<?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-20573006</id><updated>2012-02-03T20:25:05.459-05:00</updated><category term='Steve Irwin Memorial Service'/><title type='text'>Unplayed Melody</title><subtitle type='html'>There's a method to my madness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>490</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-5180258875812989050</id><published>2012-01-21T02:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T08:06:31.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Right around midnight</title><summary type='text'>There's something about a midnight snowfall that keeps me awake. I love the night sky's orange glow, the scent of fresh snow, and the eerie calm that it brings. Then there is the snow, gradually covering the world in a white blanket.
I would lose sleep for this. 
It makes me want to sit out on the back patio and just soak in the sight, sound, and scents; the newness that snow brings. I doubt </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=5180258875812989050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5180258875812989050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5180258875812989050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2012/01/right-around-midnight.html' title='Right around midnight'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zX5parRUj5Y/Txps2MH9dRI/AAAAAAAAEQM/rkLvw4tQwxo/s72-c/IMG_20120121_022034.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-30867359195480127</id><published>2012-01-15T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T00:32:00.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pautwas</title><summary type='text'>Done, but not quite. And I can't get myself to finish writing papers/reports/observation notes. Case in point, wasting time checking out some random book/story that I'm obsessing over instead of writing...or getting my lit review done. I am getting mixed advice - one says stay, another says go. It does reflect their temperament and general outlook on life, but it can be frustrating as I still </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=30867359195480127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/30867359195480127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/30867359195480127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2012/01/pautwas.html' title='pautwas'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-1084441691443012059</id><published>2011-12-01T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:56:01.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled.</title><summary type='text'>I'm exhausted. I can't think anymore. I don't have the drive to plow through these journal articles, to prep for my exam next week. I have way too many deadlines, and I am cracking.

I miss my crutch, because he was the only one who could handle my meltdowns. But, it was always selfish of me to rely on him when I couldn't give him what he wanted. One sided is not fair. And so I've cut ties off </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=1084441691443012059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1084441691443012059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1084441691443012059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/12/untitled.html' title='untitled.'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-7513786171268623346</id><published>2011-11-23T15:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T15:05:20.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>masungit</title><summary type='text'>I'm utterly frustrated. The sooner I finish this data summary, the sooner I can get home. 
I hate that I'm so complacent.
The monk is getting on my nerves (when doesn't he?). It's like a one upmanship of who has the busier sched, demanding academic load, or crap pay (we're both in the academe). I kid, but not really. Keeping in touch with me shouldn't be an extra task and our convos seem to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=7513786171268623346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/7513786171268623346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/7513786171268623346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/11/masungit.html' title='masungit'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-1567752484175597457</id><published>2011-11-05T13:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T13:57:03.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Foot fetish</title><summary type='text'>For some reason my neighbour's cat was particularly enamoured by stockinged feet. She kept rubbing and rolling around on my them I had boots on the whole day so I'm sure my feet had a certain odor to it. That attracts cats?
She followed me around and would start curling up on my feet as soon as I stood still.
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When you have eaten and are satisfied, praise the LORD your God for the good land he has given you. [11]   Be careful that you do not forget the LORD your God, failing to observe  his commands, his laws and his decrees that I am giving you this day.  [12]  Otherwise, when you eat and are satisfied, when you build fine houses and settle down, [13]  and when your herds and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=5151863573289338530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5151863573289338530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5151863573289338530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/10/remembering-gods-goodness.html' title='Remembering God&apos;s goodness'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-3683072317496512219</id><published>2011-10-16T01:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T01:35:14.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosie the Riveter</title><summary type='text'>I should have finished off my presentation draft, but instead I woke up very late, cleaned the stove, fixed the leaky toilet, ran the dishwasher, did 3 loads of laundry, went to a birthday party, then vegged out on the couch. I should quit the academe and just become a house wife. But then, I'd be terribly dissatisfied, wish I never left the academe and blame my spouse for not pushing me to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=3683072317496512219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/3683072317496512219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/3683072317496512219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/10/rosie-riveter.html' title='Rosie the Riveter'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-5178879836840216752</id><published>2011-10-15T14:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T19:40:44.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Drives Me?</title><summary type='text'>My life currently revolves around 3 things: Work, Church and Bible Study/Fellowship Group, and Grad School.

Work is fine. I can't complain because I have a wonderful boss (who supports my growth, something all bosses should take do when managing staff), great work environment, and happy coworkers. Work also pays for Grad school.
Grad school is busy, but not as busy as I expected. I have an exam </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=5178879836840216752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5178879836840216752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5178879836840216752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-drives-me.html' title='What Drives Me?'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-1300321041649570725</id><published>2011-08-20T15:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T15:16:22.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road</title><summary type='text'>Bethlehem, PA
</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=1300321041649570725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1300321041649570725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1300321041649570725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-road.html' title='On the road'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-j2RZXJdP0Lo/TlAH_dnbAqI/AAAAAAAAEBs/5M3BBVaoXFM/s72-c/IMG_20110802_072722.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-7212333337516642564</id><published>2011-08-20T15:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T15:15:21.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grounded.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=7212333337516642564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/7212333337516642564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/7212333337516642564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/08/grounded.html' title='Grounded.'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-j_Zw0JfIamI/TlAHyAoyv0I/AAAAAAAAEBo/let_Orih91M/s72-c/IMG_20110819_131040.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-6474691601228233131</id><published>2011-08-20T15:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T15:14:37.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Humpty dumpty sat on a wall...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=6474691601228233131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/6474691601228233131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/6474691601228233131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/08/humpty-dumpty-sat-on-wall.html' title='Humpty dumpty sat on a wall...'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ScXychsqlNM/TlAHmwDzf_I/AAAAAAAAEBk/War5A3Rryzo/s72-c/IMG_20110820_103149-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-2543188833760390239</id><published>2011-08-12T15:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T15:30:05.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway train, never going back. Wrong way on a one-way track.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=2543188833760390239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2543188833760390239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2543188833760390239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/08/runaway-train-never-going-back-wrong.html' title='Runaway train, never going back. Wrong way on a one-way track.'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LJUvOAJlqWc/TkV_N5vJvRI/AAAAAAAAEBI/MvCf6iP0uC4/s72-c/IMG_20110801_200538.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-2848748883718580763</id><published>2011-08-12T15:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T15:25:09.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro McDonalds, or Historic hotel lobby?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=2848748883718580763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2848748883718580763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2848748883718580763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/08/retro-mcdonalds-or-historic-hotel-lobby.html' title='Retro McDonalds, or Historic hotel lobby?'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-mVXaHRQqgvU/TkV-EViK7kI/AAAAAAAAEBA/8j8ZvXvV7ew/s72-c/IMG_20110801_213819.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-8285084093473725924</id><published>2011-08-12T15:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T15:22:36.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, I'm sorry, am I in the way?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=8285084093473725924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8285084093473725924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8285084093473725924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-i-sorry-am-i-in-way.html' title='Oh, I&amp;#39;m sorry, am I in the way?'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-kgTIZtR4RQE/TkV9e0DwzmI/AAAAAAAAEA8/-gXZCv8dAUc/s72-c/IMG_20110805_224137.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-4046215804617937676</id><published>2011-08-12T15:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T15:21:33.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Biker dudette, is not wearing her helmet.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=4046215804617937676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/4046215804617937676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/4046215804617937676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/08/biker-dudette-is-not-wearing-her-helmet.html' title='Biker dudette, is not wearing her helmet.'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-F1nnfzKjJYs/TkV9OpyqRkI/AAAAAAAAEA4/f3O1IY2h3OY/s72-c/IMG_20110812_084204.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-6656882242266461329</id><published>2011-07-30T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T13:32:21.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happened</title><summary type='text'>The line, "...I am a gentleman..." is what got me hooked on this song by Airborne Toxic Event. This song particularly resonates with me.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=6656882242266461329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/6656882242266461329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/6656882242266461329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-what-happened.html' title='This is what happened'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-767674068596530008</id><published>2011-07-29T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T20:35:12.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dry</title><summary type='text'>I spent months trying to force myself to write a paper on teacher retention in charter schools participating in a pay for performance program, only to fail to finish it in time to submit to a conference I wanted to attend. I don't like dwelling on it, but I know I procrastinated too long because I did not like the topic, and I couldn't weave a sensible yet interesting story out of my data. That's</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=767674068596530008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/767674068596530008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/767674068596530008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/07/dry.html' title='dry'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-5444235228826033410</id><published>2011-07-23T18:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T18:45:38.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so negative?</title><summary type='text'>I didn't make the conference proposal deadline. I'm on the verge of coming down with bronchitis, or at least it feels like bronchitis. I have a full day tomorrow, and a dinner for 40ish people to prep for on Wednesday. I still have some groceries to get for Wednesday and right now I just want to sleep.
Weee, let's throw ourselves a pity party. Oh, yeah!
</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=5444235228826033410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5444235228826033410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5444235228826033410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-so-negative.html' title='Why so negative?'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-1346899486027188805</id><published>2011-07-07T17:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:09:19.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roids</title><summary type='text'>I went to see my asthma specialist for a follow up appointment. While my pulmo challenge (I.e. breathing test) was consistent, I was wheezing while I was there. Given that it is summer, and I had been having more difficulty breathing due to the humidity and cut grass, he decided to switch me to a maintenance drug that has a higher concentration of steriods. Not wanting to get on prednisone (which</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=1346899486027188805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1346899486027188805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1346899486027188805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/07/roids.html' title='Roids'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-_Vz3HkuNubM/ThYgfdzDHMI/AAAAAAAAD6w/aidPQvYk55Q/s72-c/IMG_20110707_125350.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-2140378205718549065</id><published>2011-06-11T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T14:22:36.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap: 30 Things to do Before 30</title><summary type='text'>A few friends of mine were talking about a bucket list - 30 things to do before turning 30. We all agreed that this would be a good way to work towards a concrete goal over the course of time. While listening to my friends continue on about this, I remembered that I actually had written one a few years ago.

It took some [electronic] digging, but I eventually found my list and realized that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=2140378205718549065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2140378205718549065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2140378205718549065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/06/recap-30-things-to-do-before-30.html' title='Recap: 30 Things to do Before 30'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-7967648103516607332</id><published>2011-06-08T11:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T11:20:59.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RH Bill</title><summary type='text'>If abortion is illegal in the Philippines, what exactly do the authors of the RH Bill mean by this: "legal and medically safe reproductive health procedures on any person of legal age..." I still don't know where I stand on this matter. I see the need for birth control among the poor, however, is overpopulation really the problem, or are we just trying to address the symptoms of a greater problem</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=7967648103516607332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/7967648103516607332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/7967648103516607332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/06/rh-bill.html' title='RH Bill'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-4732766742538998522</id><published>2011-05-23T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T22:48:00.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><summary type='text'>I find that I have a lot of words I wish to write, but no way of unloading it. Either I spend too much time editing myself, or I don't know what it is I wish to say.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=4732766742538998522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/4732766742538998522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/4732766742538998522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/05/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-7211806722610726882</id><published>2011-05-18T00:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T00:24:23.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>academic fatigue</title><summary type='text'>I have a paper that's almost a week late. I'm tired of trying to make sense of my data. I find that I'm all talk but no action, which frustrates me. 
And I should be resting, but instead I'm loading apps on to my phone. 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=7211806722610726882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/7211806722610726882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/7211806722610726882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/05/academic-fatigue.html' title='academic fatigue'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-8058878086401534617</id><published>2011-04-29T13:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T13:46:05.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>Yup, still dislike my birthday.But I do appreciate those who extended their greetings and well wishes. :) </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=8058878086401534617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8058878086401534617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8058878086401534617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-2558345495225989693</id><published>2011-04-18T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T00:17:53.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishlist</title><summary type='text'>The early birthday greeting award goes to my parents (no surprise) who mailed me a birthday card 2 weeks early. I don't expect any presents from them because they've already spent enough on me, however, if I could shamelessly ask them for more money or gifts, I might ask them for any of the following:


Tiffany charm bracelet. I don't wear a lot of jewelry, but when I do, It's the same heart or </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=2558345495225989693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2558345495225989693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2558345495225989693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/04/birthday-wishlist.html' title='Birthday Wishlist'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-7526959320988167443</id><published>2011-03-30T14:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T14:31:20.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Over Thinking</title><summary type='text'>I was going to write out my timeframe for grad school: my desire to finish my M.Ed program by December 2011, wanting to get into my Clinical Psychology Ph.D program by Fall 2012, and dedicating 5-7 years of my life towards that degree. But, again, it's not about my timeframe or my goals, but rather, living for Christ. That is, waiting upon him and discerning his will.  There's a level of </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=7526959320988167443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/7526959320988167443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/7526959320988167443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/03/over-thinking.html' title='Over Thinking'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-9076226656994983400</id><published>2011-03-21T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:46:35.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination is the name of the game</title><summary type='text'>Five years ago I graduated from college and gleefully left behind the world of research and statistics, or so I thought. Now, I find myself spending an entire weekend trying to make sense of a research study, tables of data, and my attempts at running multiple tests. /end rant.

Working full-time and studying part-time is hard. I have been blessed to be able to balance both: when schoolwork is </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=9076226656994983400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/9076226656994983400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/9076226656994983400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/03/procrastination-is-name-of-game.html' title='procrastination is the name of the game'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-5087066812184767854</id><published>2011-02-13T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T17:07:43.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><summary type='text'>1. Half-way through my M.Ed program and hoping to get into a Clinical Psy Ph.D program by Fall 2012. This means submitting my applications this year. I need to take the GRE Psy Subject test. 
2. Spent Christmas and New Year's back home. I didn't realize how much I needed to be with family and friends. Miss Independent still needs to be taken cared of once in a while.
3. My parents have shown me </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=5087066812184767854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5087066812184767854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5087066812184767854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-3615334702280844684</id><published>2010-11-10T13:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T13:48:12.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><summary type='text'>I am happiest when I am working with children. They may try my patience, I may be ill equipped to handle their needs, but their hugs and smiles make up for all these. The sense of appreciation their parents share is worth all the struggles of keeping them engaged, or trying to relate with them.  Maybe I'm just tired of the academe, or of dealing with numbers or figures, or research, or maybe I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=3615334702280844684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/3615334702280844684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/3615334702280844684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2010/11/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-8839017361800057387</id><published>2010-10-27T22:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T22:27:42.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skills, you need them</title><summary type='text'>Guy 1 is struggling to carry a crate of water and an 8 roll pack of paper towels, while guy 2 is holding to three heavy bags of groceries in each hand. Guy 1 exclaims to guy 2, "How do ladies do these?!"I couldn't help but chuckle as I walked past them. A few seconds later I hear the pack of paper towels fall to the ground. Hint: Tuck it under your chin while resting it top of the water bottles. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=8839017361800057387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8839017361800057387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8839017361800057387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2010/10/skills-you-need-them.html' title='Skills, you need them'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-6773562240346283383</id><published>2010-10-07T20:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:11:49.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Language, language!</title><summary type='text'>(xxx)-xxx-xxxx: Call meMe: Who's this?(xxx)-xxx-xxxx: KarenMe: What's this in relation to?(xxx)-xxx-xxxx: My fist up your a**. Call me xxx-xxx-xxxxMe: Sorry, I don't know anyone this uncouth. You probably have the wrong number.   (xxx)-xxx-xxxx: Sorry, I though you were my best friend. I must have wrote her number down wrong. Sorry again.Moral of the story: 1. Don't use vulgar language, even if </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=6773562240346283383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/6773562240346283383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/6773562240346283383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2010/10/language-language.html' title='Language, language!'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-4927953994590857570</id><published>2010-09-19T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T19:01:18.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest</title><summary type='text'>I was going to begin this blog post by defining "rest" and went over to Google to find its definition. I ended up with links to everything but a dictionary meaning of rest. Good job Google for telling me what Representational State Transfer is, giving me local businesses in my area that pertain to "rest", and for finding rest[aurants] in my area. None of the above was what I needed, and you </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=4927953994590857570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/4927953994590857570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/4927953994590857570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2010/09/rest.html' title='Rest'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-6339067944832952418</id><published>2010-09-12T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T20:35:52.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New toy</title><summary type='text'>

Got a myself a cordless screwdriver. And look, it lights up too!
</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=6339067944832952418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/6339067944832952418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/6339067944832952418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-toy.html' title='New toy'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_743G9CiI6xo/TI1fD3uZ08I/AAAAAAAADjQ/T5x0lTbdXd8/s72-c/life+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-5338087271440529805</id><published>2010-06-26T23:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:39:23.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God is good</title><summary type='text'>I am gradschool bound. Come Fall 2010 I will be a part time Master of Education student in Educational Psychology. I currently work for a university, so they will pay for my education. I do intend to pursue my Ph.D, hopefully in Clinical Psychology.I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=5338087271440529805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5338087271440529805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5338087271440529805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2010/06/god-is-good.html' title='God is good'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-2067094886705686152</id><published>2010-06-07T12:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:19:54.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thorn in the flesh</title><summary type='text'>I am a miserable person whenever my allergies and asthma flare up. It is easy to tell how I feel based on how puffy my eyes are. If the weather's okay, they are bright and clear, if my allergies are flaring up, they get very puffy and I tend to look really haggard. I will whine a lot when I am congested, and I know this isn't a testament to being filled with the joy of the Lord. I may be </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=2067094886705686152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2067094886705686152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2067094886705686152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2010/06/thorn-in-flesh.html' title='Thorn in the flesh'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-7950810462998411300</id><published>2010-04-29T16:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T16:49:40.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I'll be on-site tomorrow.</title><summary type='text'>Me: Do you think it'll look suspicious if I say I'll work from home tomorrow?D: Well, I don't know. Seeing as it's Friday, your supervisor and the center's director are out, and it's your birthday today...  Note: I have a lunch appointment tom, not to mention my gazillion quali files to code.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=7950810462998411300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/7950810462998411300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/7950810462998411300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-guess-ill-be-on-site-tomorrow.html' title='I guess I&apos;ll be on-site tomorrow.'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-3323131641296749717</id><published>2010-04-19T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T16:16:01.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mvp</title><summary type='text'>I'll still do the triathlon even if I'm told I shouldn't. I'm hoping that it's nothing, just another symptom.Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or  drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more  important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 26Look at the birds of the air;  they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=3323131641296749717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/3323131641296749717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/3323131641296749717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2010/04/mvp.html' title='mvp'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-1478496092407847528</id><published>2010-04-12T17:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T17:38:26.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not in charge, God is</title><summary type='text'>I'm not in charge, God is.8:30 meeting. Had to leave the house by 7:30, wanted to leave at 7 to allow for traffic and parking.Left at 7:30 after spending over 30 mins on the phone with my parents. (Long story). Halfway there, I realized I wasn't sure where I needed to be thus requiring a side trip to my office. It's on the way to the school in question so I had time.Made the mistake of going down</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=1478496092407847528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1478496092407847528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1478496092407847528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-not-in-charge-god-is.html' title='I&apos;m not in charge, God is'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-6916275511616054533</id><published>2010-03-30T00:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:05:19.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who follows you</title><summary type='text'>I tweeted my success at finding a good banana cake recipe and guess who ends up following me... </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=6916275511616054533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/6916275511616054533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/6916275511616054533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-follows-you.html' title='Who follows you'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_743G9CiI6xo/S7F4gJV1UhI/AAAAAAAACJ8/CaopbU0-JLg/s72-c/Fullscreen+capture+3292010+115834+PM-719915.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-2334215892951748939</id><published>2010-02-12T09:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:45:26.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We got hit by 2 snowstorms in the span of 6 days. I honestly think it wasn't that bad-but seeing as my city isn't used to more than an inch of snow, everything shut down.The first round happened over a weekend so it wasn't as disruptive.We got about 24inI did some shoveling and measured the snow midway through the storm.The second round occurred mid-weekThis tree was starting to get really loaded</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=2334215892951748939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2334215892951748939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2334215892951748939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-got-hit-by-2-snowstorms-in-span-of-6.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_743G9CiI6xo/S3VkynvWN4I/AAAAAAAAB28/YQJzI1qVnmg/s72-c/Feb+2010+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-4714415981138312910</id><published>2010-01-31T09:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T09:41:46.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you love</title><summary type='text'>Goodbye, no use leading with our chins This is where our story endsNever lovers, ever friendsGoodbye, let our hearts call it a day But before you walk awayI sincerely want to sayI wish you bluebirds in the spring To give your heart a song to singAnd then a kiss, but more than thisI wish you love And in July a lemonadeTo cool you in some leafy gladeI wish you health But more than wealthI wish you </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=4714415981138312910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/4714415981138312910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/4714415981138312910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wish-you-love.html' title='I wish you love'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-8763432216201796140</id><published>2010-01-25T22:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:30:34.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipino Dancing Inmates</title><summary type='text'>While the prison warden's efforts at rehabilitating the inmates are laudable, my question is: who gets to participate? Is this (opportunity to participate in dance) a privilege they must earn, or a form of mandated exercise? Have they really seen inmates benefit from this (e.g. less acts of aggression if this was a problem)? And, what happens when they are reintegrated into society?I won't touch </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=8763432216201796140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8763432216201796140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8763432216201796140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2010/01/filipino-dancing-inmates.html' title='Filipino Dancing Inmates'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-9053746427667296720</id><published>2010-01-20T22:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:01:59.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S.A.D.</title><summary type='text'>I have a small circle of friends whom I trust. But because there aren't that many, I feel like they aren't always there when I need them.It's that time of the year when I get depressed and melancholic.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=9053746427667296720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/9053746427667296720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/9053746427667296720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2010/01/sad.html' title='S.A.D.'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-6906543055899939549</id><published>2010-01-01T15:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:45:04.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><summary type='text'>I'd like to be more diligent and focused in all that I do.Be wise with my money: tithing more and reducing unnecessary spending.Work on being less introverted and shy.Improve my eating habits and resume my daily runs.And most importantly, improve my relationship with God, and allow my life to be a reflection of his love and mercy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=6906543055899939549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/6906543055899939549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/6906543055899939549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-8608547858488246311</id><published>2009-12-28T18:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:51:55.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to run</title><summary type='text'>Embarcadero, San DiegoRocky Steps/Philly Museum of Arts (98 steps)San Diego Convention Centre (75 steps)Calvin College, MICoronado Island, CASan Diego Convention Centre (48 Steps)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=8608547858488246311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8608547858488246311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8608547858488246311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-like-to-run.html' title='I like to run'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_743G9CiI6xo/SzlDJXKh0vI/AAAAAAAABrU/F4qQbjucC1k/s72-c/DSC00066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-8957573130930419746</id><published>2009-12-22T09:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:29:35.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe... unless the computer blows up!</title><summary type='text'>I couldn't help but laugh at this fb post from a friend, and his mom's responseJ -  Has a gash on his forehead along with a lump. Almost 2 stitches, but they used glue instead. Merry Christmas to me. haaaaay naku....buti you did not break the glass door...pls be carefulat least i dont have to worry about [your brother] bec he is just in front of the computer 24/7unless the computer blows up   </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=8957573130930419746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8957573130930419746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8957573130930419746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/12/safe-unless-computer-blows-up.html' title='Safe... unless the computer blows up!'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-3010476851928597927</id><published>2009-12-16T13:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:47:33.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo error msg</title><summary type='text'>                      There was a temporary problem accessing your address book. Please try again in 10 minutes. If you continue to see this problem, please notify customer support. Thank you.                              Hubo un problema temporal accediendo a tu libreta de contactos. Por favor, intenta de nuevo en 10 minutos. Si sigues viendo el mismo problema, ponte en contacto con nuestro </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=3010476851928597927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/3010476851928597927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/3010476851928597927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/12/yahoo-error-msg.html' title='Yahoo error msg'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-1067025991131687019</id><published>2009-11-24T17:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:32:05.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feedback</title><summary type='text'>I was waiting for my cousin to pick me up from the airport when I was approached by what I presumed was an airport staff. He asked if would be willing to participate in a survey regarding my experience at the airport. Upon agreeing, he whipped out his iPhone and started off with the cursory demographics, followed by questions on ease of navigation through the terminal, baggage wait, and overall </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=1067025991131687019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1067025991131687019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1067025991131687019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/11/feedback.html' title='Feedback'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-1815470361528660184</id><published>2009-11-24T09:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:19:53.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><summary type='text'>Oh Philippines, how I weep for you... </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=1815470361528660184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1815470361528660184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1815470361528660184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/11/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-7498237549853443106</id><published>2009-11-16T22:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:25:44.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pity Party</title><summary type='text'>I'm still feeling under the weather and in spite of the weekend I spent in Canada, I'm feeling rather morose and down spirited. I left the office at 8:45 pm, and will need to be there by 7am to print out feedback forms for an observation I'm attending tomorrow. My coworker didn't email it to me early enough. The heat isn't working again and I just got the furnace guy to fix it a few weeks back. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=7498237549853443106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/7498237549853443106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/7498237549853443106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/11/pity-party.html' title='Pity Party'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-1718918643601295946</id><published>2009-10-30T13:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:44:23.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to sing "Hey Jude"</title><summary type='text'>Reminiscent of the "Total Eclipse of the Heart" How to. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=1718918643601295946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1718918643601295946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1718918643601295946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-to-sing-hey-jude.html' title='How to sing &quot;Hey Jude&quot;'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_743G9CiI6xo/Susl9_Bt4lI/AAAAAAAABeI/Jvd7R_eaD18/s72-c/Hey+Jude-763056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-8574952278854646004</id><published>2009-10-30T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:12:00.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallowing in Self-Pity</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I'm very miserable right now. I've been battling bronchitis all week and was finally able to get out of bed yesterday. Today, I was able to get up, strip my beddings and wash them. Had a big breakfast, did some chores, washed my hair, started getting tired, set myself up to work and now am too exhausted. I'm ready to collapse in bed but can't because my sheets are still in the washer (I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=8574952278854646004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8574952278854646004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8574952278854646004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/10/wallowing-in-self-pity.html' title='Wallowing in Self-Pity'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-5763392289107229710</id><published>2009-10-27T09:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:05:32.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today would have been a better day to stay home sick. My asthma is getting worse and the weather is soppy and abysmal.God give me the strength and energy to be productive! </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=5763392289107229710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5763392289107229710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5763392289107229710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-would-have-been-better-day-to.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-6259037700009742275</id><published>2009-10-22T22:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:49:26.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Acculturation &amp; Relationships</title><summary type='text'>Edit: Wrote this 2 days ago.I'm rather cranky and cantankerous right now. But 2 things on my mind:I. On Migration1. The ability to adapt to a new culture varies, however, it still takes time and effort to do so. It took me almost 3 years before I could say I was comfortable living here. What helped me adjust?  a) I've lived away from my parents for almost 8 years - the 1st time I was only 11. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=6259037700009742275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/6259037700009742275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/6259037700009742275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/10/acculturation-relationships.html' title='Acculturation &amp; Relationships'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-4431430938565102883</id><published>2009-09-24T02:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:30:46.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>help.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=4431430938565102883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/4431430938565102883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/4431430938565102883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/09/help.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-5990641790080857292</id><published>2009-09-21T13:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:35:32.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Philly Distance Run</title><summary type='text'>I didn't do so bad... I was hoping to finish in 2 hours, but came out at 2:17:02 (if I only sped up I could have gone under 2:17! oh well). Yes, I'm still up for it next year. And I do want to try for the Full Marathon. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=5990641790080857292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5990641790080857292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5990641790080857292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/09/philly-distance-run.html' title='Philly Distance Run'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-388830926008022261</id><published>2009-09-07T14:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:33:28.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney International Food Festival: Flags</title><summary type='text'>Neat!     Sent to you by Adele via Google Reader:     Sydney International Food Festival: Flags via I Believe in Advertising | Only selected advertising | Advertising Blog &amp; Community by Filippo on 9/7/09             Good Food Month has been a Sydney institution. This year it make the transition to The Sydney International Food Festival. The brief was to get people excited about the festival and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=388830926008022261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/388830926008022261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/388830926008022261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/09/sydney-international-food-festival.html' title='Sydney International Food Festival: Flags'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-956779827240941537</id><published>2009-08-27T09:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:07:49.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobbyist Launches Camera Into Space and Takes Amazing Pictures [DiY  Satellite]</title><summary type='text'>    Sent to you by Adele via Google Reader:     Hobbyist Launches Camera Into Space and Takes Amazing Pictures [DiY  Satellite] via io9 by Annalee Newitz on 8/26/09 John Gordon used a hobby kit to design a computer-controlled camera, then stuck it in a protective box and launched it into space (from Vulcan, Alberta) with a weather balloon. The pictures shot by his DiY satellite are breathtaking. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=956779827240941537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/956779827240941537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/956779827240941537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/08/hobbyist-launches-camera-into-space-and.html' title='Hobbyist Launches Camera Into Space and Takes Amazing Pictures [DiY  Satellite]'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-861136077993561248</id><published>2009-08-24T09:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:12:37.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8-bit trip, 1500 hours of moving legobricks and taking photos</title><summary type='text'>I was talking to someone who did stop motion artwork (what's the right term for this?) and then found this while going through my reading feed.     Sent to you by Adele via Google Reader:     8-bit trip, 1500 hours of moving legobricks and taking photos via MAKE Magazine by Phillip Torrone on 8/23/09  8-bit trip, 1500 hours of moving legobricks and taking photos... via waxy...         Read more |</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=861136077993561248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/861136077993561248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/861136077993561248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/08/8-bit-trip-1500-hours-of-moving.html' title='8-bit trip, 1500 hours of moving legobricks and taking photos'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-606609441630050445</id><published>2009-08-09T21:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:43:47.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimmer's Shoulder</title><summary type='text'>My right shoulder has been quite painful.I went for a longer run yesterday, and made the mistake of carrying a bottle of water with me in an effort to stay hydrated. Carrying the bottle while swinging my arms back and forth made for an uncomfortable run.I knew I was swimming harder than usual, and I had been carrying my laptop all week long so I thought that was the cause of my shoulder pain. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=606609441630050445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/606609441630050445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/606609441630050445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/08/swimmers-shoulder.html' title='Swimmer&apos;s Shoulder'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-740452808721710053</id><published>2009-08-05T00:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:49:05.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toy</title><summary type='text'>I finally got my new laptop. My old one died out on me. Thank you Cha for helping me pick one out.BTW, KT and Cha, I'm planning to visit Hawaii. You're welcome to join me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=740452808721710053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/740452808721710053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/740452808721710053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-toy.html' title='New Toy'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-3466092419054997037</id><published>2009-08-03T10:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:05:24.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=3466092419054997037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/3466092419054997037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/3466092419054997037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_743G9CiI6xo/Snbupbkj51I/AAAAAAAABcY/J3URj8qCFtE/s72-c/ABSCBN+FAIL2-724965.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-2094403557105745336</id><published>2009-07-31T14:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:51:03.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy!!!</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=2094403557105745336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2094403557105745336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2094403557105745336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/07/puppy.html' title='Puppy!!!'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_743G9CiI6xo/SnM9F2S26gI/AAAAAAAABcQ/xD0jvgpNVSA/s72-c/puppy-763927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-9215104037957856915</id><published>2009-07-28T13:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:37:39.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A dual-process model of the alcohol–behavior link for social drinking.</title><summary type='text'>Why, for the life of me, do I find this abstract a tad bit hilarious? I think I should stop reading the Onion, and go back to my (Psycho/academic) roots.     Sent to you by Adele via Google Reader:     A dual-process model of the alcohol–behavior link for social drinking. via Psychological Bulletin - Vol 135, Iss 4 by Moss, Antony C.; Albery, Ian P. on 7/8/09 A dual-process model of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=9215104037957856915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/9215104037957856915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/9215104037957856915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/07/dual-process-model-of-alcoholbehavior.html' title='A dual-process model of the alcohol–behavior link for social drinking.'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-8112498269970028319</id><published>2009-07-22T21:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:52:40.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CARTOON:  Grant Money Changes Everything</title><summary type='text'>    Sent to you by Adele via Google Reader:     CARTOON:  Grant Money Changes Everything via This Week In Education by Alexander Russo on 7/22/09  From the New Yorker.      Things you can do from here: Subscribe to This Week In Education using Google Reader Get started using Google Reader to easily keep up with all your favorite sites    </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=8112498269970028319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8112498269970028319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8112498269970028319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/07/cartoon-grant-money-changes-everything.html' title='CARTOON:  Grant Money Changes Everything'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-2511373727847126670</id><published>2009-07-22T09:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:18:25.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic: WELCOME TO RETAIL OBLIVION</title><summary type='text'>To all you cat lovers.     Sent to you by Adele via Google Reader:     Comic: WELCOME TO RETAIL OBLIVION via Penny Arcade  on 7/20/09 New Comic : WELCOME TO RETAIL OBLIVION      Things you can do from here: Subscribe to Penny Arcade using Google Reader Get started using Google Reader to easily keep up with all your favorite sites    </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=2511373727847126670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2511373727847126670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2511373727847126670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/07/comic-welcome-to-retail-oblivion.html' title='Comic: WELCOME TO RETAIL OBLIVION'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-6135480031603394525</id><published>2009-07-20T17:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:14:43.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can anyone relate?</title><summary type='text'>    Sent to you by Adele via Google Reader:     July 19, 2009 via Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal (updated daily)  on 7/18/09  It's 3:36AM, but by jeepers I have updated. This year's streak of updates ROLLS ON.      Things you can do from here: Subscribe to Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal (updated daily) using Google Reader Get started using Google Reader to easily keep up with all your </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=6135480031603394525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/6135480031603394525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/6135480031603394525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-anyone-relate.html' title='Can anyone relate?'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-531755557459250163</id><published>2009-07-19T21:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:39:42.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit, Luigi, I'm a Plumber, not a Fireman ... [Screen Grab]</title><summary type='text'>    Sent to you by Adele via Google Reader:     Dammit, Luigi, I'm a Plumber, not a Fireman ... [Screen Grab] via Kotaku by Owen Good on 7/18/09 As seen at NintendoCU. (Thanks, Anonymous Turkish Final Fantasy Fan/tipster)              Things you can do from here: Subscribe to Kotaku using Google Reader Get started using Google Reader to easily keep up with all your favorite sites    </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=531755557459250163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/531755557459250163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/531755557459250163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/07/dammit-luigi-im-plumber-not-fireman.html' title='Dammit, Luigi, I&apos;m a Plumber, not a Fireman ... [Screen Grab]'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-6644506100002430437</id><published>2009-07-14T09:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:17:39.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Falls Into Manhole While Texting, Parents Sue</title><summary type='text'>By Charlie SorrelIt's hard to decide who are the biggest morons in this story: parents or daughter. 15 year-old Alexa Longueira was walking along Victory Boulevard in Staten Island when she fell into an open manhole. Why didn't she see it? You're ahead of me here. She was too intent on tapping out a text message to notice the gaping gap in the sidewalk and just dropped straight on in. Idiotic, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=6644506100002430437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/6644506100002430437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/6644506100002430437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/07/girl-falls-into-manhole-while-texting.html' title='Girl Falls Into Manhole While Texting, Parents Sue'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-1278162538913138984</id><published>2009-07-13T18:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:14:32.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Things You Didn't Know About the Apollo 11 Moon Landing</title><summary type='text'>    Sent to you by Adele via Google Reader:     Ten Things You Didn't Know About the Apollo 11 Moon Landing via Popular Science by Craig Nelson on 7/13/09  This month marks the 40th anniversary of humankind's first steps on the moon. Auspiciously timed is Craig Nelson's new book, Rocket Men--one of the most detailed accounts of the period leading up to the first manned moon mission. Here, we have</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=1278162538913138984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1278162538913138984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1278162538913138984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/07/ten-things-you-didnt-know-about-apollo.html' title='Ten Things You Didn&apos;t Know About the Apollo 11 Moon Landing'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-3391754648783180246</id><published>2009-06-05T07:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:38:05.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have You Now on Flickr - Photo Sharing!</title><summary type='text'>    Sent to you by Adele via Google Reader:     I Have You Now on Flickr - Photo Sharing! via FFFFOUND! / EVERYONE by yasin on 6/3/09 via http://www.flickr.com/photos/balakov/3500989490/      Things you can do from here: Subscribe to FFFFOUND! / EVERYONE using Google Reader Get started using Google Reader to easily keep up with all your favorite sites    </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=3391754648783180246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/3391754648783180246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/3391754648783180246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-you-now-on-flickr-photo-sharing.html' title='I Have You Now on Flickr - Photo Sharing!'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-3591632987342628846</id><published>2009-05-30T20:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:02:52.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><summary type='text'>I've been busy, in a relaxed way. I'm in the thick of scheduling and conducting interviews for Project A, cleansing and summarizing quantitative data for Project B, while working on grad school applications. Fortunately for me, I'm done with class and the report deadlines are far apart enough to prevent me from being overwhelmed.Despite this, I've actually been able to spend more time with my </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=3591632987342628846&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/3591632987342628846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/3591632987342628846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/05/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-2222478833740341825</id><published>2009-05-25T16:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:50:12.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Detox</title><summary type='text'>I woke up late, ate late, and haven't finished doing my laundry yet. I did bake up those bean patties! It goes against my neurotic tendencies not to stick to a schedule... </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=2222478833740341825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2222478833740341825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2222478833740341825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/05/detox.html' title='Detox'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-1299996826608650754</id><published>2009-05-12T23:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:21:52.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhale</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=1299996826608650754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1299996826608650754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1299996826608650754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/05/exhale.html' title='Exhale'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-2853797511734869551</id><published>2009-04-30T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:55:31.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me c/o KT</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=2853797511734869551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2853797511734869551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2853797511734869551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-me-co-kt.html' title='Happy Birthday to me c/o KT'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_743G9CiI6xo/SfpWhLSTabI/AAAAAAAABX4/_DQvNb1VNjI/s72-c/DSC01273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-1667932723302081813</id><published>2009-04-28T11:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:01:14.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate celebrating my birthday because I don't think it's important to those important to me (and one of the most important people who did care isn't here anymore) I feel like no one really cares, and I don't know how to deal with the attention people give me, if any. So there.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=1667932723302081813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1667932723302081813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1667932723302081813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-celebrating-my-birthday-because.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-3329874405063751636</id><published>2009-04-21T13:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:14:44.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your running shoes are a lie</title><summary type='text'>I've boycotted Nike for years, and rarely spring more than $50 for a pair of running shoes (dress shoes are a different story). Glad to validate my belief that shoes are just shoes.     Sent to you by Adele via Google Reader:     Your running shoes are a lie via Hacker News  on 4/20/09 Comments      Things you can do from here: Subscribe to Hacker News using Google Reader Get started using Google</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=3329874405063751636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/3329874405063751636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/3329874405063751636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-running-shoes-are-lie.html' title='Your running shoes are a lie'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-2954611788977652530</id><published>2009-04-15T21:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:15:36.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Cool, Trees. NOT COOL AT ALL.</title><summary type='text'>     Sent to you by Adele via Google Reader:     Not Cool, Trees. NOT COOL AT ALL. via Portland Mercury: Blogtown, PDX by Erik Henriksen on 4/13/09  A five-centimeter fir tree has been found in the lung of a man who complained he had a strong pain in his chest and was coughing blood. The 28-year-old patient, Artyom Sidorkin, came to a hospital in the city of Izhevsk in Central Russia last week, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=2954611788977652530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2954611788977652530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2954611788977652530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-cool-trees-not-cool-at-all.html' title='Not Cool, Trees. NOT COOL AT ALL.'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-1006853024828446170</id><published>2009-04-08T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:14:00.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s Just Cool: Defendius Lock System</title><summary type='text'>This would work nice if you wanted to keep people inside the house. Or how about placing this on a room you'd want your kids to stay away from. The effort of solving the maze would deter them from trying to get in.     Sent to you by Adele via Google Reader:     It’s Just Cool: Defendius Lock System via Toolmonger: The Week In Tools by Sean O'Hara on 4/7/09  If I were any good with a cutting </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=1006853024828446170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1006853024828446170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1006853024828446170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-just-cool-defendius-lock-system.html' title='It’s Just Cool: Defendius Lock System'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-8301645594380093998</id><published>2009-04-08T09:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:08:46.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen Hawking Lego</title><summary type='text'>The things people come up with.     Sent to you by Adele via Google Reader:     stephen_hawking_lego-1.jpg (JPEG Image, 269x341 pixels) via FFFFOUND! / EVERYONE by diaf on 4/7/09 via http://reddit.com/?count=75&amp;after=t3_66vup      Things you can do from here: Subscribe to FFFFOUND! / EVERYONE using Google Reader Get started using Google Reader to easily keep up with all your favorite sites    </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=8301645594380093998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8301645594380093998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8301645594380093998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/04/stephen-hawking-lego.html' title='Stephen Hawking Lego'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-2222809914084414740</id><published>2009-04-07T22:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:53:53.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>avoidance of an aversive condition</title><summary type='text'>Receiving feedback in any form is such an aversive for me. And yet, 2 out of 3 times I've actually received positive feedback. (I am too tense to check my paper hence the 3rd feedback for the week is on hold).   And I'm doing everything to delay having to check my prof's feedback. And at the same time, paano kaya nya tatangaling ung takot ko?  I can't even think in Tagalog anymore. Huh. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=2222809914084414740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2222809914084414740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2222809914084414740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/04/avoidance-of-aversive-condition.html' title='avoidance of an aversive condition'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-1538712185539930184</id><published>2009-04-05T17:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:26:37.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I beat myself up every time I break my promise. Which only sets me up for self-defeating act. I want to break this sick cycle. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=1538712185539930184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1538712185539930184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1538712185539930184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-beat-myself-up-every-time-i-break-my.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-8364845919321168592</id><published>2009-03-23T23:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:34:46.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanna cry. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=8364845919321168592&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8364845919321168592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8364845919321168592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wanna-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-672848067832434028</id><published>2009-03-16T17:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:35:49.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><summary type='text'>I've always been in denial about my lactose intolerance. Now I find out that my love-hate relationship with dairy products stems from infancy.  Apparently I could never hold down milk, frequently regurgitated meals containing this ingredient.  Thus, how I managed to get through life loving and consuming large quantities of cheese, ice cream, and yogurt amazes me.My diet no longer contains </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=672848067832434028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/672848067832434028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/672848067832434028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/03/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-389055701380994240</id><published>2009-02-24T23:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:51:49.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Books c/o Ren</title><summary type='text'>Instructions:1) Look at the list and put an 'x' after those you have read.2) Add a '+' to the ones you LOVE.3) Star (*) those you plan on reading.4) Tally your total at the bottom.5) Tag any friends you think might be interested or might want to participate.1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen x2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien x+3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte x4 Harry Potter series - JK </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=389055701380994240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/389055701380994240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/389055701380994240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/02/books-co-ren.html' title='Books c/o Ren'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-3617740772019080888</id><published>2009-02-23T21:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:14:09.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the Irony</title><summary type='text'>This evening's House rerun was on House's getting on meth thus making him cheerful.  I just got put back on my maintenance puffer, had my anti-allergies upped, and got a new prescription.I went to see my Dr because I had run out of my asthma maintenance drug, and was feeling miserable despite taking my overpriced anti-allergies. I now got switched to another anti-allergy (that is FINALLY covered </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=3617740772019080888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/3617740772019080888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/3617740772019080888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-irony.html' title='Oh, the Irony'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-48728430473259049</id><published>2009-02-22T23:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:40:28.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumble, grumble</title><summary type='text'>My immune system has crashed again.  On the bright side, I'll actually be seeing my doctor when I'm sick, instead of seeing her AFTER I spend a miserable week battling whatever it is that I have.I'm starting to like my Pearl flip, but I don't want to pay that much for a phone that I got because it's aesthetically pleasing (and the only phone from my provider that I remotely liked) and not because</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=48728430473259049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/48728430473259049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/48728430473259049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/02/grumble-grumble.html' title='Grumble, grumble'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-5742637126730715498</id><published>2009-02-19T09:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:20:10.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FHM: Rorschach test</title><summary type='text'>Well guys, what did YOU see?     Sent to you by Adele via Google Reader:     FHM: Rorschach test via Ads of the World: Creative Advertising Archive &amp; Community - Your Daily Dose of Creativity from Around the World by ivan on 2/16/09 98 percent of all men don't see a frog here. FHM. Men are like that. Advertising Agency: Serviceplan, Munich, Germany Creative Director: Joachim Schöpfer Art </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=5742637126730715498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5742637126730715498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5742637126730715498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/02/fhm-rorschach-test.html' title='FHM: Rorschach test'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-1232231277529759198</id><published>2009-02-09T23:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:14:12.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a therapist</title><summary type='text'>I'm doing my brother a favour and it's a huge favour. I needed a simple answer - will he be able to send the docu off ASAP?I'm skipping lunch to run down to meet him so he can send it.I will leave the house an extra 30 minutes (making that 1 hr earlier than my usual schedule - I need to be on campus quite early to begin with) so I can get these things done.I need to know if I should take the car,</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=1232231277529759198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1232231277529759198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/1232231277529759198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-therapist.html' title='I need a therapist'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-850530194198731484</id><published>2009-02-02T08:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:51:37.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Design Fail: Melli Bank in Iran</title><summary type='text'>     Sent to you by Adele via Google Reader:     Design Fail: Melli Bank in Iran via The Full Feed from HuffingtonPost.com by The Huffington Post News Editors on 1/31/09 An ATM built by Melli, Iran's largest bank seems to have not been well thought out during the design phase of construction:    (h/t John Leo)                         Things you can do from here: Subscribe to The Full Feed from </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=850530194198731484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/850530194198731484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/850530194198731484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/02/design-fail-melli-bank-in-iran.html' title='Design Fail: Melli Bank in Iran'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-4815246120478339832</id><published>2009-01-27T22:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:35:22.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, maybe if you ran...</title><summary type='text'>Two slightly overweight girls are walking around the track. A couple of thinner girls run past them.Fat Girl: Skinny b*****s.I run past them.Fat Girl: She's a skinny b**** too! </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=4815246120478339832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/4815246120478339832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/4815246120478339832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-maybe-if-you-ran.html' title='Well, maybe if you ran...'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-2112818673557596566</id><published>2009-01-15T13:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:02:16.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got twitter.</title><summary type='text'>I have no idea why, or what to do with it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=2112818673557596566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2112818673557596566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2112818673557596566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-twitter.html' title='I got twitter.'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-2107906918699127015</id><published>2009-01-09T14:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:17:20.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><summary type='text'>Sobrang wala akong gana magtrabaho. Think multiple projects, lack of a self-imposed deadline, and a holiday hangover and you get the sense of apathy I posses.Hug me, I'm yours. Or better yet, drop me a note so I know you're thinking, and maybe commiserating with me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=2107906918699127015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2107906918699127015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/2107906918699127015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2009/01/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-8936376981523941983</id><published>2008-12-25T18:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:21:20.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're old when you...</title><summary type='text'>Join in on your older relatives' conversations and not feel contriving. (And your non existent love life) become the subject of your married cousins' gossip.  No longer receive presents. Find yourself giving cash to your younger relations. Feel ill after eating all those fatty foods and desserts. Find that you can no longer eat all those fatty foods and desserts without gaining 10 lbs.   Merry </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=8936376981523941983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8936376981523941983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8936376981523941983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-youre-old-when-you.html' title='You know you&apos;re old when you...'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-5021310657304459987</id><published>2008-12-21T20:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:48:54.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel so lethargic. I don't want to do anything other than curl up in a ball and hide away in the corner of my room next to my heating vents. Suddenly, I feel so sad and lonely.I fly to Canada on Tuesday. Asking for the day off is complicated by the fact that I have nothing to show for my paper. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=5021310657304459987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5021310657304459987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5021310657304459987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-so-lethargic.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-8855838758044658138</id><published>2008-12-18T21:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:09:03.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><summary type='text'>Too much work, too little time, and too distracted to focus on the task at hand. That summarizes how I feel. Some things are beyond my control, others, require my full attention of which I am unable to provide at this point.  I have no impetus to get my freakin' grad app done. I hate that I can't force others to do what needs to be done, especially when it concerns me and I'm asking them a favour</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=8855838758044658138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8855838758044658138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/8855838758044658138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2008/12/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-7627085108767130199</id><published>2008-12-18T14:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:35:07.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not only did I beat D's door decorations (thought he says they skipped his door), but I got the coffee maker as a door prize. Weeeee. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=7627085108767130199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/7627085108767130199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/7627085108767130199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-only-did-i-beat-d-door-decorations.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-5048205327907764430</id><published>2008-12-15T11:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:10:56.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Percolating thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I. Learning Theories, et. al.How do you customize programs, or lessons to adapt to the needs of adult learners? And how do you differentiate between an adult seeking to further enhance their knowledge, (an advanced degree perhaps), an adult learner who is studying for the first time, or those seeking job advancements?  In regards to enhancing learning opportunities within the context of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=5048205327907764430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5048205327907764430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/5048205327907764430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2008/12/percolating-thoughts.html' title='Percolating thoughts'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-7772289383714014893</id><published>2008-11-24T21:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:51:56.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss Pats. :( </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=7772289383714014893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/7772289383714014893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/7772289383714014893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-pats.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20573006.post-3049076562740629662</id><published>2008-11-24T21:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:40:02.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so depressed.I need to submit my grad app by Dec 1 and no one has gone to pic up my recommendation letter or transcript from Ateneo. I have a paper due on Wednesday and I have no desire to start writing it. My Lola passed away on Nov 14 and I really feel like my world is falling apart. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20573006&amp;postID=3049076562740629662&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/3049076562740629662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20573006/posts/default/3049076562740629662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unplayedmelody.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-so-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/image/adelemg/RejSIEBjKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fh56iPYSdEA/12-17-06_2302.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
