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's a thousand spoons when all you need is a knife, it's meeting the man of your dreams and then meeting his beautiful husband..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;Langya ka! babae ka rin pala! pag nahanap ko na yung kutsilyo, sasaksakin kita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yak! ang ewan... hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the song not really sure kung ito yung acoustic (2006) version, pero... la lang =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v9yUVgrmPY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-8527187588440266642?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8527187588440266642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=8527187588440266642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/8527187588440266642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/8527187588440266642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/07/ironic_22.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-5655728859771524396</id><published>2007-07-14T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T02:27:50.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinababaliwan ni jo'/><title type='text'>bago ako tuluyang magpaalam... hopefully pansamantala lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mga songs na kinagigiliwan ko... jess salamat sa cd... pasensya rin sa atraso ko. peace tayo! =) labshoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1k2xIQIC9o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1k2xIQIC9o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREATHING by lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding my way back to sanity again&lt;br /&gt;though I don't really know what I'm gonna do when I get there&lt;br /&gt;and take a breath and hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;spin around one more time&lt;br /&gt;and gracefully fall back to the arms of grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I am hanging on every word you say and&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't want to speak tonight&lt;br /&gt;that's alright, alright with me&lt;br /&gt;cause I want nothing more than&lt;br /&gt;to sit outside Heaven's door&lt;br /&gt;and listen to you breathing&lt;br /&gt;is where I wanna be yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking past the shadows in my mind into the truth and I'm&lt;br /&gt;trying to identify the voices in my head&lt;br /&gt;God which one's you&lt;br /&gt;let me feel one more time what it&lt;br /&gt;feels like to feel and&lt;br /&gt;break these calluses off of me&lt;br /&gt;one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I am hanging on every word you say and&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't wanna speak tonight&lt;br /&gt;that's alright, alright with me&lt;br /&gt;cause I want nothing more than&lt;br /&gt;to sit outside your door&lt;br /&gt;and listen to your breathing&lt;br /&gt;is where I wanna be yeah&lt;br /&gt;where I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a thing from you&lt;br /&gt;bet you're tired of me&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the scraps to fall off of your table to the ground&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be here now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I am hanging on every word you say and&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't wanna speak tonight&lt;br /&gt;that's alright, alright with me&lt;br /&gt;cause I want nothing more than&lt;br /&gt;to sit outside Heaven's door&lt;br /&gt;and listen to your breathing&lt;br /&gt;is where I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-5655728859771524396?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5655728859771524396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=5655728859771524396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/5655728859771524396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/5655728859771524396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/07/bago-ako-tuluyang-magpaalam-hopefully.html' title='bago ako tuluyang magpaalam... hopefully pansamantala lang'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-957542548919846788</id><published>2007-07-14T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T04:07:09.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hay nakow! so toxic</title><content type='html'>ang toxic ng life ko ngayon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masyado maraming iniisip... tulog tuloy ako ng tulog para tumakas sa problema... haay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun... hindi ko na na-aupdate blog ko... lang kwenta inayos ko pa naman akala ko kapag college na regular akong mag-oonline... haay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun... sayang na blog... ulet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mawawala ako nang matagal... tulad ng dati&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-957542548919846788?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/957542548919846788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=957542548919846788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/957542548919846788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/957542548919846788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/07/hay-nakow-so-toxic.html' title='hay nakow! so toxic'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-7830471975967825545</id><published>2007-06-14T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T04:27:32.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><title type='text'>Never explain yourself...</title><content type='html'>Never explain yourself...&lt;br /&gt;Those who like you does not need it. Those who dislike you will not believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah! This is a lesson I learned the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It slapped me on the face twice, and both incidents happened barely two weeks apart. Haizt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first incident was not really something of a bitter medicine. I was actually on a high when that happened, so I dismissed the incident as a "not really a serious case of behavioral disorder ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the second one was really a bitter medicine to my habit of constantly explaining everything that I am and everyting that I do to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened when a girl I just met asked a favor from me, and in a sudden surge of insecurity, shamefulness and panic, I gave an UNNECESSARY explanation regarding (or better yet... a story behind) the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't sound like a problem, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, here is the thing... the catch... or whatever you call it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... What I told her was a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not feel well afterwards. It's like something fell heavily on me. I know what that is called: GUILT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so guilty, all I wanted to do was to run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I did. I wish I could. But, I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several minutes afterwards, something like an alarm was ringing inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a habit, a DISEASE, that can eventually ruin me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this become a warning. Never explain yourself to anyone. You can never be held accountable for choosing not to, and you can be ruined by the words that go out of your mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-7830471975967825545?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7830471975967825545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=7830471975967825545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/7830471975967825545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/7830471975967825545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/06/never-explain-yourself.html' title='Never explain yourself...'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-6513555889544121240</id><published>2007-06-11T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T04:28:12.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOEP Gonzales'/><title type='text'>1st impressions last? Weh...</title><content type='html'>Not all first impressions last...&lt;br /&gt;Promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan nga e sobrang layo na ng nagiging pananaw mo tungkol sa isang bagay, pangyayari o tao na hindi ka na makakapaniwala kung bakit ganoon ang first impression mo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto niyo ng sample?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsimula ang lahat ngayun-ngayon lang, summer ng taong 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa hindi inaasahang mandate ng DOST, hindi natuloy ang pinapangarap kong Bohol get-away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ayun, ang una kong nasabi tungkol sa ni-require nilang summer orientation and enrichment program (SOEP) ay: PESTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came the first day, 2 May 2007...&lt;br /&gt;Na-shock naman ako kasi mag-isa ako. Walang taga-pisay (Later, nalaman kong RA scholars lang pala ang nirequired, at 5 lang naman kaming RA from pisay. Kaya pala wala akong makitang kakilala ko.)... Nag-iisa akong nakakalat sa steps ng up engineering theater, cellphone lang ang kapiling. At sa ganun kaagang summer day, wala pang gising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ang pangalawang salita ko for SOEP: KAINIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naghanap ako ng puwedeng kaibiganin. Kaya lang lahat sila mukhang nerd. (Hahahaha. Peace.) At nerdy rin ako. Kapag  nerdy ka, ayaw mong dumikit sa kapwa mo nerd kasi sasabog kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayokong maging loner... kaya lumbay na lumbay ako. Sa bawat minutong dumadaan, nadaragdagan ng 1 mililiter ang napapanis kong laway. Naisip ko, kawawa naman ako. Buti dumating si Jami. Haay sa wakas, may makakausap na rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya-maya dumating si Jasper, tapos si Warner, tapos si Charmy.&lt;br /&gt;Yey! Pisay people. I was so happy to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya lang ang kasiyahang yun, hindi naman nagtagal... kasi the next day, nahiwalay rin ako sa kanila. Iba yung section ko. GONZALES. haay... ang saklap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I entered the room, I sat at the seat closest to the door. I don't know why, but I like that place. I've always been the girl by the door, ever since Pisay. I like that place because I get to have a good look at the whole classroom. I can easily get myself noticed just in case I want to recite, yet I can easily slither away from the attention of the teacher if ever I want to daydream or do somehthing. Moreover, I can be the first one out if I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was how i felt on the second day... From the very moment i sat down at the seat, all I could think about was getting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling got worst as the class (which was MATH... and I hated math) proceeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my 3rd word was: AYOKO NA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buong umaga, wala akong inisip kung hindi paano ako makakalayas sa SOEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan: Kumbinsihin ang mama ko na kailangan talaga naming magbakasyon sa Bohol, kasi nangako kami kina Lolo at Lola. Sasabihin ko na okay lang, aabsent ako sa SOEP for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Mas mahalagang makita ako nina Lolo at Lola kaysa painitin ko ang isa sa mga silya ng engg (engineering) building.&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko, yes! ligtas na ako... aattend lang ako sa first and last week. yey! the hell with the stipends. Mas mahalaga ang personal well being ko kaysa sa 3000 php. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero walang kwenta ang plano na yun. Kasi that night sabi ng mama ko nag-usap na raw sina ni Lolo at okay lang daw di matuloy ang bakasyon.  Sa sem-break or sa pasko na lang daw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ala na akong 4th word. *Sniff* na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought then it was going to be a hellish summer... but i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, after one month... I came to think I got a glimpse of heaven when I was there.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you wouldn't believe it, but as much as I wanted to get away then, now I ached to stay for one more day in that blissful summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it myself... but I also came to love the people who were there in that newly furnished engg room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though we only had one summer to spend, they carved a very special place in me. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is now over. We all move on. Now I miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How this all came to be is reserved for another post. *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero isa lang ang point ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trip ko lang magkwento... hahahahaha... jowk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At hindi lahat ng first impressions... nagtatagal sa'yo. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-6513555889544121240?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6513555889544121240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=6513555889544121240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/6513555889544121240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/6513555889544121240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/06/1st-impressions-last-weh.html' title='1st impressions last? Weh...'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-5452588163025443978</id><published>2007-03-04T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T04:15:27.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar you Lie</title><content type='html'>Jessica was in our room again, and she was talking about something more interesting this time. No, it was not about anime or her favorite band, but something more serious: Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Funny… She just taught me how to know what is going on inside a person’s brain by reading the involuntary movements of the eyes. This was not mind reading or something like that. Basically, you are just trying to know HOW the brain is working; the “thought process” as Jess referred to it. Is he trying to recall something? Is he creating something inside his mind? Then you connect what you see with his answers to the questions you asked. So actually, you are just analyzing HOW he thought. The whole concept was based on the fact that areas in our brain are specialized and that certain muscles are connected to these areas. It is similar to why left-handed people are more creative while those that are right-handed are more rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           We just finished making lab rats out of our dorm mates. I can attest that the technique really works. I’m sorry, I can’t tell anything more about it because I promised Jess that I would keep it a secret. But really, it is a good way to catch someone who is lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           This reminded me about the LifeSci film featuring facial expressions as windows to a person’s heart. It was a nice documentary. I could not believer you could actually tell what kind of relationships a person would most likely have just by looking at how he smiles at pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           And it kept me thinking too, about the guy who has a case of autism that makes him unable to recognize people emotions through facial expressions. He said he needed to study that. I wonder how he did it; because it to comes too naturally – at least for sensitive people – to recognize other people’s emotions that I could not magine ow someone could study that successfully. Jess said that is easy. I dare not contravene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           It suddenly crossed my mind that secrets agents study facial expressions, as mentioned from the film, because the knowledge is very useful with their type of work.  That is why they can know how a person feels even if the person himself is not aware of the feeling. Although it seems so hard, there is this biological connection that signals a person if that someone he is speaking to is lying. This connection might also be the reason why emotions are contagious. I don’t remember this emotional bridge being explained in the film; it wasn’t in the books either. Maybe it is still a mystery as of now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-5452588163025443978?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5452588163025443978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=5452588163025443978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/5452588163025443978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/5452588163025443978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/03/liar-you-lie.html' title='Liar you Lie'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-7243823015153553660</id><published>2007-03-04T02:58:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T04:25:19.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essays'/><title type='text'>Reflections for Life Sci</title><content type='html'>“Everything is energy…” That is what physics claim. If that is true then I will say that life is the most mystical, whimsical and beautiful kind of energy there is. That is why I love biology: it is the study of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         The three bio-ideas that fascinated me the most in the 2nd quarter are the concepts regarding beauty, recognizing people and the power of facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         In recognizing people, the brain is said to work in three major steps. First is perception. The brain constructs an image of the person he is trying to recognize through the data sent by his senses, particularly his eyes. Second is corresponding. The brain matches the image with a similar one contained in its database. This database is connected to another area that stores information (name, etc.) crucial to recognizing the person. The last – and not so obvious – step is the attaching of the emotional tag. Once the brain is able to match the face with that stored in memory, it sends out signals that make the person feel what he is supposed to feel for that person. Any failure in the process will lead to being unable to recognize the person, in denying the presence or in referring to the person as an impostor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I love learning about life and I love the way life is trying to teach a hardheaded kid like me.&lt;br /&gt;         During the second quarter, I realized that learning is a matter of interest and will. Interest is needed because it is really hard to learn about something you hardly care about. On the other hand, learning becomes so natural when the topic stirs your interest.&lt;br /&gt;         It is also a matter of will because to be able to learn, one must put his mind and heart into it. One must also put in a considerable amount of effort because without any effort, even the sweetest victory is useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         One must also aim perfection in his work. When I say perfection, it is not having the ideal work but for the work to reach its full potential. It is hard to reach it, but one must always aim high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Lastly, it is necessary to be willing to improve. Without this kind of will, it is almost impossible to learn, since learning involves a lot of failing and improving from these failures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-7243823015153553660?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7243823015153553660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=7243823015153553660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/7243823015153553660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/7243823015153553660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/03/reflections-for-life-sci.html' title='Reflections for Life Sci'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-6791183841555362568</id><published>2007-03-04T02:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T04:15:59.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Ngipin ni Buknoy</title><content type='html'>I had my first shot on making children story books last year when our social science teachers asked us to make, as a project, one for cancer-stricken children. The experience was a mix of fun and frustration. Why? Because as an avid writer, I aim perfection with everything I write. . I realized then that writing for children is more challenging than writing to a general audience because there are a lot of restrictions in terms of style and plot. Moreover, the illustrations weren’t good. I remember Ma’am Bawagan commenting that the drawings looked like they were made by the sick children themselves. And perhaps, I no longer think like a child anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           After learning that the 2nd quarter project was a story book, I felt both dread and excitement: excitement because I can’t wait to prove to myself that I have improved, and dread because I don’t want things to be turning upside down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Now, I am thankful. Firstly, I definitely made a better script and storyline (although the plot was not my type). Secondly, since I am with Shayne and Patrick, the illustrations were lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I am thankful because I got the chance to improve the way I write for children. However, I did not help much with the illustrations. I guess my inability to draw well is hopeless now. Oh well… that is life. One has to have both strengths and weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           In conclusion, the story book was an all-fun experience for me. I learned new ways to improve myself, and that made everything worthy to be cherished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-6791183841555362568?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6791183841555362568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=6791183841555362568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/6791183841555362568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/6791183841555362568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/03/ang-ngipin-ni-buknoy.html' title='Ang Ngipin ni Buknoy'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-2461823181580456956</id><published>2007-03-04T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T04:25:34.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essays'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yeah! I knew it… For once my pessimistic thoughts were right.&lt;/em&gt; That was my first reaction when the film that we watched one life science class announced that there is an objective basis for beauty. I never really believed in beauty being in the eye of the beholder, physical beauty at least. &lt;em&gt;Surely, there is a universal measure for beauty&lt;/em&gt;; I once thought. And why did I think that way? It is because I observed that all of us agree with who is beautiful and who is not. If there are disagreements, it happens usually when we are talking about average-looking people; or between those who are trying to rank gorgeous people, which is quite senseless because they are all beautiful anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the film had my mind getting conscious of how I look. It is not because I am dreaming to become a beauty queen or something, but I do believe the studies showing that beautiful people tend to become more successful. Maybe beauty can’t take you to the top, but it sure is a great asset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the film, I looked at the mirror and took a ruler. Then I started to ask myself questions based on what was presented in the film. “Is my face symmetric?” “Does it follow the 1 to phi ratio?” “Am I showing signs of good health?” I was not surprised to find the answers to be a resounding no. I asked the last question. “Is my face a mixture of adult and child proportions?” I laughed because I do. Then I laughed some more, because I realized that I was so childish to be measuring my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at the thought of beauty being as skin-deep as this. It dawned on me that real beauty does come from within. It may not be in the eyes of the beholder, but it is in the way a person thinks of himself or herself. I don’t think Paris Hilton is gorgeous; but in the way that she presents herself, you will really get attracted to her. It is the same with the beauty being a sign of health. Being healthy is not something you can acquire skin-deep. It is not even just in the physical aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled. Afterwards, I was feeling so good that I ate a full lunch. It has been a long time since I last did that… yum…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-2461823181580456956?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/2461823181580456956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=2461823181580456956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/2461823181580456956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/2461823181580456956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/03/yeah-i-knew-it-for-once-my-pessimistic.html' title='Beautiful Faces'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-6207280424402486365</id><published>2007-03-04T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T04:18:24.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does race exist ---&gt; essay for life sci</title><content type='html'>Does race exist?  I do believe so. I believe race is somewhat similar to the concept of strains in bacteria. Strains differentiate bacteria based on slight differences such as cell wall thickness, pathogenic tendencies and cilia formation. The concept of race is like that. It classifies us humans based on minimal differences such as skin-deep characteristics (facial characteristics, skin color, hair texture, etc.) and susceptibility to certain diseases. A more sociological approach would be that based on culture, behavioral mindset and attitudes based on territorial boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          However, I also believe that the concept of race is already fading. Races have been brought about by geographical isolation that led to genetic drift. But in this era where we live in a globally interacting community, I don’t think that genetic drift still run its course. Genes are being exchanged between races all around the world due to the improvement in technology. Thousands of people travel across the globe everyday. We meet people from all walks of life, from different countries, from different races. Geographical boundaries are no longer a feat. Isolation has been conquered; and without its most important factor, genetic drift will subside. We will be mixing our genes, mixing our races; and maybe someday, we will live in a world without boundaries and racial discrimination. Isn’t that a good fate for the human species?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-6207280424402486365?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6207280424402486365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=6207280424402486365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/6207280424402486365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/6207280424402486365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/03/does-race-exist-essay-for-life-sci.html' title='Does race exist ---&gt; essay for life sci'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-8177894852775257954</id><published>2007-02-25T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T04:18:48.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I7n0jvhh0Ro/ReGjtfSm_gI/AAAAAAAAAAY/IWhRZeOwucg/s1600-h/Kiss..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035485860265917954" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I7n0jvhh0Ro/ReGjtfSm_gI/AAAAAAAAAAY/IWhRZeOwucg/s320/Kiss..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;umm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bakit ko naisipang ipost ito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wala lang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kasi ang cute niya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapos natawa naman ako sa commercial ng close-up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;biruin mo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kissing kit ang tawag nila sa isang kahon na may lamang toothbrush at toothpaste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kissing kit daw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sana sinamahan na nila ng fake lips para puwedeng mag-praktis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hay naku... advertisements nga naman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-8177894852775257954?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8177894852775257954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=8177894852775257954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/8177894852775257954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/8177894852775257954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/02/kisses.html' title='Kisses!'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I7n0jvhh0Ro/ReGjtfSm_gI/AAAAAAAAAAY/IWhRZeOwucg/s72-c/Kiss..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-308284392374323321</id><published>2007-02-25T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T04:25:49.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essays'/><title type='text'>Pisay and public school education</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fewer and fewer students from public schools get to avail of the quality education that Philippine Science High School promises; why?&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, majority of the Filipinos do not know that a school such as Philippine Science High School, which provides quality science-oriented education for free plus additional living allowance&lt;a title="" style="" href="http://www2.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=29843746#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;, exist. And this majority I am referring to are those that belong to the low-income class. Ask a vendor in a wet market or a salesperson inside a mall, and you will see that Manila Science High School and Quezon City Science High School are more popular than Pisay. Or if they ever heard of Pisay, it’s not our prowess in the field of math and sciences that they are familiar with; it is the issue about Fabro’s poisoning. Talk about publicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if parents of public school lads haven’t heard of Pisay, don’t think that their kids know better. My regular commuting gave me enough experience to prove that only a few know about PSHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the usual flow of conversation that I had with those I met on my way home, who happened to become interested with the way I look (either with my glasses or my mustard yellow skirt):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: &lt;em&gt;Ang weird naman ng uniform mo.&lt;/em&gt; (Your uniform looks weird.)/ &lt;em&gt;Ang bata mo pa, nagsasalamin ka na.&lt;/em&gt; (You are too young to be wearing glasses.) &lt;em&gt;Saan ka nag-aaral?&lt;/em&gt; (Where do you study?)&lt;br /&gt;Jo: &lt;em&gt;Sa Philippine Science High School po.&lt;/em&gt; (At Philippine Science High School.)&lt;br /&gt;Someone: &lt;em&gt;Saan yun?(&lt;/em&gt;Where is that?)&lt;br /&gt;Jo: &lt;em&gt;Sa Agham po… sa Diliman.&lt;/em&gt; (In agham road, diliman.)&lt;br /&gt;Someone: &lt;em&gt;Ah! Yung sa likod ng SM North? Magandang school raw yun.&lt;/em&gt; (Ah! The one behind SM North? I heard that is a good school.)&lt;br /&gt;Jo: &lt;em&gt;Hindi po, iba po yun. Quezon City Science High School po yun. Sa Philippine Science po ako nag-aaral.&lt;/em&gt; (No, the one you are referring to is Quezon City Science High School. That is different. I study at Philippine Science High School.)&lt;br /&gt;Someone: &lt;em&gt;Oo nga. Pareho lang yun.&lt;/em&gt; (Those two are the same.)&lt;br /&gt;Jo: &lt;em&gt;Hindi po.&lt;/em&gt; (No, sir.)&lt;br /&gt;Someone: &lt;em&gt;Ito talaga binibiro mo ako. Baka yung tinutukoy mong iba yung Manila Science? E sa Maynila yun, di ba?&lt;/em&gt; (You are kidding me. Maybe you are talking about Manila Science. That is in Manila.)&lt;br /&gt;Jo: &lt;em&gt;Hindi ko po kayo binibiro… Philippine Science po yung school sa tabi ng pcmc/ ombudsman/ wildlife.&lt;/em&gt; (I am not joking. Philippine Science is the school beside PCMC/ the office of the ombudsman/ wildlife.)&lt;br /&gt;Someone: &lt;em&gt;May school ba doon? (&lt;/em&gt;Is there a school there?)/ &lt;em&gt;Saan yun?&lt;/em&gt; (Where is that?) / *Or, he falls silent because he didn’t understand what I said or he can’t imagine how a school can be constructed beside a zoo*&lt;br /&gt;Jo: *sighs and walks away frustrated*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, we are not getting in touch with the hundreds of gifted children out there staying in the deteriorating halls of public schools, when those are the children that need the Pisay education the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, the qualification exams tend to favor those who attended review centers, which, only kids from well-to-do families can afford; thus giving them the edge against public school kids. Which is quite saddening, because the kind of environment these well-to-do kids are exposed to already gives them the advantage versus public school lads. It is already a widely accepted fact that students from private schools have better facilities and have access to the resources needed to fully enrich one’s talents and capabilities, something most of our country’s public schools are deprived of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the media adds more to this! Before, informative shows such as Sineskwela and Math-tinik (which may seem cheap for you now, but really, these were a lot of help) were aired on mainstream television, thereby catering to a wide audience. But nowadays, informative shows can only be seen on cable TV. And hardly does public school children have access to the cable. Sad, really… I do think that the leading networks should begin educating our masses, as they used to when children-oriented shows, informative shows, documentaries and debates still occupied primetime slots on air. Moreover, they should stop feeding the public with crappy gag shows and telenovelas that always go overtime, thereby eating away precious airing time for shows that do matter for our brains and consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the lowering percentage of public school students getting into good high schools (like Philippine Science High School), and even universities (like UP), should alarm the Department of Education. That could mean that they are losing their competence in producing students that can stand the competition; and that their the quality of education that they give their public school students is getting outdated and deteriorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it should concern Pisay too, because the government is cutting our budget saying say we don’t need it anyway, since most people who study in pisay are rich and capable of sustaining themselves. Huh? Unreasonable, you may say, but that is how they think up there.&lt;br /&gt;But more than the budget, it should concern us the most because Philippine Science High School should be in service of the people; and when you say the people, that includes the majority. We should be reaching out to those who are being deprived of what they need: quality education. We should be helping them improve the kind of learning they receive. We should be the prime movers of competence in the country. We are the premier high school, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still wondering why the government keeps on slashing our budget? Or why they say that the investments on us are useless? Maybe, that is because we fail on doing something on our part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" style="" href="http://www2.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=29843746#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; Why did I talked about the living allowance? It is because money is essential for low-income families. Believe me, they can hardly afford the needs posted by a competitive environment such as Pisay. I am referring to the funds being collected, the cost of the materials needed for school projects and the cost of joining the activities conducted in Pisay. Even the prices in the cafeteria can be aggravate them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-308284392374323321?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/308284392374323321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=308284392374323321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/308284392374323321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/308284392374323321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/02/naisipan-ko-lang-naman-na-i-post-yung_25.html' title='Pisay and public school education'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-8333936319185845789</id><published>2007-02-25T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T04:29:54.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essays'/><title type='text'>The Values of Our Politicians</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a commentary to the articles written by Mr. Artemio V. Panganiban and Mr. Isagani A. Cruz for the February 25, 2007 issue of The Philippine Daily Inquirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convenient turncoatism; that is how our politicians switching sides is being referred to. One of the main issues in the coming May 10, 2007 elections is the changing of the political affiliations of most of the senatorial candidates. Mr. Cruz cited as examples were Edgardo Angara, Vicente Sotto III and Tessie Aquino-Oreta. The three were formerly associated with the opposition lead by Joseph Estrada, but are now running under the banner of Team Unity, the administration’s senatorial slate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this political disloyalty? Experts say that the line-up presented by the administration made them weak because of the presence of what the public calls balimbing.&lt;br /&gt;But do we really care? For years, the people have not really cared about the moral implications of who they are voting. I do believe that who we choose as leaders reflect the moral values we have in our country; because, those we place into position become our representatives. They become the icons with which other countries look at us. They are the images that carry our countries reputation. Therefore, they affect the prospects and economic ventures of our country. If it is so hard to trust our own politicians, how can you expect foreign investors to trust us even?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, the constant bickering between our political leaders and our tendency to carry every issue out into the streets scare away possible opportunities for economic expansion. We, the people and the leaders alike, disrespect the institutions in our country. Whenever nobody is keeping an eye on us, we tend to disobey our laws. Then whenever something bad happens we blame it on our laws and institutions; totally forgetting the fact that we also played a part in allowing that something bad to happen. The rampancy of graft and corruption cases in our country is a great clue. The high rate of road accidents, also serves the same. I will quote the words of Mr. Panganiban: “Our problem is the lack of visionary leaders who – by their own example – obey our laws, respect our institutions and place the public interest of the public above theirs.” Given that our leaders serve as icons, what do you think do other countries think of us, given that we lack leaders as such?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to leave out the issues regarding the inefficiency of our government due to the corruption and abuse of power done by everyone in position; it will never lead us unto anything, and aren’t we too tired to hear about it? Furthermore, do not make me talk about our political instability that hampers our economic growth, because we are immune to it already.&lt;br /&gt;We are a nation grown tired of watching. The common notion nowadays is to vote for the lesser evil. We look at the harms; we choose the one who can harm us the least. Can’t we look at the other side of this all? Can’t we vote for the better good? Can’t we choose the one who can provide and serve the country the most? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are a nation grown tired of caring. We focus only on our self-centered whim, which is good based on the principle of the invisible hand: “Let each pursue what is good for him alone and the common good shall follow.” However, aren’t we forgetting one thing? That as a nation we all should be moving forward together? Isn’t it that in our pursuit for personal fulfillment we tend to look down and step on others? That we leave others behind; or worse, we prevent them from pursuing their own happiness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-8333936319185845789?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8333936319185845789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=8333936319185845789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/8333936319185845789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/8333936319185845789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/02/naisipan-ko-lang-naman-na-i-post-yung.html' title='The Values of Our Politicians'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-3198260457533725641</id><published>2007-01-21T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T01:24:01.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MBBsoc</title><content type='html'>ang saya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hyper kami kahapon kasi nagheld ng contest ang MBBsoc ng UP diliman tapos grabeh yung adrenaline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanalo si Brr ng first place sa individual... tpos yung 2nd and 3rd taga-MaSci&lt;br /&gt;Si Eduard, si Kat Chan at ako naman yung nanalo sa team.&lt;br /&gt;yung 2nd and 3rd taga Caloocan Science... wow... dati hindi sila ganito ka-prominent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang nakakatawa pa kasi sa sobrang hyperness namin nag-aaway kami. feeling ko tuloy mas kinakabahan pa yung proctor namin eh... kasi nga hyper kami... hi kuya! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may cash price... kaya Ma'am Cheng ... kain tayo sa Monday... treat namin! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pa... ang ewan namin... namakyaw kasi kami ng mallow-blast! nakakahiya... yung mallow-blast kasi binibigay nila doon sa mga students na makakasagot ng trivia questions during breaks.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakahiya! bakit ba ang kapal na mukha ko? yuck! pero hindi ko talaga naisip na mahiya at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko tuloy noong NSTW sa dept. of agri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... sa sobrang hyper at kabado talaga namin noong contest... kumakanta pa kami ni Eduard. yung "I have peace like a river..." na may kasama pang hand-actions. OT grabeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey! Eduard! natupad na rin yung pangarap natin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-3198260457533725641?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3198260457533725641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=3198260457533725641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/3198260457533725641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/3198260457533725641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/01/mbbsoc.html' title='MBBsoc'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-1978939527488119790</id><published>2007-01-21T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T01:05:55.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LSS</title><content type='html'>Grabeh... na-LSS na ako sa song na ito. Go Eponine! Siya rin ang favorite ko sa Les Miserables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akala namin ni Shayne dati, sa Miss Saigon yung song kasi si Lea Salonga yung kumanta.&lt;br /&gt;yun pala. Gumananp na si Lea na Eponine. Hehehe. Amazing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On My Own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm all alone again,&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to turn, no one to go to.&lt;br /&gt;Without a home, without a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Without a face to say hello to.&lt;br /&gt;And now the night is near,&lt;br /&gt;Now I can make believe he's here.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I walk alone at night&lt;br /&gt;When everybody else is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I think of him, and then I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;With the company I'm keeping.&lt;br /&gt;The city goes to bed,&lt;br /&gt;And I can live inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my own,&lt;br /&gt;Pretending he's beside me.&lt;br /&gt;All alone,I walk with him till morning.&lt;br /&gt;Without him,I feel his arms around me,&lt;br /&gt;And when I lose my way I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And he has found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the rain,&lt;br /&gt;The pavement shines like silver.&lt;br /&gt;All the lights&lt;br /&gt;Are misty in the river.&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;The trees are full of starlight,&lt;br /&gt;And all I see is him and me for ever and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;It's only in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;And not to him.&lt;br /&gt;And although I know that he is blind,&lt;br /&gt;Still I say,&lt;br /&gt;There's a way for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him,&lt;br /&gt;But when the night is over,&lt;br /&gt;He is gone,&lt;br /&gt;The river's just a river.&lt;br /&gt;Without him,&lt;br /&gt;The world around me changes.&lt;br /&gt;The trees are bare and everywhere&lt;br /&gt;The streets are full of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him,&lt;br /&gt;But every day I'm learning,&lt;br /&gt;All my life,&lt;br /&gt;I've only been pretending!&lt;br /&gt;Without me,&lt;br /&gt;His world will go on turning,&lt;br /&gt;A world that's full of happiness&lt;br /&gt;That I have never known!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him...&lt;br /&gt;I love him...&lt;br /&gt;I love him...&lt;br /&gt;But only on my own...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-1978939527488119790?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1978939527488119790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=1978939527488119790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/1978939527488119790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/1978939527488119790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/01/lss.html' title='LSS'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-8646228866302748760</id><published>2007-01-14T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T00:13:06.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I7n0jvhh0Ro/Ranl2qpqanI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7cjphP9r83U/s1600-h/cutsie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019795987005860466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I7n0jvhh0Ro/Ranl2qpqanI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7cjphP9r83U/s320/cutsie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ang ganda!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sinend sa akin ng friend ko!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gusto ko lang ishare sa inyong lahat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ang ganda eh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la lang. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-8646228866302748760?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8646228866302748760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=8646228866302748760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/8646228866302748760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/8646228866302748760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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dami ng requirements...&lt;br /&gt;nagpapasalamat pa rin ako kasi maraming chocolate sa ref!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks anapat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at kahit papalpak pa ata kmi sa STR...&lt;br /&gt;okay lang kasi may awit pa rin na namumutawi sa labi ko!&lt;br /&gt;Love you Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-1253546968787807062?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1253546968787807062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=1253546968787807062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/1253546968787807062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/1253546968787807062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/01/masaya-ang-mabuhay.html' title='masaya ang mabuhay'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-1880969839445465463</id><published>2007-01-13T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:10:39.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sniff*</title><content type='html'>wah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ninakaw yung aso namin!!!&lt;br /&gt;langya naman...&lt;br /&gt;12 years old na yun eh...&lt;br /&gt;parang kuya ko na rin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah!!!&lt;br /&gt;di ako sanay nang walang aso sa bahay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagpi!!!&lt;br /&gt;where art thou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-1880969839445465463?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1880969839445465463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=1880969839445465463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/1880969839445465463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/1880969839445465463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2007/01/sniff.html' title='*sniff*'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-116712107911525706</id><published>2006-12-26T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T00:17:59.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas people!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's christmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i am not so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's because i spent this christmas selfishly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can say it has been my most selfish christmas ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all i ever thought about was to get everything that i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what about what everybody else wanted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what about what Jesus wanted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rather than spending Christmas with the people around me, i spent with myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*deeper sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i got everything that i want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i'm not happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-116712107911525706?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/116712107911525706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=116712107911525706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/116712107911525706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/116712107911525706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-people.html' title='merry christmas people!!!'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/116211533223656339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=116211533223656339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/116211533223656339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/116211533223656339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2006/10/cheezy-but-i-like-it.html' title='Cheezy... but I like it...'/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29843746.post-115053578195864056</id><published>2006-06-17T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T02:16:21.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my first post so it should be really nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, well I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find time to fix it so here's some personality test results as starters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite believe these stuffs but these are neat... quite close but not deadly accurate. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johanna, your true color is Brown!  You're brown, a credible, stable color that's reminiscent of fine wood, rich leather, and wistful melancholy. Most likely, you're a logical, practical person ruled more by your head than your heart. With your inquisitive mind and insatiable curiosity, you're probably a great problem solver. And you always gather all of the facts before coming to a timely, informed decision. Easily intrigued, you're constantly finding new ways to challenge your mind, whether it's by reading the newspaper, playing a trivia game, or composing a piece of music. Brown is an impartial, neutral color, which means you tend to see the difference between fact and opinion easily and are open to many points of view. Trustworthy and steady, you really are a brown at heart.&lt;br /&gt;Johanna, you're a Monkey! Don't go bananas — in your former life you were a tiny monkey named Oompa. Here's what we know about you: Adorably sweet demeanor and sharp as a tack, you found success working with a street performer named Juan, who worshipped you and treated you like his own child. He bought you a gold satin jumpsuit with royal blue ruffles, a matching top hat, and a sequined bag for donations. He would play your favorite disco tunes on his accordion, prompting you to dance around and flirt with the crowd while you collected spare change and picked pockets. Everybody loved you. And you loved everybody. You and Juan took your gig around the country and raked in the riches. You were one happy little monkey.&lt;br /&gt;Johanna, you're a Loony Middle Low! It only happens once in a blue moon, but when you cut loose, you really cut loose. We wouldn't call you loony, but you might qualify for loon-ish. Because while you've been known to have your moments of insanity, you're usually the model of decorum. That's why people are so tickled when you do occasionally do and say off-the-wall, goofy things. But you usually tend to keep your emotions and behavior strictly in check — making sure the scales are firmly tipped toward "sanity" is something you take pride in. That said, it wouldn't hurt to indulge your loony side a little more often. Being dependable and reliable is one thing; being predictable is something else entirely. So leave work early and go fly a kite. Hire a skywriter to inscribe your squeeze's name in midair. Go skinny dipping in January. Make a point of leaving room for spontaneity and craziness in your life — trust us, it's lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Johanna, your lucky charm is a Four-leaf Clover! Even if you're not from the green isles, you just might share in some of that luck o' the Irish. The four-leaf clover is your lucky charm.&lt;br /&gt;Druids used four leaf clovers to see evil spirits and friendly fairies. If you start seeing magical things however, we recommend laying off the clovers for a while. In fact, you don't even need to possess the actual clover. A necklace, pendant, key chain or tattoo promises the same good fortune of the ancients.&lt;br /&gt;Take note brides and grooms—the mere dream of a four-leaf clover foretells of a successful marriage. Actually finding one might mean quadruplets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisest is she who knows she does not know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29843746-115053578195864056?l=meltedtsoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/feeds/115053578195864056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29843746&amp;postID=115053578195864056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/115053578195864056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29843746/posts/default/115053578195864056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltedtsoko.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-my-first-post-so-it-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo Munar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://jo_munar.blogs.friendster.com/photos/profile_pix/new_hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
