<?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-4175097377865833399</id><updated>2011-12-22T06:32:53.041-08:00</updated><category term='eye make-up'/><category term='Home'/><category term='make-up'/><category term='korean'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='sadistic writer'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Haute Fashion</title><subtitle type='html'>The difference between style and fashion is quality.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-6139679063292348709</id><published>2011-12-22T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T06:32:53.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Printed over Printed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ggRfk0j4qic/TvM-e30F93I/AAAAAAAAAbw/LrKRDBD5MRk/s1600/ps3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ggRfk0j4qic/TvM-e30F93I/AAAAAAAAAbw/LrKRDBD5MRk/s320/ps3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bGAe5TJ2FJg/TvM-Vdkqg3I/AAAAAAAAAbY/eBRXfO_snkE/s1600/ps4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bGAe5TJ2FJg/TvM-Vdkqg3I/AAAAAAAAAbY/eBRXfO_snkE/s320/ps4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomato from head to toe~~!&lt;br /&gt;Project Study 2 Defense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-6139679063292348709?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6139679063292348709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/12/printed-over-printed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/6139679063292348709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/6139679063292348709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/12/printed-over-printed.html' title='Printed over Printed'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MXdhqt0n63Y/TvM-a3DY_mI/AAAAAAAAAbg/q5TLLVgvFi0/s72-c/ps1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-2136995224395605966</id><published>2011-11-01T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T05:27:55.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye make-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Korean Make-Up Tutorials Part 1</title><content type='html'>Let’s first accomplish a Taeyonish look from Seo Neo Shi Dae.She’s really a good singer and have a cute charm effect whenever she smiles on stage. To&amp;nbsp;highlight&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;fashion&amp;nbsp;make-up, here's a tutorial on how to look like a Seo Neo Shi Dae girl for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PHP5IxQa2BU/Tq_g6NksdKI/AAAAAAAAAYo/A0spJa0jPnI/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PHP5IxQa2BU/Tq_g6NksdKI/AAAAAAAAAYo/A0spJa0jPnI/s640/1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First , of course your need you eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sT3v_d2Wl34/Tq_g62jyQWI/AAAAAAAAAYs/f8uGoGNEr_s/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="372" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sT3v_d2Wl34/Tq_g62jyQWI/AAAAAAAAAYs/f8uGoGNEr_s/s640/2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, apply a black eyeliner on top of the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPqPpxe5GLY/Tq_g7dABwUI/AAAAAAAAAY0/0P0FzwQGMog/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="372" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPqPpxe5GLY/Tq_g7dABwUI/AAAAAAAAAY0/0P0FzwQGMog/s640/3.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, put on your mascara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HB3r1I4A8VU/Tq_g7yPXwzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Aufy1fe3UM4/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="372" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HB3r1I4A8VU/Tq_g7yPXwzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Aufy1fe3UM4/s640/4.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, you must build bags right under your eye using an Ashy-brown shadow under the where bags should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-on9kCmjigPI/Tq_g8QBklKI/AAAAAAAAAZI/wlO6NaaelXo/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="392" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-on9kCmjigPI/Tq_g8QBklKI/AAAAAAAAAZI/wlO6NaaelXo/s640/5.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, put a white eye shadow at the bottom of the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ed3jWz0QLCI/Tq_g91b83FI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/oJS2asOYMxA/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="416" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ed3jWz0QLCI/Tq_g91b83FI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/oJS2asOYMxA/s640/6.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final look will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j80ly1mtEY0/Tq_g_HByK5I/AAAAAAAAAZY/JyiNp5RkTmk/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="416" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j80ly1mtEY0/Tq_g_HByK5I/AAAAAAAAAZY/JyiNp5RkTmk/s640/7.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh~~! This is real for the longest time being, that I actually had no guy I feel obsessed or in love with. Maybe its kind of a waste since being in love makes you feel pretty from head to toe but come to think of it, it will also make you feel less uncomfortable with your guy or be more self confident hanging around. You dont need to care whether you're doing good or bad, or yif your cute or rather annoying. Being able to stand proud and confident is definitely one of the greatest aspects of being a girl. Its all about being the real you~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I contemplated a bit by an article I have read about guys. This one really catches my attention, like I hope someone would say this to me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful. If a guy uses that, he likes you. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-2136995224395605966?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2136995224395605966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/11/korean-make-up-tutorials-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2136995224395605966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2136995224395605966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/11/korean-make-up-tutorials-part-1.html' title='Korean Make-Up Tutorials Part 1'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PHP5IxQa2BU/Tq_g6NksdKI/AAAAAAAAAYo/A0spJa0jPnI/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-9115504538253561903</id><published>2011-10-31T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T09:23:24.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippine Fashion Week</title><content type='html'>I had a blast watching the 2011 Philippine Fashion Week last week, October 21-26, though I only manage to watch the runway for Oxygen and Guess. 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text-align: justify;"&gt;This Saturday presswork/ photoshoot, my attire was a semi-victorian inspired outfit from looklet. It should be full Victorian style with a bell sleeved black polka top with matching tie and a katy perry head band with veil. That should really work with my theme but dont have enough time to look for a good top so I just went to Oxygen instead. Luckily i got this one, but so not Victorian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I also got worked up looking for a tights shop for 2 days from Market-Market to Festival Alabang, only to find one at Genevive Gozum Festival branch. Geez, its really out of stock though that I had the sales ladies had to wear it off on a manequin display. haha~~! (For fashion)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The 2.5 inches wedge is worth 999, got from Mendrez shoe store. It really looks cute and versatile with slacks or skirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WTm7QtMbPVw/TqW0Yh565YI/AAAAAAAAAU4/VetGxJzlSJ8/s1600/IMG_0368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WTm7QtMbPVw/TqW0Yh565YI/AAAAAAAAAU4/VetGxJzlSJ8/s640/IMG_0368.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xOHbCmexkjQ/TqW08V5J6yI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ZL45162C94E/s1600/IMG_0370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xOHbCmexkjQ/TqW08V5J6yI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ZL45162C94E/s640/IMG_0370.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IEH_YS--usw/TqW1goJKi6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/QHkLq9q7AHI/s1600/IMG_0379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IEH_YS--usw/TqW1goJKi6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/QHkLq9q7AHI/s640/IMG_0379.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Top:&lt;/b&gt; Baggy long sleeved with low neck cut from Oxygen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bottom: &lt;/b&gt;Victorian Flannel from Madita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wedge:&lt;/b&gt; Black with Sparkly ribbon from Mendrez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tights: &lt;/b&gt;Black criss cross tights from Genevive Gozum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Accesories: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bangles from Fashion Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Face Lush: &lt;/b&gt;Red lipstick from Avon , baggy violet eyeshadow from Colour plus a black liquid eyeliner from Joanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Other group pics from the recently concluded photoshoot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-7522075727702952599?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7522075727702952599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/10/semi-victorian.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/7522075727702952599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/7522075727702952599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/10/semi-victorian.html' title='Semi-Victorian'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WTm7QtMbPVw/TqW0Yh565YI/AAAAAAAAAU4/VetGxJzlSJ8/s72-c/IMG_0368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-5579971840326087349</id><published>2011-10-08T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T14:24:36.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Don</title><content type='html'>I had a blast this Sunday with my&amp;nbsp;best friend, France at Sucat. It was Belle's birthday and course I am invited. Haha, a little awkward since my stupid brother didn't manage to come (i almost kill him to death). Anyway, I keep my outfit simple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing a yellow cotton blazer and a black tank top plus a jean skirt. The flats go well with the outfit, casual type, good for taking few walks or simple party. Not too catchy but comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1slvqXMFyIk/TpC8UDQ4rYI/AAAAAAAAAUY/MctBVR5Xhh0/s1600/meg3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1slvqXMFyIk/TpC8UDQ4rYI/AAAAAAAAAUY/MctBVR5Xhh0/s320/meg3.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7AsVUtYFvHE/TpC8WH2HnEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/CT-VEc6K_kE/s1600/meg1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7AsVUtYFvHE/TpC8WH2HnEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/CT-VEc6K_kE/s320/meg1.jpg" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqBNeKCkoe4/TpC8XGbeguI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Z7sUFX6F33g/s1600/meg2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqBNeKCkoe4/TpC8XGbeguI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Z7sUFX6F33g/s320/meg2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Top: &lt;/b&gt;Yellow cotton blazer from Mango&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Black waist&amp;nbsp;length&amp;nbsp;V-Neck tank top from Fashion Market&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bottom&lt;/b&gt;: Denim Mini Skirt from Envy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flats:&lt;/b&gt; Lacy flips from Natasha (again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clips: &lt;/b&gt;Pink pony at the back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lips:&lt;/b&gt; only a few gloss from Avon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a good day~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I found a good skirt for my&amp;nbsp;Victorian&amp;nbsp;attire&amp;nbsp;this Saturday. Its so cute and elegant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-5579971840326087349?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5579971840326087349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/10/simple-don.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/5579971840326087349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/5579971840326087349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/10/simple-don.html' title='Simple Don'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1slvqXMFyIk/TpC8UDQ4rYI/AAAAAAAAAUY/MctBVR5Xhh0/s72-c/meg3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-4269235912508000321</id><published>2011-10-06T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:17:37.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carefree</title><content type='html'>This went by pretty fast. Lots of diversions... Next week is my relatives from Bulacan will be visiting home, so I'm really excited for the crazy dress-up days!:P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wore a pretty a very carefree outfit. The weather has been surprisingly rainy though. Grrr! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjU24-Z-DjY/To36UujoMWI/AAAAAAAAAUI/jyD7m9EXixg/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjU24-Z-DjY/To36UujoMWI/AAAAAAAAAUI/jyD7m9EXixg/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFCN7-FHX1w/To36VWEpYCI/AAAAAAAAAUM/EPDpIHwxtec/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFCN7-FHX1w/To36VWEpYCI/AAAAAAAAAUM/EPDpIHwxtec/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See-through and black stripes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bM9Pdb-C49c/To36XI0JczI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WiyIb_wrnnA/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bM9Pdb-C49c/To36XI0JczI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WiyIb_wrnnA/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aglN0I4LcYo/To36X1fZEwI/AAAAAAAAAUU/mhPebvUmTCI/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aglN0I4LcYo/To36X1fZEwI/AAAAAAAAAUU/mhPebvUmTCI/s320/4.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tops&lt;/b&gt;: Loose Stripes from shipped from Korea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flats:&lt;/b&gt; Flips from Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bottoms:&lt;/b&gt; Tight black pants with glowing verticals from Forever21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clip&lt;/b&gt;: Purple flower clip from Fashion Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lips&lt;/b&gt;: Shiny pink lipstick from Avon,&amp;nbsp;light make-up and violet eyeshadow from Joanna (staff writer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this carefree theme. The shoes is a major fail though, but the pants complimented well with the stripes. Feels very loose and comfortable, with a very dark cotton-y fabric. I just noticed how white my feet are compared to the rest of my body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also failed to put some bangles, I'm sleepless so I don't bother looking into much details but red bangles of different shades will do the trick. (I also put some red lace all over my body for crazy trip)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-4269235912508000321?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4269235912508000321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/10/carefree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/4269235912508000321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/4269235912508000321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/10/carefree.html' title='Carefree'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjU24-Z-DjY/To36UujoMWI/AAAAAAAAAUI/jyD7m9EXixg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-3440036860582748832</id><published>2011-10-06T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:03:18.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Instead of posting personal stuffs, i guess i'll slowly try turning my page to a fashion blog. Why? I dont know also... Hehe, it'll be a lot more fun ^_^.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;By this, I need to showcase my wardrove for full check-up or try shopping appropriately for more styles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Welcome to my new Trip !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-3440036860582748832?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3440036860582748832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/10/fashion-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/3440036860582748832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/3440036860582748832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/10/fashion-blog.html' title='Fashion Blog?'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-6389451614460942513</id><published>2011-09-29T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T08:05:24.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dainty Trips</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I posted something here. Im kinda busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things are sometimes out of hand. But I can still manage. And I have finally posted our dainty trips last&amp;nbsp;acquaintance&amp;nbsp;party that almost 2 months since it was taken. Check out this few pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QeabC5l7BE/ToTG3tA_2_I/AAAAAAAAATk/xiwUtUg_NtI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QeabC5l7BE/ToTG3tA_2_I/AAAAAAAAATk/xiwUtUg_NtI/s640/1.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOrpQHAdMTQ/ToTG4sCOxNI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QOlJ1yDH-lw/s1600/22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOrpQHAdMTQ/ToTG4sCOxNI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QOlJ1yDH-lw/s640/22.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STqg6wFcqC8/ToTG4d99ikI/AAAAAAAAAT8/OPE-jIJuzAw/s1600/21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STqg6wFcqC8/ToTG4d99ikI/AAAAAAAAAT8/OPE-jIJuzAw/s640/21.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mjRheDl-hfs/ToTG4VZCkQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/IGDqg-gLOFw/s1600/20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mjRheDl-hfs/ToTG4VZCkQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/IGDqg-gLOFw/s640/20.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq-E2-1KTDQ/ToTG4JN6-tI/AAAAAAAAATs/iCeRnc934N4/s1600/19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq-E2-1KTDQ/ToTG4JN6-tI/AAAAAAAAATs/iCeRnc934N4/s640/19.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-6389451614460942513?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6389451614460942513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/09/dainty-trips.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/6389451614460942513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/6389451614460942513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/09/dainty-trips.html' title='Dainty Trips'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QeabC5l7BE/ToTG3tA_2_I/AAAAAAAAATk/xiwUtUg_NtI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-2237836365044988278</id><published>2011-08-08T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T04:59:32.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide and Seek</title><content type='html'>I went at Market Market this evening, only to find out that my heart was also there with my co-editor. And i was like a freak hiding from them. I dont know, why I hide also. I went all over the place to search for a suitable dress this Wednesday. Kpop motif as what we have agreed in our last presswork. I seen him four times all over the palce, and luckily (hopefully), he doesn't notice me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is, i missed him that bad, i wanna hear his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_vD2O5lUTMA/TkBSVa1iAwI/AAAAAAAAATU/ErqziSi_0ls/s1600/carmel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_vD2O5lUTMA/TkBSVa1iAwI/AAAAAAAAATU/ErqziSi_0ls/s400/carmel.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just remember this situation last Sunday.. cant help but smile whenever I think about this. I was sleeping on my way home, when suddenly i feel heavy on my left shoulder. And i saw my heart, head on my shoulder while sleeping. I just let him sleep that way but the inside of me feels wild. The smell, the touch of his hair over my face... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's something to reminisce. If i were to recall my past, there's also a time when we were like that, sleeping head on shoulder. Tired of school and other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed him.. even when he is in front of me. I miss him more...&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go back to the time, when he isnt like that in my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-2237836365044988278?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2237836365044988278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/08/hide-and-seek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2237836365044988278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2237836365044988278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/08/hide-and-seek.html' title='Hide and Seek'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_vD2O5lUTMA/TkBSVa1iAwI/AAAAAAAAATU/ErqziSi_0ls/s72-c/carmel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-5156189387388569622</id><published>2011-07-29T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T05:00:09.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See My Eyes</title><content type='html'>oh yes.. you read it right,,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be emceeing for today's Chapter Representatives Meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--PcpueJx0QU/TjMIv8aOVHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/_yc2topr2Xw/s1600/makeover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--PcpueJx0QU/TjMIv8aOVHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/_yc2topr2Xw/s320/makeover.jpg" width="230" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JO5pGUwh2Ac/TjMMDpt_0DI/AAAAAAAAATE/p6HxLiNj16U/s1600/yong-hwa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JO5pGUwh2Ac/TjMMDpt_0DI/AAAAAAAAATE/p6HxLiNj16U/s320/yong-hwa.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im quite nervous but since there will be a dry run activity for CRM this morning, my nervousness gets lesser. And the more I think about it, the more my heart stomps... Grr, im getting anxious for it to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, i'm currently hooked to a wonderful Korean series... Heartstrings (You've Fallen for Me). A slice of sweetness and cuteness plus loads of great music and scenes. Im starting to like Yong Hwa (Lee Shin) day by day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ztd7T2vXKU/TjMLZhLWwEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/JRMs8OXYJJs/s1600/412532_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ztd7T2vXKU/TjMLZhLWwEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/JRMs8OXYJJs/s320/412532_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sIoIsE3K1_c/TjMMzamZhVI/AAAAAAAAATM/4GrhoplOWX8/s1600/yonghwas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sIoIsE3K1_c/TjMMzamZhVI/AAAAAAAAATM/4GrhoplOWX8/s320/yonghwas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here am I again, waiting for a Lee Shin of my life. I just hope my SOMEONE is him, but I guess he wont realized it until I say so. Haha, even if I turned the whole world up-side-down he'll never be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LSS-- Amazing by Infinite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-5156189387388569622?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5156189387388569622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/07/see-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/5156189387388569622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/5156189387388569622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/07/see-my-eyes.html' title='See My Eyes'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--PcpueJx0QU/TjMIv8aOVHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/_yc2topr2Xw/s72-c/makeover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-226339728431635437</id><published>2011-06-29T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T12:08:47.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City Hunter Fever</title><content type='html'>Omo~~! *blush*, is it just me, or whenever i see Min ho sshi on-screen especially in City Hunter my heart skips a beat. He's too handsome~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XPuEaljzx8/Tgt30hRKOXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/arJFfB0d0Ks/s1600/photo139585.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XPuEaljzx8/Tgt30hRKOXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/arJFfB0d0Ks/s320/photo139585.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFHy23QDV38/Tgt31D9DCkI/AAAAAAAAASU/GTVTSTn-lrg/s1600/480b83ace988b91d19c57d7d38e2f557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFHy23QDV38/Tgt31D9DCkI/AAAAAAAAASU/GTVTSTn-lrg/s320/480b83ace988b91d19c57d7d38e2f557.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s9G4XVAjMig/Tgt316BXNyI/AAAAAAAAASY/fkQ2PIsCd6Q/s1600/20110519-City-Hunter_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5tjwkMoe4s/Tgt35ea1HCI/AAAAAAAAASs/OIP-pIXOj5c/s320/lee-minho-city-hunter.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-226339728431635437?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/226339728431635437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/06/city-hunter-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/226339728431635437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/226339728431635437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/06/city-hunter-fever.html' title='City Hunter Fever'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XPuEaljzx8/Tgt30hRKOXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/arJFfB0d0Ks/s72-c/photo139585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-6815727651608918705</id><published>2011-05-30T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T09:00:46.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ako?</title><content type='html'>Hindi naman sa lahat ng pagkakataon&lt;br /&gt;Iniisip kita&lt;br /&gt;Hindi rin naman sa lahat ng pagkakataon&lt;br /&gt;Kinalimutan kita&lt;br /&gt;Yun tama lang ba&lt;br /&gt;Kasi alam ko sa sarili ko&lt;br /&gt;Dati pa, na iba ang mahal mo&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako&lt;br /&gt;At kailanman, kahit bali-baliktarin ang mundo&lt;br /&gt;Hindi magiging ako.&lt;br /&gt;Kasalanan ko bang di mo ako gusto?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, yun yung tinitibok ng puso ko eh&lt;br /&gt;Pakialam niyo&lt;br /&gt;Di naman kayo ang nasasaktan&lt;br /&gt;Kundi ako&lt;br /&gt;Di naman kayo ang &amp;nbsp;nahihirapan&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko na ako&lt;br /&gt;Pero kahit ganun,&lt;br /&gt;Kahit paulit-ulit ko na iniisip&lt;br /&gt;Ipinamuka at nakita pa ng dalawang mata ko&lt;br /&gt;Na talagang hindi ako&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw pa rin talaga ang mahal ko&lt;br /&gt;Siguro nga tanga na ako&lt;br /&gt;Tanga&lt;br /&gt;Bobo&lt;br /&gt;Pero anung magagawa ko&lt;br /&gt;Kahit kailan sa puso ko&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kasalanan ang umibig sayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro kung nababasa mo ito&lt;br /&gt;At nababasa mo kung anu yung mga iniisip ko noon&lt;br /&gt;Sasabihin mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teh, di ka na natuto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu bang magagawa ko?&lt;br /&gt;Eh iyon ako&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang ngayon, umaasa sa pag-ibig mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O3oOZ9LArBc/TeO_HyCumcI/AAAAAAAAASM/cS6yBwZObQg/s1600/100_6013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O3oOZ9LArBc/TeO_HyCumcI/AAAAAAAAASM/cS6yBwZObQg/s320/100_6013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-6815727651608918705?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6815727651608918705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/05/ako_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/6815727651608918705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/6815727651608918705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/05/ako_30.html' title='Ako?'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O3oOZ9LArBc/TeO_HyCumcI/AAAAAAAAASM/cS6yBwZObQg/s72-c/100_6013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-6196143256096259177</id><published>2011-05-17T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T10:14:32.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll put myself into restraint even forever just to make you happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a blast reading Polly Shulman’s novel Enthusiasm, her homage to Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. Last night, i suddenly felt the urge something summerish and light to read, heading to BookSale (MOA) immediately. This one is really good for a one-shot novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This book is a story between two girls, Julie Leftkowitz and Ashleigh Rossi. Julie's best friend, Ashleigh, is an enthusiast. She falls in love with something and it becomes her obsession. Julie usually just goes along with Ashleigh. But when Ashleigh decides that Pride and Prejudice is her new thing, Julie is horrified. Pride and Prejudice and Jane Austen is her thing. But it's when Ashleigh decides that Julie's secret crush is her Mr. Darcy, that Julie begins to see the trouble of dealing with an enthusiast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I picked this one hoping it would be like a YA Pride and Prejudice, but it wasn't. This isn't a bad thing, but it was different than I expected. The book is told in a very Austen-like manner and the influence was definitely there. The beginning was very Pride and Prejudice, the middle was more A Midsummer Night's Dream, and then back to Pride and Prejudice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Julie is a very good friend and puts up with her friend Ashleigh's notions and in general just goes along with her. Ashleigh is one of those people that decided they love something and jumped all the way in. Now she's decided she loves Jane Austen and wants to dress, talk, and behave the same way as the characters in Pride and Prejudice. Julie is not happy about this but goes along with her since Ashleigh can't be talk out of anything. In the course of this, Julie and Ashleigh end up at a dance for the boys school in their town and meet Charles Grandison Parr (my object of obsession tonight) and his friend Ned. Parr happens to be the boy that Julie has had several chance run-ins with in town and on whom she harbors a secret crush. Ashleigh decides that Parr is her Mr. Darcy and Ned is Julie's Bingley and nothing Julie says will convince her otherwise. Consequently I want to shake them both. I literally turned the book off at several points and shouted (in our classroom where I supposhe to join practicing dance steps, in my way to several places since i cant get rid the book instantly out of me, inside the PNR train (for me that, really is epic),in the moving jeepneys and lastly in my room) at Julie for being stupid and at Ashleigh for not listening. Julie, in particular, was very obtuse and couldn't see the signs that (*spoiler Parr liked her **)even if they were written in neon. But then I thought back to when I was 16 and realized that I was that stupid at times too. I can think of at least two boys that liked me back then and I didn't realize it at all and looking back it is clear as day. But I was so sure that it couldn't be possible that I convinced myself it wasn't possible and I was too self-conscious to realize it. I could smack 16 year old me sometimes (because, frankly, you should have seen one of those boys, phew). Just like I wanted to smack Julie for being dumb and Ashleigh for not being a listener.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were some very nice themes of loyalty and friendship between the girls and that was refreshing for a Young Adult book. It seems lately there are a lot with back biting and meanness and this was a nice return to a classic friendship theme. It was also nice to see a romance develop that was given some time to blossom. That was refreshing too. It was obvious how it was going to end given the Austen-influence but it was a sweet book so that was okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kYXkWxuqRZA/TdKslsFdzbI/AAAAAAAAASE/CbO7GYMrLGU/s1600/enthusiasm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kYXkWxuqRZA/TdKslsFdzbI/AAAAAAAAASE/CbO7GYMrLGU/s320/enthusiasm.png" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that im done reading it, I feel like one of this days I feel like barging to someone else school to bring my Grandison out (silly, isnt it?).And I also feel like writing a Acrostic Sonnet for my crush. If you feel like reading this, just ask me and i'll lend it to you. Exclusively for GIRLS only!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-6196143256096259177?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6196143256096259177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/05/ill-put-myself-into-restraint-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/6196143256096259177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/6196143256096259177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/05/ill-put-myself-into-restraint-even.html' title='I&apos;ll put myself into restraint even forever just to make you happy'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kYXkWxuqRZA/TdKslsFdzbI/AAAAAAAAASE/CbO7GYMrLGU/s72-c/enthusiasm.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-9161701939198672350</id><published>2011-05-07T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T08:41:22.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Encounters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A true friend is not like the rain that comes and goes away. But like the air not visible but always there in touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From the moment I enter a new different picture, I was like observing everything. People keep on popping from different sides, asking for our names and a bunch of introductory statements I often stumble during first meetings. First we met three people, then another one, another one and so on until I count the number of head boosting from the initial three to more than fifteen. Too many faces, too many names, I can’t recall each and every name. We moved from place to another for them to settle things involving the group. And we, as the newbie were like, Oh they’re deliberating a finished event, settling papers and requirements to be passed. Of course we don’t know anything; I just can’t stop and observe again and again. I was trying to get a hold of everyone’s “assumed” personality.  And another group of people entered telling us they’re our seniors. There were many unknown rules and regulations. We’re bombarded with assignments and things to do. The meeting ended and everyone bid farewell to one another. That’s my first day being with people I only met for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The second meeting was like, How are we going to keep up with these people who seem to be deeply attached to one another? It was a feeling of being out-of-surface, wanting to feel being with the group. I smiled to few people, answered to few cliché questions but I still learn to put a restraint on my hitherto ungoverned temperament .Savoring the time thinking what keep these people bonded deeply in a small span of time. It bothers my curiosity to know how they keep on their phase as if they knew each other for a long time. Several scenes rolled afterwards. And it made me come to a realization that something is keeping them attached. I called it a day being with these people I met for the second time around but leaving me the idea wanting to explore more. A sense of knowing-what’s-behind-the-mysterious book made me feel inquisitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the third encounter happened. After being enthusiastic what this day will bring, we stood in front of a tall blue building. As we enter, I felt nervous (for we are late) and regretful (for the time wasted). The door opened exposing faces I encountered before. The eyes of all smart-looking people seem to be nailed to us for a moment and everything went back to normal (or what I supposed is normal for that kind of atmosphere).  And then a horde of seniors enter the scene asking us to form a line (What is this supposed to be? ROTC training?) They keep on asking question which these people are hesitated to answer. It’s like a wall is separating the two entities to keep them going to their regulars. The activities were great, and I do love it.  We were not allowed to expressed any emotion; a smile, laughing –face and stuffs like that are prohibited. Only to know that we shouldn’t be making those faces at a mistake of our batchmate, I realized that these were all done to keep the group from trusting each other. We did few commercials (I think that is suppose to make us feel embarrass though I felt different), few briefings for the council elections and so forth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were also scolded for not having a satisfactory assignment and for the first time did some “squat” punishment I never had before. It was really hard, I can’t balanced myself but won’t complain cause the me being punished wants to savor the first time doing the squat-thing ( Insane, isn’t it?). Maybe it’s because I haven’t got a decent sleep for three days to do my assignments (I ended up repeating the process for not following formats) that my whole body feels weird. I feel like collapsing at that instant but still hold on. Then another senior enter looking aggravated by the scene. I was preoccupied by mixed feeling of sleepy and tired (and this heeled-shoe matter), I haven’t grasp what’s happening. All I know is that she’s angry. She compiled all the assignments and poured a coffee on top of it. Everything was wasted; my batchmates effort was being thrown just like that. Only to realize that my… you knew that already were not included. I felt so guilty, wanting to raise my hand and received what I deserved to get flooded my body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everything rolled all over again, stuck on the issue that our batch is supposed to surpass the previous officers. Though it felt like they doubted our dedication to run as officers, I learned may things: First, leadership varies according to culture. It was my first time seeing a kind of leadership that uses forced method for their juniors to learn. I strongly opposed it before; learning by being forced is something that never crossed my mind. My idea of leadership is that people follow a leader by strong will, not because of the troubled consequences that awaits them. I can never question the way things run right now, knowing that in twenty-four years of existence they use the same method of leadership. Second, the will to care and trust one another is the item that keeps the group intact. I once dou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bted the behavior I saw during the first encounter, for me this sort is for the sake of looking-kind or some sort of scripted acts. Upon experiencing the things that made them feel secure and intermingling with them, it felt like everything is real. Not the sort of too good to be true ordeal acts but impressive knowledge of one another. Something that makes me feel like treasuring the sensation, akin to caring one another like a real sibling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being with these new people, an overwhelming sense of kindness, friendship, happiness and a sense of belonging emerge in me. It is a sensory overload with the liveliness of the bustling friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hg-SFN7j-S0/TcVnvqPy9AI/AAAAAAAAARc/AsfzRRG3hZc/s1600/227607_205845216122208_100000901940414_603136_2318120_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hg-SFN7j-S0/TcVnvqPy9AI/AAAAAAAAARc/AsfzRRG3hZc/s320/227607_205845216122208_100000901940414_603136_2318120_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(gonna sleep first but still under construction. I’m too tired but I just wanted to start my entry first too keep the rhythm, bestnyt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-9161701939198672350?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/9161701939198672350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/05/encounters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/9161701939198672350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/9161701939198672350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/05/encounters.html' title='The Encounters'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hg-SFN7j-S0/TcVnvqPy9AI/AAAAAAAAARc/AsfzRRG3hZc/s72-c/227607_205845216122208_100000901940414_603136_2318120_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-2214556700934665243</id><published>2011-05-05T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:25:56.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Theme</title><content type='html'>Yeah, i made a new pink inspired design in one night. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;kewl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4S0uQrI9prs/TcMVu03t0pI/AAAAAAAAARE/zHmSQT_EuTs/s1600/desk.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4S0uQrI9prs/TcMVu03t0pI/AAAAAAAAARE/zHmSQT_EuTs/s320/desk.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-2214556700934665243?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2214556700934665243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-theme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2214556700934665243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2214556700934665243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-theme.html' title='New Theme'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4S0uQrI9prs/TcMVu03t0pI/AAAAAAAAARE/zHmSQT_EuTs/s72-c/desk.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-4219077218513601352</id><published>2011-04-17T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T06:26:46.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Monster</title><content type='html'>yeah..id just finished an eighty-two chapter manga entitled "Love Monster". Its cute.. i love the ending... almost tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been doing my CAD design since last night. Now im experiencing extrem back pain. And by the way, i'd changed my &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iYhbkOTqWrk/TarqPSGTmlI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/x3mDiqg4ee8/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iYhbkOTqWrk/TarqPSGTmlI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/x3mDiqg4ee8/s320/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596543035238488658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XB1JJ7uheQA/TarqO0Dl0TI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ayg8zHIdY-Y/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XB1JJ7uheQA/TarqO0Dl0TI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ayg8zHIdY-Y/s320/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596543027174035762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-2774275808172613346</id><published>2011-04-11T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T14:57:28.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire and Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why are we always like this?... always like a fire and a rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like he doesn't hear a word I say,&lt;br /&gt;His mind is somewhere far away,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to get there,&lt;br /&gt;It's like,&lt;br /&gt;(She's way too serious)&lt;br /&gt;All he wants is to chill out,&lt;br /&gt;(She's always in a rush)&lt;br /&gt;He makes me wanna pull all my hair out,&lt;br /&gt;(And interrupting)&lt;br /&gt;Like he doesn't even care,&lt;br /&gt;(Like she doesn't even care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;We're face to face&lt;br /&gt;But we don't see eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;Like fire and rain&lt;br /&gt;(Like fire and rain)&lt;br /&gt;You can drive me insane&lt;br /&gt;(You can drive me insane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stay mad at you for anything&lt;br /&gt;We're Venus and Mars&lt;br /&gt;(We're Venus and Mars)&lt;br /&gt;We're like different stars&lt;br /&gt;(Like different stars)&lt;br /&gt;But you're the harmony to every song I sing&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't change a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always trying to save the day&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna let my music play&lt;br /&gt;She's all or nothing&lt;br /&gt;But my feelings never change&lt;br /&gt;(Why, do you try to read my mind?)&lt;br /&gt;I try to read her mind&lt;br /&gt;(It's not good to psychoanalyze)&lt;br /&gt;She tries to pick a fight&lt;br /&gt;To get attention&lt;br /&gt;That's what all of my friends say&lt;br /&gt;(That's what all of my friends say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;We're face to face&lt;br /&gt;But we don't see eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;Like fire and rain&lt;br /&gt;(Like fire and rain)&lt;br /&gt;You can drive me insane&lt;br /&gt;(You can drive me insane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stay mad at you for anything&lt;br /&gt;We're Venus and Mars&lt;br /&gt;(We're Venus and Mars)&lt;br /&gt;We're like different stars&lt;br /&gt;(Like different stars)&lt;br /&gt;But you're the harmony to every song I sing&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't change a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm yes, she's no&lt;br /&gt;When I hold on, he just lets go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're perfectly imperfect&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn't change a thing, no&lt;br /&gt;We're like fire and rain&lt;br /&gt;(Like fire and rain)&lt;br /&gt;You can drive me insane&lt;br /&gt;(You can drive me insane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stay mad at you for anything&lt;br /&gt;We're Venus and Mars&lt;br /&gt;(We're Venus and Mars)&lt;br /&gt;We're like different stars&lt;br /&gt;(Like different stars)&lt;br /&gt;But you're the harmony to every song I sing&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't change a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stay mad at you for anything&lt;br /&gt;We're Venus and Mars&lt;br /&gt;(We're Venus and Mars)&lt;br /&gt;We're like different stars&lt;br /&gt;(Like different stars)&lt;br /&gt;But you're the harmony to every song I sing&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't change a&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't change a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Z93GrPYhM/TaN46tTpznI/AAAAAAAAAQk/7UiGUlmlaGg/s1600/secret_garden_image1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Z93GrPYhM/TaN46tTpznI/AAAAAAAAAQk/7UiGUlmlaGg/s320/secret_garden_image1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594448112114060914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-2774275808172613346?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2774275808172613346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/04/fire-and-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2774275808172613346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2774275808172613346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/04/fire-and-rain.html' title='Fire and Rain'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Z93GrPYhM/TaN46tTpznI/AAAAAAAAAQk/7UiGUlmlaGg/s72-c/secret_garden_image1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-2678987489999778106</id><published>2011-04-10T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T10:04:40.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Random Quotes</title><content type='html'>I find it hard to compose the things I have in mind. I was too preoccupied by the thoughts I have in me. My frustrations, my nightmares... or should I say, my INVISIBLE BATTLES in life. Last week I was thinking positive on what I have read. I take everything seriously to benefit me and all of us but i never thought there is still something behind that night that is not written. And now, i feel like i'm BETRAYED ever since that day and will always be betrayed by them as long as I lead them, because of the fact that THEY DON'T LIKE ME~~!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just collected few quotes to reminisce this time of life that I doubted if there are still few TRUST remained in me for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sometimes we look too far, sometimes we look too close, when all we have to do is close our eyes to see the person we want to be with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live with a smile everyday is good but to laugh with your loved ones,and reminiscing all your happy memories can heal  your life.So laugh just for awhile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finds it funny how people will talk bad bout you to others to make them hate you so they can feel better bout themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the world through my eyes and then, only then you'd understand what all this means to me, until then stop criticizing me for being who i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"raindrop are the bravest things that God made because they are not afraid from falling":)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argument may win the situation but lose the person, but Patience may lose the situation but win the person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best feeling in the world comes when you start feeling good again after you've been feeling awful. -Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said...Trials are not the reason to give up, but a challenge to improve yourself. Difficulties are not an excuse to back out, but and inspiration to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions are the hardest move to make. Especially when its a choice between where you should be and where you want to be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect the emotions in someone's heart rather than the expression on someone's face.&lt;br /&gt;Because expression is just a formality, but emotions are reality. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you will break down and sometimes you will cry but just remember that it's not a sign of weakness, it's a sign that you've been strong for too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has just finished building a wall around her heart so nobody can break it anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, we need the night to see the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im being swallowed by my own worries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see how hard it is to change yourself, you begin to see how impossible it is to change others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always appreciate the things around you even if sometimes they give you pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing in life is knowing you done all you could, but it still wasn't enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'s brain is busy fighting with her heart !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people will never learn, simply because it never enters their brain that they might be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be with someone who knows what they have when they have you. You don't need too many people to be happy.Just a few real ones who appreciate you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it is better to be kind than to be right. We do not need an intelligent mind that speaks, but a patient heart that listens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absolutely there loss.. i was giving love n care for free.. sad,now its gone for them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to look back&lt;br /&gt;and be able to smile at my past.&lt;br /&gt;And know that i did all the wrong things&lt;br /&gt;for all the right reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always have to defend yourself with your words. Sometimes your silence gives people a clue that you have better thoughts in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned to give not because i have many..but because i know the feeling of having nothing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having done "BAD THINGS" doesn't mean you're a BAD PERSON. You're just someone who has made an UNWISE decision. Just like everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps our eyes need to be washed with tears once in a while so that we can see life in a clearer view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny?The harder we try the more hurt we get because the more the other person ignores us.So it's better to stop trying and just say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person cannot answer directly to your question, probably the answer is too painful for u to know or too hard for them to admit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence hurts more than a punch in the face !  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A87eEIUQ9sQ/TaHhO30XQiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KcFWaukhSf4/s1600/solitude.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A87eEIUQ9sQ/TaHhO30XQiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KcFWaukhSf4/s320/solitude.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593999857788863010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-2678987489999778106?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2678987489999778106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-random-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2678987489999778106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2678987489999778106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-random-quotes.html' title='My Random Quotes'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A87eEIUQ9sQ/TaHhO30XQiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KcFWaukhSf4/s72-c/solitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-4782538290017158994</id><published>2011-04-09T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T08:27:58.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Gmail</title><content type='html'>haha, alam na kung bakit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rgp41wOmdUk/TaB66phKezI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Tj8GmkZAdYo/s1600/gmail1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rgp41wOmdUk/TaB66phKezI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Tj8GmkZAdYo/s320/gmail1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593605885190110002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-4782538290017158994?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4782538290017158994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-gmail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/4782538290017158994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/4782538290017158994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-gmail.html' title='I love Gmail'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rgp41wOmdUk/TaB66phKezI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Tj8GmkZAdYo/s72-c/gmail1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-284660084419353950</id><published>2011-04-02T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T19:45:41.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday, I'll really find the heart that belongs to me</title><content type='html'>Hehe, ive been listening to this song for almost a month. I can only remember the lyrics, not the emotions while singing this. As i listen to this song today... The message is now clear to me. I find it something that resembles me now. I am free... I dug a hole inside my heart and its not worth it. If only I waited a little longer, I don't have to suffer. But still I wont stop... just like this song, I'll do my best, so I wont be hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtmIwZDzR9w/TZfeuch4WFI/AAAAAAAAAQM/gA5MwRAc9pE/s320/bg-waiting.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591182351917406290" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere I'll go for you&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;I've packed my bags&lt;br /&gt;I'm not returning home&lt;br /&gt;Until someone will give me reason to&lt;br /&gt;I locked the door and take a breathe&lt;br /&gt;I' ready to let go&lt;br /&gt;I know you're somewhere out there too&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing for me to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;(And I go) Over the mountains&lt;br /&gt;and over the sea&lt;br /&gt;To find the heart that belongs to me&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere in thr world I go&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere 'til I find you&lt;br /&gt;I run through the valleys&lt;br /&gt;I run through the fields&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything, I am hard to please&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere in the world I go&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere 'til I find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the wind&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where my heart&lt;br /&gt;lead the way&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to love and&lt;br /&gt;hold onto&lt;br /&gt;But the road is long I've had my doubts&lt;br /&gt;And nothing lets me down&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know you're somewhere&lt;br /&gt;out there too&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me to get to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what the time will tell&lt;br /&gt;Cause love will make it worth it&lt;br /&gt;(for your, for you and me)&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what the others say&lt;br /&gt;Cause I will keep on searching&lt;br /&gt;And I go, and I go, and I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-284660084419353950?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/284660084419353950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/04/someday-ill-really-find-heart-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/284660084419353950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/284660084419353950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/04/someday-ill-really-find-heart-that.html' title='Someday, I&apos;ll really find the heart that belongs to me'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtmIwZDzR9w/TZfeuch4WFI/AAAAAAAAAQM/gA5MwRAc9pE/s72-c/bg-waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-714244952102767969</id><published>2011-03-23T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T11:59:58.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PS Repercussions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw3aXu7yCuI/TYpC9Ooo9hI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BXaIZo-X5K4/s1600/189999_212403952109655_100000201549229_985831_1900374_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw3aXu7yCuI/TYpC9Ooo9hI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BXaIZo-X5K4/s320/189999_212403952109655_100000201549229_985831_1900374_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587351907374528018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Mhadz and Fritz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bMbTORV8SGg/TYpC8x3hlbI/AAAAAAAAAP8/9aUQKC9uy8o/s1600/SP_A0949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bMbTORV8SGg/TYpC8x3hlbI/AAAAAAAAAP8/9aUQKC9uy8o/s320/SP_A0949.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587351899652330930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, memorizing my lines over and over again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-714244952102767969?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/714244952102767969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/03/ps-repercussions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/714244952102767969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/714244952102767969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/03/ps-repercussions.html' title='PS Repercussions'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw3aXu7yCuI/TYpC9Ooo9hI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BXaIZo-X5K4/s72-c/189999_212403952109655_100000201549229_985831_1900374_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-3761572100818743446</id><published>2011-03-20T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T06:24:17.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOSH treat</title><content type='html'>enjoyed the The Old Spaghetti House (TOSH) treat kanina sa Market. hehe, Thanks to Ate Kris M. sa treat! hehe&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I i made Bosson's song my LSS. Over the Mountains.. im so mesmerized by the song per se. I had to copy the lyrics on my phone and search for the song, hehe.. and i found it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4CBz6kJdGk/TYX9JIYtrRI/AAAAAAAAAP0/-g0Vt0-3ods/s1600/bolognese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4CBz6kJdGk/TYX9JIYtrRI/AAAAAAAAAP0/-g0Vt0-3ods/s320/bolognese.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586149246134758674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-3761572100818743446?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3761572100818743446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/03/tosh-treat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/3761572100818743446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/3761572100818743446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/03/tosh-treat.html' title='TOSH treat'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4CBz6kJdGk/TYX9JIYtrRI/AAAAAAAAAP0/-g0Vt0-3ods/s72-c/bolognese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-8561490572733466384</id><published>2011-03-13T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T05:24:38.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yah..! it has been so long since I posted something worth reading (or i thought would be worth reading). Im super busy! to the nth level of tiredness. Maybe less tired than it would be without the aid of my so-called groupmates. Obviously, im not referring to Vann Roy about those groupmates im talking about (If he is, then i wont be typing this laborious post anymore). Both in Project Study, Reports, Trainer and never ending tests. I also have to review for the test I had missed in ComSys last last week. Actually not just a test but a UNIT test (My Gosh!!). What's happening to me? this is not me anymore... Never I missed my test purposely. Though I'm absent..i always make up for the activity that I'd missed but lately.. its a different story. I'm TOTALLY-OUT-OF-FOCUS! Im so ashame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;d of that fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2273/2139243016_469b36ab68.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's new? (Probabaly what's old?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;@School &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, if your still asking for details just look at me, and witness how weird my condition is. I've been sick for almost four days since Thursday for something I do not know. Its like a flu-slash-nausea-slash-gruesome migraine-slash-extreme muscle pains-slash-i do not know anymore sickness, (Do you have any idea what's this? If you do just say it and I will be thanking you for that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It seems that I'm having a rare Carlism illness too, a disease that will make you lost track of time, make you unattended inside the pub and make you feel like going home early so as not to see Mr. Carl Martin Marquez (I prefer the whole name instead of Kuya Carl for "Em-Fa-Sis"). how stupid! Can't believe that i'm still posting something related to him-slash-her despite the vulnerability of relaying this post (intentional or unintentional) because of my pubmate and a part of EMT friend. Let's just call him Tobby to hide his true identity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tobby... if your reading this post, please try to secure every details of this post until I ask you to spill it out (that would be impossible). If unexpected happening occurs again (like open forum or sharing of thoughts), it would be advisable to keep everything out of the topic or bury the details deeply in your grave. (Special mention ka pa ha... secret lang to)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;@Pub&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is the Philippine Artisan Competitive and Qualifying Examination (COQUE), an examination given to all aspiring writers and qualified examinees for the Editorial Board and Staff Member for the next curriculum year. And I haven't making any initiative to review this time. Maybe the reason is because i'm still sick, but most likely i do not feel like taking COQUE this time (What? ---long pause)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't misunderstood my words. Its not like I don't want to be a writer anymore or to stay in PA, but I was thinking of making everything serious for my studies.(Is it wrong?) You heard my statements a while ago. Im not happy about what's happening in my studies. Surely, this is not the first time they heard this to me "I want to become an Engineer", and for me , its a lifetime career I chose from the beginning I enter the University. It's not that I regret entering the pub, and definitely I do not blame PA for having a failure mark on a minor subject of mine. Its because of Emerita Hinojales! (an insane chemical engineering technology professor)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While im typing this post, I stared blankly on screen again... because of headache and my dillema. But dont worry... I'll be taking COQUE tonight. And after I take my exam... I'll make sure I wont be worrying about my grades anymore because I'll bring back the old me in study... better than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://traumwerk.stanford.edu/archaeolog/ethics%20bowl%20notes.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Lovelife &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Im broken! (Is that a question?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who wouldn't feel broken, &lt;i&gt;ikaw ba naman magkaroon ka nang crush na malandi pa sayo&lt;/i&gt; (sorry for the term). Grrr! Its really annoying. And what's worst is that, he told us that he isn't gay but the way he talk about things and stuffs-we-do-not-need-to-elaborate-no-more shows that he is one ( And that's obviously a opposition to my belief). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The nerve! grrr... it's not that I hate homosexuals to death, but come on! Can't they distinguish the difference between what's right or wrong? (Maybe I'll become a laughing stock if they hear me talk this way and about this right or wrong matter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another thing is... The entire me is slowly being devoured by the thought that what they think is nauseating. People inside the pub always open things about homosexuality and their disgusting doings. I prefer to stay out of pub or go straight home early and do productive things than to listen to this stupid topics. &lt;b&gt;Maybe the problem is in me&lt;/b&gt;, I told you... I do not despise gays as long as they keep it to themselves and stop flirting about gay stuffs. &lt;b&gt;Maybe I'm the problem&lt;/b&gt;, for not opening my mind to this kind of ideals but heck, I'd rather not open my mind than to get used to this kind of wrong thinking. &lt;b&gt;Maybe I'm the BIGGEST problem&lt;/b&gt; for I read Bible, and I read books that makes my life feel relieved and ease, but never a single line... Even if I turn the whole book upside-down that i encounter that man-to-man sex is ACCEPTABLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Notice the sudden change in caps? That's because i'm really angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love my God and I love my friends too... I want them to live in the Glory of Him, and even if they think i'm suppressing their minds and prospectives, I will still continue to think this way even risking our friendship on the edge (Maybe they wont bother to this). Although my perspective would somehow cross the line and wont make them happy... It's nature. It's God's work... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 Corinthians 10:31 So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;@someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I enjoy your company, always and will always be...but don't get the wrong idea...honestly i'm sincerely sorry for not saying this to you for you were a good friend of mine. It's just that, I do not like the idea of sharing things (or someone) whom I think is very precious. Selfish as it may seem but this is the way I think. If you like him, just ask me... and I'll give it to you wholeheartedly because our friendship is more precious than any other guy. It hurts me more seeing you eyed my precious one without telling this to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Maybe I'll be telling you this sooner or later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That's it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.lln.crunchyroll.com/i/spire4/b12b4757dab8abfcaecef3bb1bd9def81243614546_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://img2.lln.crunchyroll.com/i/spire4/b12b4757dab8abfcaecef3bb1bd9def81243614546_full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodmorning na talaga! (4 am)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-8561490572733466384?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8561490572733466384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/03/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/8561490572733466384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/8561490572733466384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/03/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2273/2139243016_469b36ab68_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-3387852176996459686</id><published>2011-03-10T11:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T11:58:55.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burdened</title><content type='html'>I fell in love with someone I never expected to fall for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-3387852176996459686?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3387852176996459686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/03/burdened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/3387852176996459686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/3387852176996459686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/03/burdened.html' title='Burdened'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-1954289173774905131</id><published>2011-02-19T08:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T19:07:55.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am YOURS</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who am I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That the Lord of all the earth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Would care to know my name,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Would care to feel my hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know that Jesus died for all our sins. Crucified and cursed by many non-believers that HE is God the Father's Son. HE who is the majesty and above all things sent us his beloved son, Jesus Christ... to live with us and blessed us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God the Father, who created heaven and earth, created the vast universe and all gave His only son for us to follow...yet we failed to reciprocate the love and greatness he offered us by forsaking his son. Who would know that Jesus Christ, after all what we did to HIM saved us. The salvation HE offered for all our greediness and wrong doings lead HIM to his death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He's mighty and unreachable. Even the great waves and the highest peak of Everest bows to His feet, for HE is the Lord of all the Lord. But why does HE think so much of us? Why doesHE he loved us this much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That the bright and morning star,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Would choose to light the way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For my ever wandering heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After all what we had done, HE still offer us everything, HIS forgiveness despite our never ending failures and sin. HE light everything.. our needs and necessity in life. HE never failed to give me softness and broad mind. The endless smiles and sadness that molds me into who am I now and the life HE gave me to exist and be love by people around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YOU were so great! so great that even endless "THANK YOU" can never compensate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am a flower quickly fading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A vapor in the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The life that I experiencing in this sinful world, is all because of YOU. Thank you for the freedom and happiness i'm experiencing now. Thank you for every single day that passes me without a single smile on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know i'm not worthy of YOU... And any time if YOU wish to, this life you gave me might gone and disappear in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still you hear me when I'm calling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And you've told me who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What else could I say? YOU are so Holy that you still catch me whenever I fall. Though im not worthy of YOU, still call me by my name. And YOU love me for who i am. YOU hear me when I cry... when im asking for something... when everyone else left me, YOU'RE still here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YOU were so great! so great that even million liter of "TEARS" can never compensate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evzcBccswPo/TWCFZh909II/AAAAAAAAAPs/P5mmRQyH26g/s1600/night-clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evzcBccswPo/TWCFZh909II/AAAAAAAAAPs/P5mmRQyH26g/s320/night-clock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575603012345590914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-1954289173774905131?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1954289173774905131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-yours_5717.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1954289173774905131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1954289173774905131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-yours_5717.html' title='I am YOURS'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evzcBccswPo/TWCFZh909II/AAAAAAAAAPs/P5mmRQyH26g/s72-c/night-clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-4419560357151345379</id><published>2011-02-13T07:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T08:12:43.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artisan Night</title><content type='html'>hehe..krispy kreme treat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel like blogging this but im so tired. so for now, gonna leave this post first for future updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DyQ1ajFhrI8/TV_r1zGdusI/AAAAAAAAAPc/97flKVt_gtI/s1600/2125318477_236e67a21e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DyQ1ajFhrI8/TV_r1zGdusI/AAAAAAAAAPc/97flKVt_gtI/s320/2125318477_236e67a21e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575434173190879938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-4419560357151345379?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4419560357151345379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/02/artisan-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/4419560357151345379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/4419560357151345379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/02/artisan-night.html' title='Artisan Night'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DyQ1ajFhrI8/TV_r1zGdusI/AAAAAAAAAPc/97flKVt_gtI/s72-c/2125318477_236e67a21e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-7058798168498602210</id><published>2011-02-08T08:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T08:16:11.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings~~!</title><content type='html'>I want to learn how to play guitar~~! or enhance my piano skills...&lt;br /&gt;to be able to sing for God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QkVARfXnpLk/TV_slZliJcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/fgOjgtZIr0g/s1600/follow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QkVARfXnpLk/TV_slZliJcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/fgOjgtZIr0g/s320/follow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575434990975591874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-7058798168498602210?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7058798168498602210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/02/cravings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/7058798168498602210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/7058798168498602210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/02/cravings.html' title='Cravings~~!'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QkVARfXnpLk/TV_slZliJcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/fgOjgtZIr0g/s72-c/follow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-1622129608709629039</id><published>2011-01-29T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T08:10:02.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day With the Two of Us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May PS na ko!! (Yikes... im so happy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways...  Ive been blogging four consecutive days.... (nice achievement). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TUQODKNA1kI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tKUV_f8YzfU/s320/Photo_00003.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567590486778107458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanna share this cute day. I told you earlier that I hope that this day will be one of the cutest and it happened indeed. God never failed me to make my day blissful. I woke up late this morning. And its just on time for me to go to school and meet my PS groupmate. Although i was anticipating that Sicnarf would come, i never really think that he will really with us today. So its kinda...cute~~! (shocking!), and i arrived to school 15 minutes late and failed to see them waiting outside. Instead of waiting , i just went to Tenement and ate my breakfast-slash-lunch-to-be-meal, and i met blessie of BSECE. We talk for a little time and its kinda awkward since its been so long since we talk (After all she's not the same course as me). When i go back to school and wait beside the guard house. I saw them approaching me, of course i felt different. the first person i saw was Vann and the-undesirable-one, and Sicnarf with alex (yikes). Happy but i felt stiff on my place. then when we were about to turn, I saw Fritz waiting there, just a turn beside me (haha, thats funny that we don't see each other and were both wearing pink). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The road trip was kinda fun, alex beside Vann, Vann beside me, Me beside Fritz while Fritz beside Sicnarf. She's teasing me switching place with her (I wonder if Alex did heard it, but i think he did) and undesirable number one the opposite of us... and alone (lol, i kinda feel a bit pity for that. But i dont care no more). We talk about different things, Sicnarf shared that he worked part-time in jollibee and its kinda hard. Its really fun talking about it and so many things too. We rode an LRT train and there's so many passengers too, since its Saturday. We were all standing, and i realized that i was standing beside Sicnarf (Omo~~!), I felt a different atmosphere right there. Haha, kinda stiff but i can hear him well so as Vann and Fritz (I wonder if they notice that too.. but im hundred-one-percent sure they really are). Ive been wondering what its like to be a LRT train driver. the equipment and things, i just keep wondering and told them that i want to see one too. And he asked me to look outside for the trains in reversing line so that i could see the driver. I was standing near the door and i can feel him right beside me. As we  progress towards our destination, the number of people increases and i was standing really beside him. Super close. Wahhh.... I wanna jump outside for this so-called-trouble ive been experiencing,  i could sense myself feeling grateful for this. I keep smiling all the time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to Monumento. I dont know where part of Manila is it, but Fritz says its in Caloocan. I'll just trust her for that. we waited for an hour outside. Beggar-looking-engineering-students waiting for Juan Chan (the one who we wanted to meet). I expected him to be there when we arrived but i failed. hehe... I just waited right there together with the group. Its not that great sitting there, quite annoyed and keep asking to myself when the heck this Jun Chan coming back. We decided to eat ot Mcdonalds. haha, we just wanted to stay there but they had no plans purchasing something to eat. Haha, we looked for a perfect place to sit and we kept staring at each one, then laugh. What the heck are we going to eat here? There is this ten pesos sundae good for take out. Haha, its effin weird for us to buy the food inside when its only open to buyers outside (what? come again?). So we just ordered something different and switch places. Vann and I bought our foods. And i realized again that Sicnarf is right beside me again, i carefully eat without looking at him. I dont want to feel awkward while im with them. (hehe...weehh...). It was the topic that surely made us worry, Fritz, me and sicnarf still had the library books we borrow with us. That means the penalty for it is still ongoing. Wew, so much for that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went again to Jun Chan's apartment. This time, he was there waiting for us. We walk inside and pass a dark stairs leading up, Jun Chan's living on the third floor of the apartment. The steep of the stairs is kinda hard to get through. We went inside and we met Jun chan. He's like a weirdo in disguise. He likes making PS and its his hobby. He had so many ideas. And so we dont waste time anymore and ask for a possible PS. And we got one, a real one. Hehe. When we were done, we waited for Sicnarf's group outside and when they were done. We get outside, and its already dark, i cant see the path of the stairs below. I was confused looking down, and its kinda hard. And that's where the story went so good. sicnarf was there to assist me in walking down the stairs. He hold my right arm and we both walk down. (wee...hehe, smiling while typing).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;continuation ( February 8, 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha, its really funny when its been a week past since i started this post. I can still remember the details and what the scene looks like. We were on some kind of road trip from the place we had left to Monumento Station. Since the sky is really dark, my vision too had gone a little blurd (how absurd but i really hate this two eyes of mine). And the tiring feeling was doubled since im wearing a high heeled shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was about to cross the street; both annoyed cause im tired yet happy about Sicnarf's actions. It took me more time standing since the road signs tells red, and the vehicles were running fast. My other friends on the other hand had already crossed the path. I was shocked that Sicnarf is still there, both stranded and standing on the road side. And when the stop light indicates go, he accompanied me walking the street holding my arms. (Keke~~!! haha, weehhhh). Its quite overwhelming to be with him. He's so gentleman...really manly. Haha... its a great day. Many things happened in just a day, and i wont tell you the rest, its not that interesting compared to the rest that ive told you.~~! Best nyt ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-1622129608709629039?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1622129608709629039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-with-two-of-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1622129608709629039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1622129608709629039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-with-two-of-us.html' title='A Day With the Two of Us...'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TUQODKNA1kI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tKUV_f8YzfU/s72-c/Photo_00003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-2606474826592598038</id><published>2011-01-28T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T11:37:08.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeh thanks for the new Laptop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ahehe, i didnt expect myself having a laptop computer for myself, ( As if a computer shop owner that has 17 computers on run wants another one) but still im very grateful for having this. I wont be making overnight to our shop alone, away from kitchen and my bed. Hehe, now i can do everything all by myself here in my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, Its Toshiba Satellite L505.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TUOUMPjhBNI/AAAAAAAAAPA/c_kDICLLF38/s1600/toshiba-l505-5993-open_angle_front-450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TUOUMPjhBNI/AAAAAAAAAPA/c_kDICLLF38/s320/toshiba-l505-5993-open_angle_front-450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567456502414902482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3am, Saturday, January 29.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i posted to my facebook status "Tulog tulog din~~! goodnights,," And didnt expect him to comment on it. "tulog na...". Aww... that's effin sweet, makes my entire day complete even though im just an hour awake.Im writing this blog this 12:15 afternoon, and its gonna be a whole new cute day... He's just too cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TUOU45XbPVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/a4NEIxUeWx8/s1600/cute-cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TUOU45XbPVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/a4NEIxUeWx8/s320/cute-cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567457269552725330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-2606474826592598038?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2606474826592598038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/weeh-thanks-for-new-laptop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2606474826592598038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2606474826592598038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/weeh-thanks-for-new-laptop.html' title='Weeh thanks for the new Laptop'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TUOUMPjhBNI/AAAAAAAAAPA/c_kDICLLF38/s72-c/toshiba-l505-5993-open_angle_front-450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-2495216022918452449</id><published>2011-01-26T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T07:39:04.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4-man Army on Rush</title><content type='html'>Wew, its kinda hard to understand why does time past so fast when were not even to close to planning our things smoothly. And its gonna be tough for the four of us (Kuya Carl, Me, Kuya Jomar and Emer) since there were many OJT editors and (AWOL-like staff writers) roaming and nowhere to be seen. While others inside the campus vicinity are off no help, or cant give the desired support during times of hardships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hope things will go smoothly as before. The letter processing and everything especially the budget and speakers. Oh mi gush! its so exhausting by just imagining the whole situation. We can do this (Positive thinking from a pessimist person).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TUA_7Leb4pI/AAAAAAAAAOg/e3kH-8dTOH4/s1600/37245_1137621497185_1726820749_261049_3249305_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TUA_7Leb4pI/AAAAAAAAAOg/e3kH-8dTOH4/s320/37245_1137621497185_1726820749_261049_3249305_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566519425355211410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this blog ( well im not really writing since im typing), i count the number of days remaining. More or less 3 weeks left before the tentative date, its really late and alarming at this rate. Next Wednesday is gonna be February 2 already and the Opening of Sports Fest. Wah...Im doing my best. Both in studies and Pub at the same time. And I had to exert more effort for the the entire weekend to think of possible Project Study title. Its the most time and brain Cell killer subject i had ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thank Lord God for making my things good and i feel very blessed for that. I hope the TUPEG convention will gone smoothly too like what You did to my prayers. I love you Lord God. (^_^), I'll definitely give my best... if one of us cry and thought of quitting through the process, help them stand. If we feel hopeless, Give us Light. And if we feel scared, Hold us tight. I know You will always be with us, your loving sons. And always bring smiles to our lips in every single thing we do. I love You Lord God. Good night~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Im still doing my brother's presentation and almost done. Had scanned all the pictures needed for Arko and im positive that its layout will be done tomorrow by Emer since everything is here. As for Kuya Jomar's layout, well, still 4 pages left. I hope he too, could finish it tomorrow. And Kuya Carl and me will go to TESDA to canvass room rates at 1 pm (though I had my classes on Computer Systems). Help us Lord. Really good Night~~! (~_~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TUA_7QqG-RI/AAAAAAAAAOo/GQou_g4IkO4/s1600/37245_1137621537186_1726820749_261050_7523400_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TUA_7QqG-RI/AAAAAAAAAOo/GQou_g4IkO4/s320/37245_1137621537186_1726820749_261050_7523400_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566519426746349842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-2495216022918452449?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2495216022918452449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/4-man-army-on-rush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2495216022918452449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2495216022918452449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/4-man-army-on-rush.html' title='4-man Army on Rush'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TUA_7Leb4pI/AAAAAAAAAOg/e3kH-8dTOH4/s72-c/37245_1137621497185_1726820749_261049_3249305_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-6174442254123431763</id><published>2011-01-22T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T07:08:18.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda Rush...</title><content type='html'>Yay...im dread tired! I'll go finish this post first and continue this tomorrow. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-6174442254123431763?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6174442254123431763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/kinda-rush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/6174442254123431763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/6174442254123431763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/kinda-rush.html' title='Kinda Rush...'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-4447382726005790607</id><published>2011-01-21T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T11:37:43.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The way I loved You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TTmkz5vxBaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Eu7Rv4RJzN8/s1600/meg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 461px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TTmkz5vxBaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Eu7Rv4RJzN8/s320/meg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564660026174408098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wew, kaliligo lang ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Naambunan kasi. Hindi namanmasyadong basa sa ulan.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, wish ko kay Lord yun eh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-4447382726005790607?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4447382726005790607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/way-i-loved-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/4447382726005790607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/4447382726005790607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/way-i-loved-you.html' title='The way I loved You'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TTmkz5vxBaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Eu7Rv4RJzN8/s72-c/meg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-6235609749527030144</id><published>2011-01-19T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T06:06:21.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When People are Big and God is Small</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in this world I encountered a man who do not struggle with issues of peer pressure or fear of people, EVERYONE struggles with issues of "fear of people" or peer pressure, or whatever it is called. Those who deny it are fooling themselves or too proud to acknowledge it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the youth today were so busy needing friends and people that they forgot that they needed God more. In studies, they seek the help of a friend instead of seeking God first. In love, they look for love-experts-slash-adviser-slash-friend to help them cope up with their feelings instead of seeking God to help them get the right one. ~~! (under construction)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-6235609749527030144?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6235609749527030144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-people-are-big-and-god-is-small.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/6235609749527030144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/6235609749527030144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-people-are-big-and-god-is-small.html' title='When People are Big and God is Small'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-455597682593918040</id><published>2011-01-17T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:56:15.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be with you is where i want to be...</title><content type='html'>Cheezy much lah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-455597682593918040?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/455597682593918040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-be-with-you-is-where-i-want-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/455597682593918040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/455597682593918040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-be-with-you-is-where-i-want-to-be.html' title='To be with you is where i want to be...'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-3455537282300150810</id><published>2011-01-16T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T11:42:30.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of a Virgo Girl</title><content type='html'>i pretend that i don't care, but it makes me miss you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TTNI10zO8II/AAAAAAAAAOI/-99LdJO6SIM/s1600/pixelme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 413px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TTNI10zO8II/AAAAAAAAAOI/-99LdJO6SIM/s320/pixelme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562870054276493442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-3455537282300150810?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3455537282300150810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-day-of-virgo-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/3455537282300150810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/3455537282300150810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-day-of-virgo-girl.html' title='First Day of a Virgo Girl'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TTNI10zO8II/AAAAAAAAAOI/-99LdJO6SIM/s72-c/pixelme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-2904212682187279712</id><published>2011-01-15T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T16:14:48.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>International Astronomical Union Adds a New Zodiac? (For Real?) hehe</title><content type='html'>at affected pala ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a closer look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capricorn - Jan 20 to Feb 16&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius - Feb 16 to Mar 11&lt;br /&gt;Pisces - Mar 11 to Apr 18&lt;br /&gt;Aries - Apr 18 to May 13&lt;br /&gt;Taurus - May 13 to Jun 21&lt;br /&gt;Gemini - Jun 21 to Jul 20&lt;br /&gt;Cancer - Jul 20 to Aug 10&lt;br /&gt;Leo - Aug 10 to Sep 16&lt;br /&gt;Virgo - Sep 16 to Oct 30&lt;br /&gt;Libra - Oct 30 to Nov 23&lt;br /&gt;Scorpius - Nov 23 to Nov 29&lt;br /&gt;Ophiuchus - Nov 29 to Dec 17&lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius - Dec 17 to Jan 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The constellation Ophiuchus has been known about since ancient times, but you wouldn’t know it.It was never added to the Zodiac chart as astrologers said that the Sun went straight from Scorpius into Sagittarius, disregarding the fact that the sun travelled through Ophiuchus for 19 days before entering Sagittarius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically then what that means is that there is another sign! a lost sign. Serpentarius is it’s name which would bring us perhaps lots of Serpentariuns?( Serpents? parang HP lang huh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Sun’s apparent path has moved since 3000 years ago when astrology was born,” John Shobbrook, the manager of Australia National University’s Siding Spring observatory told Reuters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new sign is Ophiuchus, or the Serpent Bearer, whic falls between November 30 and December 18, placing it between Scorpio and Sagittarius. (panu ba yan i pronounce?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i wouldn't bother to freak myself again, Virgo na ako ? (Nakakagulat lang)  wew, im gonna miss being a Libra (I wish pwedeng baguhin yung Zodiac ko sa mga slum notes nung elementary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it doesn't matter being under one of this constellations stuff, or on how many times they change it or add Zodiacs. In my knowledge, God never created Zodiac Signs, since before (Kung meron man, eh di meron), It wouldn't be reliable to base your daily living looking for a copy of horoscope. Its just a man-made predictions made to sell itself to people. And as for the real thing, only God can bless us happiness, and those things we had today. Its up to us if we consider ourselves being lucky for having these blessings. Goodmorning!! (Patawa naman, meron palang ganitong organization (IAU?) at international pa pala ang mga ganitong bagay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with HIM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TTI4Y6t8PbI/AAAAAAAAANY/yYT9ZRr0uBs/s1600/zodiacs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TTI4Y6t8PbI/AAAAAAAAANY/yYT9ZRr0uBs/s320/zodiacs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562570490485947826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted in Facebook Notes recently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-2904212682187279712?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2904212682187279712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/international-astronomical-union-adds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2904212682187279712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2904212682187279712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/international-astronomical-union-adds.html' title='International Astronomical Union Adds a New Zodiac? (For Real?) hehe'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TTI4Y6t8PbI/AAAAAAAAANY/yYT9ZRr0uBs/s72-c/zodiacs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-7446883050446698006</id><published>2011-01-15T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T16:18:39.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Virgo Tendencies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Virgos are hardworking, reliable, logical and highly intellectual. Most have sharp minds and a strong work ethic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos have a knack for detail work and sorting and organizing both information and objects. They tend to compartmentalize things in their own minds and to view the world through an analytical lens. As a result, Virgos are rational, practical and adaptable. However, on the negative side, they have a tendency to fuss over little details and in some cases suffer from obsessions and compulsions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Practical Skills and Talents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Virgos have talents in science, linguistics or mathematics. They tend to excel in medicine, biology, nutritional science, editing, writing or accounting, and are often good at crossword puzzles and other word-related pursuits. Additional Virgo talents include design and research. Virgos are perfectionists and whatever they do, they need to do it thoroughly and get it exactly right or they feel dissatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diplomatic and Introverted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence, modesty and diplomacy enable Virgos to get along well with most people, though they like to spend time alone and may prefer the company of animals to that of people, unless they have many fire or air signs in their natal charts. Even the more extroverted Virgos will usually hang back in social situations until they’ve assessed the people around them. They don’t like to put themselves forward until they know what sort of people they’re dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cautious and Choosy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos are cautious in most of their endeavors. They like to examine all variables before making decisions, and they are slow to trust because they don’t like to be vulnerable. Because of this, Virgos don’t fall in love easily and they are very choosy about their mates and friends. They are drawn to people through intellectual curiosity rather than shallow physical attraction or passion. Virgos need intellectual stimulation, and will quickly grow bored in the company of those who make small talk rather than speaking of serious, important things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Virgo Child&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; These Virgo youngsters need a  great deal of affection and emotional support, because they are likely  to be shy and may have difficulty developing friendships. They are not  naturally competitive, and so may find it easier to give in to more  demanding playmates. Virgo children are often studious. Parents should  help their Virgo child develop an interest in at least one "cool"  activity to help them fit in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Virgo Lover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Virgo individuals may not be the most romantic, but they offer their  whole heart. There is no pretense involved in how they act or what they  say. Because they are loyal, Virgos are big on fidelity. They value more  than the superficial aspects of a love relationship, and they generally attract people with a similar belief system. Marriage is a major commitment; they value their union as both a love relationship and a working partnership.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Virgo Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  As a rule, shy, self-effacing Virgos have difficulty making friends;  they often lack the skills to bring people together. Virgos may also  lack self-confidence. Yet when they do make the effort, these people are  capable of achieving extraordinary things. Virgos are likely to keep  the same friends for years. Often, Virgos befriend someone with the  showy personality they themselves are uncomfortable assuming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frugal and Reliable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos are cautious with their money. They live frugally and don’t make frivolous expenditures, unless the ascendant falls in a more extravagant sign. Purchases are usually well thought out rather than made on a whim. Virgos deal with stress by working on things, making things, cleaning things or analyzing things rather than by shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos can be critical of others and incredibly hard on themselves. As a result, most can be relied on to keep their promises and fulfill their obligations, and they have little tolerance for those who cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fastidious and Health Conscious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos prefer to have exceptionally clean houses and clothing. Most shower or bathe and wash their hands more frequently than other people. They tend to take good care of their belongings and clothing, and dress somewhat conservatively or in comfortable, practical clothing rather than flashy outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos are health conscious and most follow modern research that relates to diet, nutrition, vitamins, and in some cases, herbology and naturopathic medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos are prone to worrying, agonizing over things, and in extreme cases, hypochondria or germ phobia. However, for the most part they show common sense in all health-related behaviors. Virgos have fluctuating health and under stress can suffer from anxiety attacks and digestive difficulties. Bad nerves are a common Virgo affliction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self-Sacrificing and Emotionally Secretive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos are very cool under pressure and thus are great people to have around in a crisis. Oddly enough, they actually deal better with adverse circumstances than minor irritations. Virgos have a strong desire to serve a good cause, and for this they can labor intensively, even for little reward. Many do charity or volunteer work, and others are drawn to medical, caretaking and rehabilitative jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos have a strong need to be needed and a talent for healing the sick, giving good practical advice and assistance, and solving problems for others. Their advice is usually worth following because it tends to be based on a thoughtful analysis of the pros and cons of a potential course of action rather than a knee-jerk emotional reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Endurance and Self-Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos are willing and able to take on difficult jobs. They have a lot of endurance and under the most traumatic of circumstances they can appear calm, cool and collected. Though most people wouldn’t guess it, many Virgos are actually quite anxious or self-conscious, but they maintain good poker faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo intellectual detachment prevents emotions from shaping actions, which usually keeps fights and destructive impulses to a minimum, unless the ascendant falls in a more passionate sign. However, this exceptional self control can make Virgos appear cold, and this perception is exacerbated by the Virgo ability to walk away from relationships suddenly without looking back. Because they tend not to show emotion or express their feelings openly, when Virgos are unhappy in a situation, their partners may not know until it is too late. And Virgos disentangle from people relatively easily, making the decision to go based on rationality and logic rather than emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Active and Fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos don’t usually gain an excessive amount of weight because they are always active, and they are inclined to exercise even if they don’t enjoy it because they are naturally health conscious and have plenty of willpower. They feel lazy if they are not doing something worthwhile at all times, despite the fact that they tend to achieve far more than most people over the course of any given day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Virgos are fussy about food, eating sparingly or only very specific foods. Food sensitivities and aversions often prevent them from eating as much junk food as those of other signs. As a result, most stay relatively slim and fit throughout their lives, unless the ascendant is in a more self-indulgent sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I find it interesting to post this new tendencies of mine... New Zodiac, New Life?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TTI5PF3O9qI/AAAAAAAAANg/4KMWstiJcmk/s1600/332739-2283-40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TTI5PF3O9qI/AAAAAAAAANg/4KMWstiJcmk/s320/332739-2283-40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562571421190649506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-7446883050446698006?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7446883050446698006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-virgo-tendencies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/7446883050446698006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/7446883050446698006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-virgo-tendencies.html' title='My Virgo Tendencies...'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TTI5PF3O9qI/AAAAAAAAANg/4KMWstiJcmk/s72-c/332739-2283-40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-8657642179066623785</id><published>2011-01-12T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T13:44:14.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An avid fan of the classics...</title><content type='html'>knock knock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hus der...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mahal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal hu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal pangako sa iyo hnd mgbbgo ikaw lng ang﻿ iibigin ko......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha Korni... &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TS4gcFyb6CI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tcPZ-JXsuzM/s320/2chtlja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561418256811288610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-8657642179066623785?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8657642179066623785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/avid-fan-of-classics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/8657642179066623785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/8657642179066623785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/avid-fan-of-classics.html' title='An avid fan of the classics...'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TS4gcFyb6CI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tcPZ-JXsuzM/s72-c/2chtlja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-4437748042898102883</id><published>2011-01-10T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:26:04.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Third Term</title><content type='html'>well... its quite exhausting and boring somehow. i enjoyed the company of my alliance as well as emer. The others... i just dont care. omo~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to share this song. I loved the lyrics the first time i heard it. so sweet but heart broken. Theme song for God of Study. Well i do love this story too... funny lah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Yeon's Rolling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_sI9x_X4zqk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_sI9x_X4zqk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-4437748042898102883?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4437748042898102883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-day-of-third-term.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/4437748042898102883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/4437748042898102883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-day-of-third-term.html' title='First day of Third Term'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-6667306780208761718</id><published>2011-01-05T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T13:05:44.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>The Things In Between :&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New faces all over campus. So many innocent-looking kiddos looking lost ( also confused old students in the enrollment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm up at 2.44am writing this bloody long-abandoned blog. Well, it cant be helped, im dread bored here. Doing my blueprint plates to the best of my effort). The past 4 consecutive days was like hell for me, being stay up late and being sleep deprived. Tomorrow's gonna be our pub. meeting and i doubt if i will stay will them to enjoy. Well, i tried my best..im almost done. Only few polishings left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More  events to come. Dammit I've somehow managed to get myself involved,  when I've been telling myself to drop it all. School better have my certs  ready. =P Shocks... its getting closer. Oh.. My Fourth year days will come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My blood pressure is normal at 120 -  60. Despite my classmates' ( alliance ) claims that I'm  killing myself with food, I'm living on a much healthier level than  them (well not lately,). Bluek~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekend nights in School is eerily quiet. Some say at midnight, screams can be heard as if people jumping off buildings. My say, oh really? well i do really hope to see those shouting people at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should stop talking now. But heck, I'm typing, so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, im so tired!! Grr...i just wanna scream and sleep and rest for a couple of hours but i cant. This is just a break (long break actually), and i'll be back to my work very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NP&gt;&gt;&gt; IU's Good Day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm running out of juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think I should go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sleep but to CONTINUE MY WORK. off here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Til next post then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TSTc8GQX-vI/AAAAAAAAANI/wGFoIRI5BA8/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TSTc8GQX-vI/AAAAAAAAANI/wGFoIRI5BA8/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558810765111589618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-6667306780208761718?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6667306780208761718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/6667306780208761718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/6667306780208761718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TSTc8GQX-vI/AAAAAAAAANI/wGFoIRI5BA8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-1697403998784035859</id><published>2011-01-05T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T12:45:20.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwede ba ko mainis?</title><content type='html'>I always try my best to speak profoundly…choosing every word of mine indifferently. But now I want to try things differently…inspired by a friend of mine. I’ll scream everything my heart suppressed for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiinis ako kahit di naman dapat. Gusto ko ako din, ako lang… at wala ka nang titingnang iba kung hindi ako lang.Masama ba yon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malungkot, kasi hindi naman talaga dapat lumalalim pa ang pagtingin, alam ko naman nung una pa lang iba nang nasa puso mo. Para lang akong isang manok na gustong lumipad ‘sing taas nang langit pero di maabot. Nag-aasam na maging hangin, tubig at lahat sa buhay mo. Alam ko naman na hindi ako. Ewan ko ba? ….. ewan ko nga ba talaga? O nagbubulagbulagan pa rin ako. Kahit alam kong mali, sinubok ko pa rin. Pinilit paniwalain ang sarili na pwede pa, hindi ko lang halata kasi parang hindi naman. Sa totoo lang, iniisip ko pa lang na minsan sa buhay mo ginusto mo siya, nalulungkot ako. Samantalang ako, may mahabang minsan sa buhay ko na pinangarap ko pansinin mo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuliro no? Alam ko naman na di dapat pinipilit pa rin.... Minsan naiisip ko parang di tama. Bakit lagi na lang hindi pwede? Kung kelan pakiramdam ko eto na yun. Nakakainis talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H'wag hanapin ang pag-ibig.. ito'y darating sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Nakakalungkot no? Pwede ba ko mainis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TSTV9fE_sVI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ylSBHM0nYR0/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TSTV9fE_sVI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ylSBHM0nYR0/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558803092373221714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-1697403998784035859?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1697403998784035859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/pwede-ba-ko-mainis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1697403998784035859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1697403998784035859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/pwede-ba-ko-mainis.html' title='Pwede ba ko mainis?'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TSTV9fE_sVI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ylSBHM0nYR0/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-236043278905290531</id><published>2011-01-01T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T02:04:47.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>Well... its been a nice new year treat. We celebrated it peacefully.. no small trumpets, no fireworks, no firecrackers... just mere peace and loads of foods. Hehe i really enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Years Resolution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think if this one is counted as resolution or just a petty self promise but &lt;blockquote&gt;i will not be a perfect person but a better person in any ways.&lt;/blockquote&gt;its way good than promising i wont be like that or like this...blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TR7x1HJW4FI/AAAAAAAAAMw/whyowzEaMS4/s1600/emt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 446px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TR7x1HJW4FI/AAAAAAAAAMw/whyowzEaMS4/s320/emt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557144884975427666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-236043278905290531?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/236043278905290531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/236043278905290531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/236043278905290531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TR7x1HJW4FI/AAAAAAAAAMw/whyowzEaMS4/s72-c/emt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-6656276349788854432</id><published>2010-12-27T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T07:00:13.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mas mahirap ka pang maintindihan kaysa sa lahat ng math na napagdaanan ko.. . .ang h¡rap nman isipin na kunwar¡ di kita iniisip.. . . (*_?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-6656276349788854432?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6656276349788854432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/12/mas-mahirap-ka-pang-maintindihan-kaysa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/6656276349788854432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/6656276349788854432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/12/mas-mahirap-ka-pang-maintindihan-kaysa.html' title=''/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-731203149956014079</id><published>2010-12-23T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T03:15:51.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loathings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAM3vD-VZTA/TQ2y9ExuImI/AAAAAAAAB6o/HCW2yD5fvY0/s400/tumblr_lcqpmdsKpI1qe8etto1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552290677941740130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh from Vacation and tomorrow's gonna be Christmas  eve.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Pagbilao and visited my father's side relatives, its so damn hot there.&lt;br /&gt;Yikes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many loathings to share when i was gone.  Ive been betrayed. Plastics everywhere... I really hate it. So many backstabbers and pretending to be a friend of yours. Beware... some of them are laughing when your in front of them as if true but behind your back stabbing you with words.  You just want to wish you can depend yourself during these times or else... you'll burst into tears because of self pity. I really hate you!! them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Christmas is in a few days time :D&lt;br /&gt;I am currently preparing some Christmas gifts for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt; friends ;)&lt;br /&gt;And for those who were not, be prepared, i really hate them... im so betrayed!! Grrr!&lt;br /&gt;I can feel that my holidays are quite packed and I really wish that I can sleep for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(254, 255, 142); color: rgb(255, 114, 157);"&gt;Maybe if you saw me today, you'd see me in a different way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(254, 255, 142); color: rgb(255, 114, 157);"&gt;See me in another light and love me whatever my height&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-731203149956014079?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/731203149956014079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/12/loathings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/731203149956014079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/731203149956014079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/12/loathings.html' title='Loathings'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAM3vD-VZTA/TQ2y9ExuImI/AAAAAAAAB6o/HCW2yD5fvY0/s72-c/tumblr_lcqpmdsKpI1qe8etto1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-3805622154956080543</id><published>2010-11-29T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T03:56:58.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album Bash</title><content type='html'>Hehe, My David Archie's complete album tracks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;David Archuleta's Music Collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TPOR2oEDGBI/AAAAAAAAAMc/MMbN_yF4xrA/s1600/woot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TPOR2oEDGBI/AAAAAAAAAMc/MMbN_yF4xrA/s320/woot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544935933876574226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;David Archuleta: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?it00dz509ly3pxw"&gt;The Other Side of Down.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;David Archuleta: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ygzy4yq22wg"&gt;Something About Love.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;David Archuleta: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ffvr1fsavp23jdt"&gt;Elevator.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;David Archuleta: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?80e6u4kz3ucwqw2"&gt;Stomping The Roses.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;David Archuleta: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?3ce98u8f8i8q8k5"&gt;Who I Am.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;David Archuleta: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?d326dzw27231bdd"&gt;Falling Stars.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;David Archuleta: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?hiln4ikdz1liq29"&gt;Parachutes and Airplanes.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;David Archuleta: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?do6e6ufc9932v2b"&gt;Look Around.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;David Archuleta: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?izbxucp9uwasu5k"&gt;Complain.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;David Archuleta: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?laht0rz60bqzj2h"&gt;Things Are Gonna Get Better.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;David Archuleta: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?wr00wk4pimg9t90"&gt;My Kind Of Perfect.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book: A Course in Electrical Engineering&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;Power Systems: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/A%20Course%20in%20Electrical%20Engineering"&gt;A Course in Electrical Engineering.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taylor Swift's Music Collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TPOSoOyuuQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/T6I3mSEq0kw/s1600/taylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 331px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TPOSoOyuuQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/T6I3mSEq0kw/s320/taylor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544936786086508802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;Taylor Swift: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?m8q4d2qvqljnglx"&gt;Mine.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;Taylor Swift: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?3fu5e9f3ekpny9n"&gt;Sparks Fly.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;Taylor Swift: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?5qum4amwoannvsv"&gt;Back to December.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;Taylor Swift: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?wqrvo7ljjoxgn12"&gt;Speak Now.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;Taylor Swift: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?4lbsfvcogb85l9d"&gt;Dear John.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;Taylor Swift: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ee5egeb1zxgejgp"&gt;Mean.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;Taylor Swift: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?af7ap8oqhbacovc"&gt;The Story Of Us.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;Taylor Swift: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?8owb9iipn2778c2"&gt;Never Grow Up.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;Taylor Swift: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ivdxcv64solqr72"&gt;Enchanted.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;Taylor Swift: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?wz872s61x16omyo"&gt;Haunted.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;Taylor Swift: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?yx3y3615028ip82"&gt;Innocent.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;Taylor Swift: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ivdxcv64solqr72"&gt;Long Live.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;Taylor Swift: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?0813zifbhotcmhi"&gt;Last Kiss.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;Taylor Swift: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?u6vpn4tfdkdize9"&gt;Better Than Revenge.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-3805622154956080543?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3805622154956080543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/album-bash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/3805622154956080543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/3805622154956080543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/album-bash.html' title='Album Bash'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TPOR2oEDGBI/AAAAAAAAAMc/MMbN_yF4xrA/s72-c/woot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-94506348265944222</id><published>2010-11-23T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T13:28:42.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu kaya yun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm... As usual, late again. I had to skipped the first class cause i woke up late. Almost 12 noon, when i remember my brother whose about to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happenings~~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, im obviously annoyed about the idea of my professor asking me to go in front and explain the whole 10-problems-assignment in class. I think its quite unfair, since its our class assignment, and why am i the only one explaining it. I don't have breakfast since i went to school when the class started, and i'm feeling sick at that time. I asked my professor if i could go outside for a while and then i pray alone. Hoping that i wont mess my whole explanation time. Lol, I'm terribly nervous by that time, that i don't want to go back to our room again to continue explaining again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon, right after the class ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately headed to PA~~nothing  special, its routinary on my part when i met *** while i was walking in the pathway. Immediately, i pretended that i dont see him, and glance my eyes away, trying to divert attention. Im a little bit jolly that time, happy that the class ended at last. And so like i did, he do the same too... he tried to walk different path even if it means walking through the bushes of a plant. Lol, i laughed at that scene really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't speak to each other normally since my classmates tease me so much, making awkward ambiance again. That's good then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening, PA office with Emer and Ysce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely recognized council officers making their stop to their office during breaks and after-classes. I'm used to it already that i barely notice that someone is staying there... lol its *** again. Im singing total eclipse of the heart like a freak when i saw his silhouette making his exit but not noticing me ( i dont think so). And so when i gone home with Emer, i still manage to see his presence. Duh~~!! what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my whole Nuclear Power Plant presentation the entire night until this morning. Now its already 6am in my wristwatch, still not having a decent sleep. I need to review this and that so i wont end up messing my report. Gossh!! Im freaking nervous again like its the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck~~! (*_*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOwx2SUkY7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/kIqFqkCBHuE/s1600/love_quotes_graphics_c2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 392px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOwx2SUkY7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/kIqFqkCBHuE/s320/love_quotes_graphics_c2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542860050087044018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-94506348265944222?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/94506348265944222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/nu-kaya-yun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/94506348265944222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/94506348265944222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/nu-kaya-yun.html' title='Nu kaya yun?'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOwx2SUkY7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/kIqFqkCBHuE/s72-c/love_quotes_graphics_c2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-5114637950063170953</id><published>2010-11-18T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T05:13:58.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awoot~~!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The C++ thing bugged me this afternoon. The Program given is so tricky, espe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOUeQ21UXCI/AAAAAAAAAME/GW0-RNQqceE/s1600/apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOUeQ21UXCI/AAAAAAAAAME/GW0-RNQqceE/s320/apple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540868191495150626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-5114637950063170953?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5114637950063170953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/awoot-c-thing-bugged-me-this-afternoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/5114637950063170953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/5114637950063170953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/awoot-c-thing-bugged-me-this-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOUeQ21UXCI/AAAAAAAAAME/GW0-RNQqceE/s72-c/apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-1027462714491082912</id><published>2010-11-17T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T07:38:09.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayss....</title><content type='html'>kainis, lagi kami talo (~_~). Joke lang. As if naman diba? haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-1027462714491082912?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1027462714491082912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/hayss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1027462714491082912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1027462714491082912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/hayss.html' title='Hayss....'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-2059694866185109685</id><published>2010-11-15T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:20:23.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is WELL with my SOUL</title><content type='html'>As i move forward to the life, God has given me enough strength and will to continue my pace. Knowing what awaits me time by time, he always guide me and pushes me to everything that will leads me to a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptations and all works of evil. Lord God, keep those things away from me. As your daughter i'll follow your words. CAuse in my heart you  will always be my savior, my sanctuary, my life and everything. 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width: 418px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOIgzeMQwRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Anql0rlJjWc/s320/148446_1218395156476_1726820749_408049_5653993_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540026560269041938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will always be me... the Newborn God's daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-2059694866185109685?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2059694866185109685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-is-well-with-my-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2059694866185109685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2059694866185109685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-is-well-with-my-soul.html' title='It is WELL with my SOUL'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOIgzeMQwRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Anql0rlJjWc/s72-c/148446_1218395156476_1726820749_408049_5653993_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-7237871971927641196</id><published>2010-11-14T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T09:26:42.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"the person who gives you unexplained happiness will always be the reason for your unexplained sadness..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!!, that's all i can say. If you find happiness in others' company, you should be thankful for experiencing this...not bragging about those stupid sadness. As we all know, sadness is also part of mind setting, why don't we just live our life to the fullest. And if one day, we find the thing that let us burst into tears, be thankful... without it, you can never be able to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;@ate criss ann&lt;/span&gt;~~! Ndi din po ako naniniwala sa quote na yan. Pang adik lang.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happenings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Yep, i made it come to Sir Roldan's class uber late. So what? At least im not absent.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, my head ached so much, instead of going to SMB with Kuya Jomar, i headed to my home and get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a heavy traffic in the afternoon i headed to TUP again ( for presswork of course). Haha, i chilled my hair up, cause i'm annoyed with the hair strands covering my face. Of course, like any other press nighttimes, we bought our snacks outside and this time, its in Triumps' Mini Stop. Haha, Emer, is quite annoying that night, making our shopping a little harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some few editings and lay-outings, since the other articles are not yet polished. We still had to colaborate, but overall, its a success. I went home 3pm last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday afternoon, i went to CIF again. When i got home, i immediately started my CAD Works to be passed tomorrow. I downloaded the Novapdf application as well as the Visio Technical 2007 instead of using the AutoCAD (I'll just transfer it there when i have time).&lt;br /&gt;6pm of the same day, i went to a Catholic Church in Tenement again to meet my EMT pips. I arrived a little earlier to our call time. But we still manage to glimpse the last mass. Im with Tobby, and i saw Emer after he had his choir affiliates. It was a great day! Thanks for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loaded my phone worth 60 pesos to register myself to 20 minutes call + unlimited text for 5 days. This is to call my classmates for the illumination formulas and to finish my works. Sadly, my PC restarted, when im about to finished it. Good thing patience come my way and i coolly  made it again from the start. Haha.. and i've finished it!! im so happy. Here's the links...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;Illumination Computations: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?jdbvfvbf0v1d1ed"&gt;Design1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;Visio Works Word: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?j85x1rp25j9cfb9"&gt;Design2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;Visio Works PDF: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?7d46c29z19h2ftz"&gt;Design3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv116/aiko94/bullet2.gif" /&gt;Visio Works 2007: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?fmprn8tc2b0hcki"&gt;Design4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Floor Plan : First Floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOAaOio0R7I/AAAAAAAAALM/ZxjZ_kICi7g/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOAaOio0R7I/AAAAAAAAALM/ZxjZ_kICi7g/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539456378784204722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Floor Plan : Second Floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOAaPEJoygI/AAAAAAAAALU/f8Ls5rSE228/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOAaPEJoygI/AAAAAAAAALU/f8Ls5rSE228/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539456387780233730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Power Layout : First Floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOAaQeHqasI/AAAAAAAAALs/khdinEEQtV4/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOAaQeHqasI/AAAAAAAAALs/khdinEEQtV4/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539456411931142850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Power Layout: Second Floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOAaXVOxCyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8_DLw-1DgWs/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOAaXVOxCyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8_DLw-1DgWs/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539456529804102434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lighting Layout: First Floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOAaPVAYa0I/AAAAAAAAALc/wk3JFeK6SO8/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOAaPVAYa0I/AAAAAAAAALc/wk3JFeK6SO8/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539456392304814914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lighting Layout: Second Floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOAaP03WDpI/AAAAAAAAALk/9aE2Lq2L-6c/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOAaP03WDpI/AAAAAAAAALk/9aE2Lq2L-6c/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539456400856845970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-7237871971927641196?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7237871971927641196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/7237871971927641196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/7237871971927641196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-happy.html' title='So Happy'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TOAaOio0R7I/AAAAAAAAALM/ZxjZ_kICi7g/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-8564505317836244338</id><published>2010-11-10T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T09:03:13.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry blog, i have no time to make new blog posts ever since this month started. Anyways... im super BUSY. As in Super... So many things to do, stuffs to work and at the same time, balance my time while in the publication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happenings~~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we had the Italian Week started, but im not an avid fan of it so i participated on it. Besides, i still have my reports to finish and to review for tonnes of Quizzes and Unit Test. Oh my~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have three reports to do. Two for Power Systems and 1 for Instrumentation. I also have to make another dwelling design for 500 square meter lot and do it in Auto CAD or MEP. I want so much time so that i can finish everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile. I found myself crying while i was on my perch to ride in a jeepney. I was doing my report last night, and when i took a break of 5 minutes for a bit nap, IT WAS ALREADY 6AM!! Can you imagine that? I still have my Unit Tests on Machines and Power Systems but i don't even know a single formula. Good thing, the afternoon test was canceled because my professor is absent. And i really hate my teacher for having two sets of examinations with unfair distribution of questions. She gave me the more difficult set of test, while others feel so comfortable solving the set B. Hays..its really unfair Lord. What's wrong with that girl?, making her subject difficult and ruining our lives. I feel pity for my classmates and also me for not having a decent sleep this past few days (but i doubt if some really did sleep). God, it really feels like were having our final examinations, lagi na lang may tests. Nakakagulat na kapag nawalan kami ng isa sa isang araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like quitting Artisan last night when i was doing my report, still have things to do, and on Friday we still have our press work. I don't know, I'm really tired but i still need to study. Wahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, i feel like dying at this point of time, please help me. I always love studying and at the same time be at the publication. I'll promise to do my best. And thank you for being there when i feel like stopping. Your always there to help me during my troubled times. I always love you and sorry if i have done anything wrong ( i know i always do). For my classmates and my friends who experience the same thing as me. Best luck!! we can do this...! Nyts~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue: I missed the most exciting program of the Italian week since i was with my pub mates playing DOTA. Haha, the Mr. Bebot pageant, i feel sorry for my friend, i didn't manage to cheer him up. but i always hoped he'll win. Isn't that enough? haha...&lt;br /&gt;Here at the pics, credits to my ECE friends for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TNrPXQKMj9I/AAAAAAAAALE/kDCkrXKoKNw/s1600/149455_1522321744707_1434484962_31631376_1216916_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TNrPXQKMj9I/AAAAAAAAALE/kDCkrXKoKNw/s320/149455_1522321744707_1434484962_31631376_1216916_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537966690187120594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TNrPWgVoWEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rBpsvZRIdqI/s1600/75723_1522321104691_1434484962_31631375_3324890_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TNrPWgVoWEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rBpsvZRIdqI/s320/75723_1522321104691_1434484962_31631375_3324890_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537966677350176834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TNrPWNs1q8I/AAAAAAAAAK0/vTBQD7qDNRw/s1600/73249_1522324344772_1434484962_31631387_4379849_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TNrPWNs1q8I/AAAAAAAAAK0/vTBQD7qDNRw/s320/73249_1522324344772_1434484962_31631387_4379849_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537966672347245506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-8564505317836244338?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8564505317836244338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/exhausting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/8564505317836244338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/8564505317836244338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/exhausting.html' title='Exhausting'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TNrPXQKMj9I/AAAAAAAAALE/kDCkrXKoKNw/s72-c/149455_1522321744707_1434484962_31631376_1216916_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-5332597746498889680</id><published>2010-10-30T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T03:13:47.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whooahh!! Im Taemin Lover</title><content type='html'>i've collected pictures of Taeminsshi a while ago. I've enjoyed it of course, being able to get as many pictures as i want is way great than solving circuit problems. I effin love this guy... so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My favorite pic ever!! haha... cute ne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvta5jB0FI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/G05_zG5_cQg/s1600/if10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvta5jB0FI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/G05_zG5_cQg/s320/if10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533777613534908498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvtbGpc61I/AAAAAAAAAKE/VsU2EsZkZ3Y/s1600/ktr13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 433px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvtbGpc61I/AAAAAAAAAKE/VsU2EsZkZ3Y/s320/ktr13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533777617051511634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvta8MYZJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hJBh5OUU9Z8/s1600/ktr8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvta8MYZJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hJBh5OUU9Z8/s320/ktr8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533777614245225618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvtaqqTvzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/woqAqm2-RE4/s1600/cf5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvtaqqTvzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/woqAqm2-RE4/s320/cf5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533777609538912050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvtafU0G9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/H1P-akM8Dwk/s1600/cc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 371px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvtafU0G9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/H1P-akM8Dwk/s320/cc3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533777606495968210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvvTvkd7vI/AAAAAAAAAKs/R-7LgoL8lMM/s1600/rb16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvvTvkd7vI/AAAAAAAAAKs/R-7LgoL8lMM/s320/rb16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533779689620762354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvvTiHu_dI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RMYsUPYvMrg/s1600/nnb13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvvTiHu_dI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RMYsUPYvMrg/s320/nnb13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533779686010584530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvvS5OJMfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1v0bo5lybUE/s1600/nnb12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvvS5OJMfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1v0bo5lybUE/s320/nnb12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533779675031613938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvvS_VWnDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7QTugU9A1NM/s1600/lw6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvvS_VWnDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7QTugU9A1NM/s320/lw6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533779676672465970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvvSdMu5gI/AAAAAAAAAKM/zXMy3fzB5Fg/s1600/lw4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvvSdMu5gI/AAAAAAAAAKM/zXMy3fzB5Fg/s320/lw4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533779667509503490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...super cute!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-5332597746498889680?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5332597746498889680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/whooahh-im-taemins-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/5332597746498889680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/5332597746498889680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/whooahh-im-taemins-lover.html' title='Whooahh!! Im Taemin Lover'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TMvta5jB0FI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/G05_zG5_cQg/s72-c/if10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-653787322620988856</id><published>2010-10-16T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T08:27:27.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MNET Top 100 Flower Boys Rankings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MNET Top 100 Flower Boys Rankings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Mnet Ranking was conducted to choose among all the male, top 100 guys who are flower boys.&lt;br /&gt;The results are out, check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Lee Minho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kang Dong Won&lt;br /&gt;3. Kim Bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Yoongwoong Jaejoong (DBSK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Matsumoto Jun (Arashi)&lt;br /&gt;6. Kim Hyunjoong (SS501)&lt;br /&gt;7. Nick Khun&lt;br /&gt;8. Jung Il Woo&lt;br /&gt;9. Oguri Shun&lt;br /&gt;10. Jo In Sung&lt;br /&gt;11. Moon Mason&lt;br /&gt;12. Joo Ji Hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;13. Vic Zhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14. Taemin (SHINee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Lee Yong Dae&lt;br /&gt;16. Micky Yoochun (DBSK)&lt;br /&gt;17. Akanishi Jin (Kat-tun)&lt;br /&gt;18. Kim Jae Wook&lt;br /&gt;19. Yamashita Tomohisa/Yamapi (NewS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20. Jang Geun Suk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Minho (SHINee)&lt;br /&gt;22. Heechul (Super Junior)&lt;br /&gt;23. Boyd Holbrook (model)&lt;br /&gt;24. Kim Yo-Han&lt;br /&gt;25. Lee Jun Ki&lt;br /&gt;26. Ji Seung Jun (Shoot Dori)&lt;br /&gt;27. Andrea Goldberg (Model)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;28. Kibum (Super Junior)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Ji Hyun Woo&lt;br /&gt;30. Yoo Seung Ho&lt;br /&gt;31. Choikang Changmin (DBSK)&lt;br /&gt;32. Tamaki Hiroshi&lt;br /&gt;33. Yoo Ah In&lt;br /&gt;34. Hongki (FT Island)&lt;br /&gt;35. Mokomichi Hayami&lt;br /&gt;36. TOP (Big Bang)&lt;br /&gt;37. Hyunbin&lt;br /&gt;38. Lee Seung Gi&lt;br /&gt;39. Gaspard Ulliel&lt;br /&gt;40. Kamenashi Kazuya (KAT-TUN)&lt;br /&gt;41. Sungmin (Super Junior)&lt;br /&gt;42. Hwang Kidong&lt;br /&gt;43. Teppei Koike (WAT)&lt;br /&gt;44. Lee Dong Wook&lt;br /&gt;45. Mun Sungmin&lt;br /&gt;46. Ricky Kaka&lt;br /&gt;47. Se7en&lt;br /&gt;48. Jung Eui Chul&lt;br /&gt;49. Tsumabuki Satoshi&lt;br /&gt;50. U-know Yunho (DBSK)&lt;br /&gt;51. G-Dragon (Big Bang)&lt;br /&gt;52. Zac Efron&lt;br /&gt;53. Lee Dong Gun&lt;br /&gt;54. Miura Haruma&lt;br /&gt;55. Im Joo Hwan&lt;br /&gt;56. Nicholas Holt&lt;br /&gt;57. Cheon Jeong Myeong&lt;br /&gt;58. Kim Hyungjoon (SS501)&lt;br /&gt;59. Park Tae Hwan&lt;br /&gt;60. Ryan Curry&lt;br /&gt;61. Shin Min Cheol&lt;br /&gt;62. Mitchell Scott Hewer&lt;br /&gt;63. Kyuhyun (Super Junior)&lt;br /&gt;64. Mingus Lucien Reedus&lt;br /&gt;65. Kim Hyesung&lt;br /&gt;66. Donghae (Super Junior)&lt;br /&gt;67. Kim Dong Wook&lt;br /&gt;68. Joe Cheng&lt;br /&gt;69. Fredrik Stenman&lt;br /&gt;70. Joseph McManners&lt;br /&gt;71. Park Hae Jin&lt;br /&gt;72. Siwon (Super Junior)&lt;br /&gt;73. Kim Jung Hoon&lt;br /&gt;74. Matsuda Shota&lt;br /&gt;75. Kim Joon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;76. Nu Min Woo (Trax)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Baek Ji hoon&lt;br /&gt;78. Chase Crawford&lt;br /&gt;79. Baek Seung Hyun&lt;br /&gt;80. Onew (SHINee)&lt;br /&gt;81. Evan Yoo&lt;br /&gt;82. Toma Ikuta&lt;br /&gt;83. Hong Jong Hyun&lt;br /&gt;84. Jonghun (FT Island)&lt;br /&gt;85. John G Weir&lt;br /&gt;86. Song Joong Ki&lt;br /&gt;87. DumboEita lol jk.&lt;br /&gt;88. Kim Si Hoo&lt;br /&gt;89. Robert Pattinson&lt;br /&gt;90. Lee Wan&lt;br /&gt;91. Sung Je (Supernova)&lt;br /&gt;92. Lee Hyun Jin&lt;br /&gt;93. Matt Anderso (pemain volli)&lt;br /&gt;94. Jinwoon (2AM)&lt;br /&gt;95. Jiro Wang (Fahrenheit)&lt;br /&gt;96. Chris (Battle)&lt;br /&gt;97. Ben Barnes&lt;br /&gt;98. Kim Min Seok&lt;br /&gt;99. Taegoon&lt;br /&gt;100. Lee Hae Woo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-653787322620988856?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/653787322620988856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/mnet-top-100-flower-boys-rankings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/653787322620988856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/653787322620988856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/mnet-top-100-flower-boys-rankings.html' title='MNET Top 100 Flower Boys Rankings'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-1693677318904704041</id><published>2010-10-14T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:03:28.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my day~~! So special</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/happy_birthday/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/happy_birthday/images/bxx.gif" alt="thnx for the gift omma" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-1693677318904704041?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1693677318904704041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-my-day-so-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1693677318904704041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1693677318904704041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-my-day-so-special.html' title='This is my day~~! So special'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-8920810703431352927</id><published>2010-10-13T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T08:17:12.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes...</title><content type='html'>hehe... i love this day! Omo, i almost feel from my seat upon reading this. Wu Zun and Hye Sun? haha... in Absolute Boyfriend.!! Haha, my favorite manga ever! Just sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="entry-title"&gt;Goo Hye Sun to star in “Absolute Boyfriend&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-141884" src="http://static.allkpop.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/20101013_goohyesun_01.jpg" alt="" width="402" height="402" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Goo Hye Sun has officially begun her Hallyu promotions by being cast in the leading female role of the Taiwanese remake of a Japanese manga by Watase Yuu, “Absolute Boyfriend“.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leading male role will be played by Wu Zun, who is a member of the popular Taiwanese boy group, Fahrenheit. The meeting of the two stars has already managed to stimulate not only Taiwan’s broadcast companies, but different parts of Asia as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goo Hye Sun already rose to stardom in 2009 through KBS 2TV’s “Boys Over Flowers“, and earned an exceptional amount of popularity in Asia. With “Absolute Boyfriend” having attained more success than “Boys Over Flowers” in its Japanese drama series, many are already beginning to anticipate the remake’s premiere. This will be Goo Hye Sun and Wu Zun’s second collaboration having worked together on a Taiwanese tourism project earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her agency, YG Entertainment, stated on October 13th, “She will begin filming in Taiwan starting next April or July. The drama will most likely begin broadcasting by the second half of next year in not only Taiwan but all throughout Asia as well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goo Hye Sun showed her anticipation by commenting, “I think it will be a fun project.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-8920810703431352927?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8920810703431352927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/yikes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/8920810703431352927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/8920810703431352927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/yikes.html' title='Yikes...'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-992236837520430257</id><published>2010-10-10T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T07:42:01.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed much!</title><content type='html'>Yikes, ive been listening to radom &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KPOP&lt;/span&gt; music this time. Let say this is just a break from reviewing for tomorrows test. Lol, im really tired reviewing all day. I’ll make sure to get a satisfactory grade for our Unit Test tomorrow.  Its quite boring here… (huhu). Also disappointed about the outcome of our my much awaited gig with EMT, maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Segue:&lt;/span&gt;  the new pdf installer makes me a bit ignorant downloading it. Haha, quite confusing since im not reading the instructions well. I had to click on the information bar to allow downloading, then wait for 3 seconds for another downloading  process… and it took me 7 minutes to completed the process. Grrr!! Very annoying. The worst thing is that I had to quit all my firefox application just to continue downloading it.  It’s the new version of PDF reader 9.4.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TLHNxyxtj2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/ttAaxXxC3Fg/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TLHNxyxtj2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/ttAaxXxC3Fg/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526424473087872866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Here's a cute taemin pic while dancing Lucifer, he's so perfectly cute!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;너도 마치 butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;너무 약해 빠졌어&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;너무 순해 빠졌어&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;널 곁에 둬야겠어&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TLHPR42p2jI/AAAAAAAAAJU/fnDV7FZSZ2Y/s1600/20091009_taemin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TLHPR42p2jI/AAAAAAAAAJU/fnDV7FZSZ2Y/s320/20091009_taemin1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526426123986655794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Here's another taemin pic for Ring Ding Dong cover, handsome overload!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, i updated the download section (located at the tab above: OTHERS) of this blog, posting my links for various mp3s (Kpop of course). Haha, only my favorite groups and other good songs as well. hope you'll like it. Keep on exploring this... Kamsahamnida my dear readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-992236837520430257?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/992236837520430257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/disappointed-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/992236837520430257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/992236837520430257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/disappointed-much.html' title='Disappointed much!'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TLHNxyxtj2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/ttAaxXxC3Fg/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-1705119112449621200</id><published>2010-10-08T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:08:54.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed!</title><content type='html'>This is a print screened pic of Seung jo sshi in episode 12, haha... so cute la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TLAwo277JCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/B1sxOqmt_IQ/s1600/Seungjosshi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TLAwo277JCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/B1sxOqmt_IQ/s320/Seungjosshi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525970221283353634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentiments~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought this day will end peacefully. Ive been praying since last night that tomorrow's malling with EMT will become a blast and a good memory for the three of us . And here comes this circumstance where we do not know what to do, to refuse or not, or ignore it or do something that will benefit the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not against the meeting for tomorrow. Its just that, if we carefully analyze the situation and think about it, the arguments are not so big deal, why the hell it ended canceling the meeting without asking if its okay or not? I'm so pissed, because where not even telling or bragging about the meeting being a hindrance to our gig. Why come to that realization,I'm not even thinking of it that way. We just wanted our gig to run smoothly and at the same time, be on meeting like anyone is supposed to. I know its our obligation to be on it no matter what. I know what authority means, and if there's someone who knows how important the meeting is... i assumed that is me since i cant attend the regular meeting because of my schedule. Cant we just move it the same day? Like we will consume the rest of the day planning or something. Is it something hard to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hay naku talaga! I know we can solve this issue peacefully. The problems is that its really hard to pacify a person's mind when its full of unnecessary thoughts and unwilling to consider changes.  I have to admit that at the end of this conversation, I'm really pissed, because were all acting weird with something were not supposed to argue. I don't want it to be end this way. Wanting to clear things up, i will make everyone satisfied with the outcome. God please clear our minds and bless us the wisdom and guidance for our decisions in life. After all, i really love and treasure my PA friends, and i don't want any misunderstandings again. Enough with it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-1705119112449621200?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1705119112449621200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/cad-works.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1705119112449621200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1705119112449621200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/cad-works.html' title='Pissed!'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TLAwo277JCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/B1sxOqmt_IQ/s72-c/Seungjosshi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-510881820163021942</id><published>2010-10-06T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T05:11:05.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baek Seung Jo Diary 2 ~~! (Playful Kiss)</title><content type='html'>Yeah!! Im being possessed by a spirit who wants to type all day. Haha!!Anyway, here's Baek Seung Jo's 2nd Diary Entry. by the way, to clear up things, these diaries Ive been posting are made every episode. You can read this too in PK site in MBC, only in Korean language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKxjhdmxssI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vBJ1B4OTBAk/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKxjhdmxssI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vBJ1B4OTBAk/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524900269410857666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this side, she's saying " If there's a need need, I can also get into the special class that only the Top 50 students could get in", on the other side, she's embarrassing herself in front of EunJo.She's really weird. Although EunJo says that he hates mom, but he's still force to move into my room. Uncovered the muddled-head personality on the first day, she's being fooled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKxkXsoB9QI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Lu1pUqw6Dq4/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKxkXsoB9QI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Lu1pUqw6Dq4/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524901201155585282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She's chasing after me with her short legs. Don't tell me I'll be chased like this for the rest of my life. This thought starts to appear in my mind. Always getting link to her recently, all the rumors are making me pissed off, so I warned her not to start any rumors in school. Also asked her to swear that she will act like she doesn't know me in school. But no matter how mean my words, she just stand there and listen to me. That feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKxkX0uKsGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-rsWIEg-dCg/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKxkX0uKsGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-rsWIEg-dCg/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524901203328807010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What happen? Why do I have an uneasy feeling like something is tied to my ankle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i said that i will wait for her to come home, but I still went off without her. It's very irritating to be walking around with others, doing things facing each other, listening to people nagging is as irritating. But she always caught me. Saw a very weird guy this morning when I'm heading out, and there's still some distance from the station to our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So irritating! Why does she have to appear before me and mess up my daily life! So irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not even afraid when she met with pervert, only wanting to get back her shoes. She's really weird. When she looks at me with her innocent eyes and tell me it's the first present she received from mom, a feeling called sincerity pricked really softly in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKxkX0t00MI/AAAAAAAAAIs/L3wN3qmDfIA/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKxkX0t00MI/AAAAAAAAAIs/L3wN3qmDfIA/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524901203327373506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my! Even got sports wear wrong! So irritating! but this girl is really daring, she dare ask me to teach her, and still saying that she will call off the promise that i need to piggyback her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so annoying, why did mom give this girl my photo! This is the period that i want to get rid off from my life most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time when I still know nothing, I always get praised by my friends when i dress as girl. I was the center of attraction, and this makes my little soul very happy.Also when i dress as girl, the adults always praised that I'm so cute that they want to bite me. But one day in school, when i change into my swimming attire, my friends starts calling me a pervert. Those kids who use to play with me starts mocking me. From then onwards, no matter how much I tell you I like you now, but if anything happens, anything can change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKxkYIwoiDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Gdys9d_af2w/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKxkYIwoiDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Gdys9d_af2w/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524901208707860530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can agree to teach her to get back my photo. But this girl really knows nothing, no strategy works! Ask her to give up from the beginning, but she just ignores it, saying that just like I don't know any of the artists name, its just that the area we are concern about is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's true, sine it has already become like this, but even so, she's really too ignorant to be a year 3 student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by looking at this, she's really determine. Although she couldn't keep up, but still working hard, the never give up character is kind of special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKxkYN7VNzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/EuyNnk-wFgk/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKxkYN7VNzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/EuyNnk-wFgk/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524901210094909234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got into the special class in the end. Oh Ha Ni, I acknowledge your hard work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I warn her again and again not to talk to me in school, but still shouting thank you behind me, its really... this kid, cant help it. Ok, I'll tolerate it just for today, I know how she have worked hard for the past 1 week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what? Ask me to piggyback her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~MhelgzBritannia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-510881820163021942?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/510881820163021942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/baek-seung-jo-diary-2-playful-kiss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/510881820163021942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/510881820163021942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/baek-seung-jo-diary-2-playful-kiss.html' title='Baek Seung Jo Diary 2 ~~! (Playful Kiss)'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKxjhdmxssI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vBJ1B4OTBAk/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-8952064167778976160</id><published>2010-10-06T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T04:23:58.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baek Seung Jo Diary 1 ~~! (Playful Kiss)</title><content type='html'>Yeah, i really enjoyed watching Seung Jo's Diary from Playful Kiss site at MBC, though its written in Korean. Thanks to all the translator out there. I really appreciated it, but instead of a picture with the translations, why don't they type it in texts like this. Its so hassle for me to retype this. haha~~! This is for the sake of all KJH fans who wanted a printed copy of this so i'll make it. Type through the end of each diaries... sorry for the misspelled words (if there is).&lt;br /&gt;Here is the first one~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKxaxqgD87I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rINLkJbX1CA/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKxaxqgD87I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rINLkJbX1CA/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524890652145611698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One day I met this random girl,making lots of noise at the vending machine. For a moment, I think it's really amazing, wanting to ask her how come there's a girl like this. But I'm still not that interested and walk away. all this lasted till I received love letter from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKxa4m2MHLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/h2X14O2jx5M/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKxa4m2MHLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/h2X14O2jx5M/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524890771423763634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What! I'm fairy from the jungle! Which comic did she get this from? Looks like she's only reading comic instead of studying, full of mistake everywhere, even the handwriting is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely can't tolerate this! How dare she writes this kind of letter to me, the perfect Baek Seung Jo. You are a complete D-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cause the girl to be embarrass in front of so many people unexpectedly. Although I'm feeling a little bad, but she's already in year 3 and yet she couldn't even write a simple letter like this. Hope that this incident will be able to wake her up. Although her about-to-cry expression did make me feel a little guilty, but the rumor about me dumping this girl starts to spread around in the school. Because of this, I was make fun of by my friends. All the explanation makes me even more irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKxbJMUsszI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ufzNw1uUPc8/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKxbJMUsszI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ufzNw1uUPc8/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524891056361747250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it be possible that bottom student of our school, Oh Ha Ni is the daughter of Dad's friend! Mom is happily moving EunJo's furniture into my room and even brought tons of stuff for girl. I cant help but imagine how did she get on with her life till now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i pray that there wont be any disturbances into my life, but why do I still have a very bad feeling. Oh Ha Ni who was happily hugging a soft toy in one hand, holding to a bag with another froze the moment she saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~MhelgzBritannia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-8952064167778976160?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8952064167778976160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/baek-seung-jo-diary-1-playful-kiss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/8952064167778976160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/8952064167778976160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/baek-seung-jo-diary-1-playful-kiss.html' title='Baek Seung Jo Diary 1 ~~! (Playful Kiss)'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKxaxqgD87I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rINLkJbX1CA/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-675400946297270815</id><published>2010-10-05T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T06:27:48.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbfounded :(</title><content type='html'>ahhmm... i feel like blogging again at this point of time after  watching the teary scene of Baek Seung Jo and Oh Ha Ni (Ending of  Episode 7 PS). Again and again... i cant help but ask why he didn't  chase her to the very end. Is it much pride that reigns in his heart? I  sometimes doubt if a guy in love can resist the pain of parting with the  girl he likes (yey, he didnt say so.. i just feel its like that. Seung  Jo's action is way to confusing). I imagine myself being that girl...  after so many hardships and efforts, she's still left there,  unappreciated.&lt;p&gt;That feeling.. i cant blame her, she's just  in love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just barely hanging onto love. Now hanging in mid air.  Unable to go any higher nor lower.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every things choking  her to death. Just like what i felt when im obsessed with you. Now dont  know where to run. I dont know where to hide.Right now dunno, what  status i am right now. I guess...Moving forward is the best. After all,  there are still few feelings remaining here inside of me, and i cant  help to get rid of these. For me, starting a new life by moving forward  and without you is the best. Silly? Who knows..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was  having insomnia again last night.Having a hard time getting sleep. I  flipped around in bed for nearly 6 hours before i make my way to  lalaland. Am i really that stressed up in work or my brain activity just  couldn't stop? Meanwhile, i had my brainwashed by Charice's music,  Crescent Moon. Its so good. I really like it. Soothing! Have a great  time guys... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy the rest of the day tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; ( im mean the night)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKsneqRLviI/AAAAAAAAAHs/z9jdb3PKl_g/s1600/61997_1185843702710_1726820749_357244_6427797_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 420px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKsneqRLviI/AAAAAAAAAHs/z9jdb3PKl_g/s320/61997_1185843702710_1726820749_357244_6427797_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524552775595965986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm beneath the night. And you're not there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-675400946297270815?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/675400946297270815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/dumbfounded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/675400946297270815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/675400946297270815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/dumbfounded.html' title='Dumbfounded :('/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKsneqRLviI/AAAAAAAAAHs/z9jdb3PKl_g/s72-c/61997_1185843702710_1726820749_357244_6427797_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-4362801662088943140</id><published>2010-10-04T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T08:28:28.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workload Much??</title><content type='html'>Another day has passed, and I've been able to finish much amount of workloads and school stuffs: rewriting the previous topics in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Power Systems&lt;/span&gt;, my floor plan design, and computations, still there are still things to be done soon. This entire night, i should be practicing problem solving and making a reviewer for the objective type of test. I also manage to accompany a friend of mine this afternoon to fill up forms for her scholarship... (its a great help to her). Anyways, looks like this evening is not as hectic as the previous days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes.. had a great time with &lt;b&gt;PA friends&lt;/b&gt;... haha, i burst into laughter while we were in office, enjoyed the company of EB playing DotA ( hehe, seems like ive been too busy  to enjoyed it so much) and we lose the game ( Its okay!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this is (below) the possible venue for the next TUP Editor Guild. We will be hosting the said event therefore as the host, we must provide a place to accommodate delegates from other campuses. And this one looks good. Yeah I'll be off blogging first to prioritize my report, but will stay put here for SBS Gorealra. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best nyt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKnv2nmA1NI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PGiuIpZlDuU/s1600/hhmmm....JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKnv2nmA1NI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PGiuIpZlDuU/s320/hhmmm....JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524210139567019218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-4362801662088943140?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4362801662088943140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-day-has-passed-and-ive-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/4362801662088943140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/4362801662088943140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-day-has-passed-and-ive-been.html' title='Workload Much??'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKnv2nmA1NI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PGiuIpZlDuU/s72-c/hhmmm....JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-3380978696730150519</id><published>2010-10-03T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T07:18:33.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Repartee</title><content type='html'>On the facade, we're all reasonably different from one another. We go all the way through different relationships in hopes to discover the people who are most compatible with us. We try different work to find one that most suits us. We explore different things to see what most complement our interests. And for all those years I met these people who made me burst into laughter, tears, fright and the most important thing… Molded me into who I am now; the author of this post…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way we may find things that once interest us now no longer fit into our lives. As we grow, things become complicated… Those days were we share the never ending hilarity, slowly turn to misunderstanding and clouded thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying this, however, I want to be clear that it's okay to feel negative emotions and act out pessimistic human behaviors. It is typical. It is normal. These feelings and behaviors serve a purpose. They are the things that trigger pain in order to help us learn, grow and do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want other people to respect us and love us. And we want to feel safe. These desires are universal. But the route each of us takes to please them is uniquely our own, based on our experiences and memories. When the time comes, we were all heading for the same destination, but surely will take different roads. Some of us will arrive early; some will be late…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met you as a stranger...&lt;br /&gt;Took you as a FRIEND...&lt;br /&gt;Hope we meet in heaven for the next adventure to happen again...&lt;br /&gt;And where our Friendship will never ends! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--a note from deesyei--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today is a day of reckoning. In my 3 years of stay in TUP, i have considered that puny space beside the library as my home. It is where my knack where honed, it is where i met the most amazing people in the planet, it is where i shared dozens of laughter with the people i consider as family, it is where my heart belong. But as time passes, as responsibilities gnaw our young minds, it is inevitable for opposites to clash. As mistakes were committed,as bad words were uttered, as prides were measured, as feelings were crushed, my mind is still at peace for at the end of the day; i know that we will still share a huge hug a great laugh. but all good things must come to an end... as i write this piece with tears in my eyes, i hope everybody would understand. i hope i will do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px; overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 300px; color: rgb(68, 34, 238); font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Different&lt;br /&gt;Emoticons of my Life&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://filialxlollipop001.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj72/myem0/02/cute-panda-emoticon-001.gif" alt="Emo?" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhelgz Britannia&lt;br /&gt;-sorry pag minsan makulit ako...hindi pala minsan, lagi pala. hehe.. mommy love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drexler Alcones&lt;br /&gt;-love you too... OK lang yan din... just bear with us kakulitanz... kasi ganun na talaga kami... hihihihi...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Mhelgz Britannia&lt;br /&gt;-ahaha...okie... i definitely will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drexler Alcones&lt;br /&gt;-makijoin ka na lang... hahahaha... para lalong happy.. .we missed u melghz... nung mga panahong nagtatawanan lang tayo at hindi nagsisigawan... hahahaha... lets bring that back... nung mga junior staff pa lang tayo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhelgz Britannia&lt;br /&gt;-tama...try ko, pag nasanay na ko ulit sa maingay ng environ, hehe... di ko lang siguro maguaguarantee kasi silence for me is quite therapeutic. dun lang ako nakakapagrelax. hehe.. i will definitely do the best.. lalo na this coming CJSW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drexler Alcones&lt;br /&gt;- kaya yan! hoooo! i believe in you melgz, i always have and i always will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And By the way...&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry for hurting my poor baby's feelings. Don't worry mommy will take good care of you from now on. kung may reklamo ka kay mommy just say it ...immediately para di na nagtatagal. Sleep well.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhelgz Britannia&lt;br /&gt;-hehe... hindi na... super promise ko kay CarlingXing di na tayo mag-aaway, haha...gusto ko na tuloy magquit kasi i broke my promise last Thursday... ahehe. Churie na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drexler Alcones&lt;br /&gt;-FORGIVEN (TEARS)&lt;br /&gt;         ^-^&lt;br /&gt;mamimiss mo rin ako pag wala na ako... hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drexler Alcones&lt;br /&gt;-SIT na kami next term...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhelgz Britannia&lt;br /&gt;-haha...hindi kaya... babalik ka pa ng office eh. hehe ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhelgz Britannia&lt;br /&gt;- hehe.. uu nga noh? Puro yung mga makukulit na juniors na yung maiiwan. hmmp! panu kaya yun... pati so Tobby crush, si emerita na lang kalaro ko dun. As if namang cute si kuya Carl pati si Kuya Jomar kalaro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drexler Alcones&lt;br /&gt;-wag yung mga elders... KJ yun... hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhelgz Britannia&lt;br /&gt;-tama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drexler Alcones&lt;br /&gt;-sleep well... kasi matutulog na rin ako... hahaha... glad we patch things up...&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhelgz Britannia&lt;br /&gt;-same here... goodnyt mommy... wooossh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usapang adik?&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.. Goodnight peeps&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKiQeYsjzGI/AAAAAAAAAHU/FWIkxvBHaIE/s1600/39161_1162274113485_1726820749_312546_3276363_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKiQeYsjzGI/AAAAAAAAAHU/FWIkxvBHaIE/s320/39161_1162274113485_1726820749_312546_3276363_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523823794669735010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-3380978696730150519?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3380978696730150519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/repartee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/3380978696730150519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/3380978696730150519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/repartee.html' title='The Repartee'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj72/myem0/02/th_cute-panda-emoticon-001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-3859057015859279208</id><published>2010-08-18T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T07:23:09.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wala nibadtrip ko lang ang sarili ko... T_T</title><content type='html'>hehe... i loved the theme of it which is sang by GNA. Kiss... i thought everything is perfect. but.. heck!! im way too shock, its just so plain and corny at the beginning.Just finished the first episode of Playful Kiss and my verdict of episode 1 is that it stinks sky high. I couldnt believe how incredibly boring the first 30mins was. The remaining mins were not any better, but just more in tune with the manga. On the whole, it was so nonsense, unoriginal, waste of time and film and repeat - boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tear it down simply, they overdid the romanticising portion to a point it was irritating. How old do they think the TV audience tuning in are? 6years old? White horse, garden of eden, pony tails and elves? What the hell???!!! Give me a break. Secondly, I hate the amount of makeup they put on hyunjoongsshi. Are they trying to turn him into a pretty girl?!!! He is fine as he is, we like him as a guy, not some bloody doll up Barbie-Ken version. Just stop decking him in tons of eyeshadow and lip gloss for heaven sake. It's showing up soooo badly on Tv. Plus the script of him correctin the love letter is so way out of the context. A bright guy as brillant as him, and looking at everyone else with disdain will never ever bother to take the time to read the letter. He will most prob dump it into the trash in real life. So what will trigger him to read the letter? It's so out of character. Plus, the main character is sort of antisocial but he is not mean nor arrogantly obnoxious, so the manga character will never humiliate Oh Hani so publicly with her bad results either. He may say it to her in private but not in front of the student body and teacher. Which is why I am still in favor of the Taiwanese version where he just cast the letter aside and not bother with it till later when he actually develop feelings for the girl. Everything the korean version has done just borders on disbelief and illogical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, during the vending machine scene and classroom scene, I felt as if I was watching a bad remake of Goong (Princess Hours). The rolling down of the leggings, the bunch of not so bright art student gathering together, the sterotyping of fat people = daughter of some pork shop. And I was even more horrified to see the ending with the bears. it is exactly the same as Princess Hours as I had earlier suspected. Where is the fresh ideas? Why are the shadows of a previous successful drama sneaking in all over? Why must it be piggy pack on something else? Doesnt the director has anymore new tricks up his sleeves? It really grinds my nerves to see how a very good manga got remake into such a lousy first episode. It's almost shameful to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping hope against hope that the following epsiodes will be better and only episode one is a major major let down. I think it is grossly unfair that the heat is on KHJ now to carry the show, rather than a good script. I couldnt shake off the feeling that the Taiwanese script is way way much better and more realistic just for the starting episode. I was hoping Korean version could come up with something matching or better but I am fairly disappointed by what I have seen today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound very critical and dismayal but because I am since this is such a highly anticipated drama by many. How can they ruin it so badly for the premier airing? If they cannot do a better job than the Taiwanese version which was done rather well, then they should leave the manga alone and attempt something else if all they want to do is copy the quality and vision of Goong. Plus I am harsh because I would hate it when someone ruin my manga for me. Dont adapt the manga if you cannot stick to the story development. There is no white horse in there stupid, and no one at that age still dreams of prince charming as a white horse in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said and ranted, I am still rooting for KHJ. If the drama dropped its viewer rating, I can only blame it on the productor, the script writers. I think the cast are trying their best to protray what was dish out to them....﻿I just hope the next episodes be better...!! crap... im longing for hyunjoong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKiRmmqBa_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/-YOAG2q2TYI/s1600/41163_1174129929873_1726820749_335145_374536_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKiRmmqBa_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/-YOAG2q2TYI/s320/41163_1174129929873_1726820749_335145_374536_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523825035367771122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-3859057015859279208?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3859057015859279208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/08/wala-nibadtrip-ko-lang-ang-sarili-ko-tt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/3859057015859279208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/3859057015859279208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/08/wala-nibadtrip-ko-lang-ang-sarili-ko-tt.html' title='wala nibadtrip ko lang ang sarili ko... T_T'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TKiRmmqBa_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/-YOAG2q2TYI/s72-c/41163_1174129929873_1726820749_335145_374536_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-6963115247367532404</id><published>2010-08-18T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T07:24:15.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anu kayang masaya dun, nagsorry naman ako ah...</title><content type='html'>hays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less words less mistakes... aiun, kahit di ko man mean gawin, may magagalit pa rin. Hindi ko nman gusto na mainis xia... sorry na nga diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu pa ba?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-6963115247367532404?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6963115247367532404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/08/anu-kayang-masaya-dun-nagsorry-naman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/6963115247367532404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/6963115247367532404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/08/anu-kayang-masaya-dun-nagsorry-naman.html' title='anu kayang masaya dun, nagsorry naman ako ah...'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-1734317152190703052</id><published>2010-07-24T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T18:09:46.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alam ko namang pag umiyak ako...wala lang sayo. Alam ko namang sa pag-iyak ko, mapapagod lang ako... Bakit pa nga ba umiiyak ako?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-1734317152190703052?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1734317152190703052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/07/alam-ko-namang-pag-umiyak-ako.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1734317152190703052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1734317152190703052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/07/alam-ko-namang-pag-umiyak-ako.html' title=''/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-2405625318258671761</id><published>2010-07-01T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T08:08:57.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na miss ko ng sobra si crush....</title><content type='html'>pero nung dumating xia bigla namang nagkaemergency.&lt;br /&gt;Sooper saya ko pa naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana safe yung lola niya.&lt;br /&gt;Kasi i think i cant afford to see you crying...&lt;br /&gt;I cry for you too for sure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: Bakit di totohanin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-2405625318258671761?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2405625318258671761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/07/na-miss-ko-ng-sobra-si-crush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2405625318258671761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2405625318258671761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/07/na-miss-ko-ng-sobra-si-crush.html' title='Na miss ko ng sobra si crush....'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-8286103694932945424</id><published>2010-06-25T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T07:43:34.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow will be SALTS</title><content type='html'>hehe.,...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-8286103694932945424?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8286103694932945424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/tomorrow-will-be-salts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/8286103694932945424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/8286103694932945424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/tomorrow-will-be-salts.html' title='tomorrow will be SALTS'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-4097958114098557454</id><published>2010-06-15T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T07:07:46.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello....twitter?</title><content type='html'>nakakaloko naman tong twitter, ayaw magfunction ng maayos, is it because of the connection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this day feels good..kinakausap niya ko eh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-4097958114098557454?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4097958114098557454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/hellotwitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/4097958114098557454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/4097958114098557454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/hellotwitter.html' title='Hello....twitter?'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-820612478492240096</id><published>2010-06-13T06:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T06:03:44.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadistic writer'/><title type='text'>Boyfriend Potential! :))))</title><content type='html'>haha...im tag in this note.&lt;br /&gt;I know its my prerogative to answer it or not, but somehow..i feel like im obliged to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's what you're supposed to do... And please do not spoil the Fun. Copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag 10 of your girl friends to answer this. Then see what happens. BOYFRIEND POTENTIAL SURVEY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Dapat ba gwapo?&lt;br /&gt;---no, pwede ring yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Matalino?&lt;br /&gt;---yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Preferred Age?&lt;br /&gt;-- older...or just my age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Preferred height?&lt;br /&gt;-- someone taller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How about sense of humor?&lt;br /&gt;--yup! gusto ko yung hindi kailangang manakit para lang masabing nakakatawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How about piercing?&lt;br /&gt;---uhmm..no piercings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;br /&gt;---definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;br /&gt;---ayaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mushy or no?&lt;br /&gt;---lets take it as yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;br /&gt;---average will work? "OR" na lang..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Moreno or chinito or mestizo?&lt;br /&gt;---whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;---uhmm..short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Plastic or metal?&lt;br /&gt;---metal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;br /&gt;--- bakit? sa tingin mo trip ko sa mabaho? good smelling guy syempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;br /&gt;---ayaw ko super!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;br /&gt;---pwede, pero hindi chronic drunkard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Boy-next-door type?&lt;br /&gt;---ayaw...pero pwede rin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Musically inclined?&lt;br /&gt;---yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;br /&gt;---yup! aus lang din kahit guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;br /&gt;---nasabi ko na nga kanina diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;br /&gt;---wow, that's cool. Meron bang ganun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sings very good?&lt;br /&gt;---yup! +50 points agad yun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Vain?&lt;br /&gt;---whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;br /&gt;---okay lang...basta hindi mukhang paimpress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. With braces?&lt;br /&gt;---ayaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;br /&gt;---ayaw ko rin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Rebel or good boy?&lt;br /&gt;---kahit anu will work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;br /&gt;---active&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. tight or bomb?&lt;br /&gt;---huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;br /&gt;---pareho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Suplado?&lt;br /&gt;---ayaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;br /&gt;---pwede rin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Earrings?&lt;br /&gt;---ayaw ko sooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Torpe?&lt;br /&gt;---ayaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 36. Mr. count-my-ex-girlfriends-un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;til-you-drop?&lt;br /&gt;---eeeww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Dimples?&lt;br /&gt;---ahhm..aus lang kahit wala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Bookworm?&lt;br /&gt;---di naman, basta nga matalino eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Mr. love letter?&lt;br /&gt;---wow, ang romantic nun, super yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Makulit?&lt;br /&gt;---oo naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Flirt?&lt;br /&gt;---sapakin ko yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Poem writer?&lt;br /&gt;---okay lang basta english poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Serious?&lt;br /&gt;--- a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Campus crush?&lt;br /&gt;---ayaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Painter?&lt;br /&gt;---eh? whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Religious?&lt;br /&gt;---yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Alaskador?&lt;br /&gt;---ayaw, gusto ko good boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?&lt;br /&gt;---ahhmm... hindi ko alam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;br /&gt;---hindi naman linguist hanap ko eh...okay lang din&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Loyal o faithful?&lt;br /&gt;---loyal na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TBTWjvgf_wI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2G-EpFaZSsM/s1600/tumblr_l3y8nne8is1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TBTWjvgf_wI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2G-EpFaZSsM/s320/tumblr_l3y8nne8is1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482242555953282818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-820612478492240096?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/820612478492240096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/boyfriend-potential.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/820612478492240096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/820612478492240096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/boyfriend-potential.html' title='Boyfriend Potential! :))))'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/TBTWjvgf_wI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2G-EpFaZSsM/s72-c/tumblr_l3y8nne8is1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-1349095266404428379</id><published>2010-06-10T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T06:06:47.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then just go. Besides, I’ll be waiting for you to come back… waiting for you to come back into my life. If our lives were a game of monopoly, no matter how many times you restart it, the outcome should be the same… because you are my destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;haha..lol, i love sleeping in school...&lt;br /&gt;were both dreaming together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-1349095266404428379?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1349095266404428379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/dreaming-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1349095266404428379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1349095266404428379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/dreaming-of-you.html' title='Dreaming of you...'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-5927080634831582455</id><published>2010-06-09T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T05:07:53.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this for real, or just another misunderstanding?</title><content type='html'>hays....&lt;br /&gt;im so bored, and also confused&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated,&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy&lt;br /&gt;a chain reaction&lt;br /&gt;just like a domino...&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN I STOP THIS KIND OF STUPIDITY AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..lol, i just cant describe it. The feeling of being cared from afar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-5927080634831582455?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5927080634831582455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-this-for-real-or-just-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/5927080634831582455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/5927080634831582455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-this-for-real-or-just-another.html' title='Is this for real, or just another misunderstanding?'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-5052726996775957217</id><published>2010-05-29T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T05:59:46.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Max Lovely....!</title><content type='html'>oh my....im really worried sick of him already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im missing you this bad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-5052726996775957217?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5052726996775957217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/max-lovely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/5052726996775957217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/5052726996775957217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/max-lovely.html' title='Max Lovely....!'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-7718225889592211964</id><published>2010-05-28T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T08:42:43.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkwardness?</title><content type='html'>hehe...it's silently killing me a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;When i was in front of him,&lt;br /&gt;When he's speaking,&lt;br /&gt;When i am right beside him...&lt;br /&gt;I dont know...&lt;br /&gt;My heart keeps throbbing so fast, like i am running 2 many laps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's wrong, I know he cant reciprocate this feeling. But still, i am here foolishly waiting for him to notice.. those stares, i cant help. Feels like im having difficulty in breathing. Moreover, in order to keep myself calm. I have to focus and pretend that i dont here anything, or not too intimidated with his presence. I just keep on writing, until everything slows down. Im not regretting it, the feeling of being in love with someone who's not capable of doing the same is a hurting feeling yet keeps me strong! I trust you! God pls guide me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is uttered from the heart alone, Will win the hearts of others to your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/S__kVCs4rYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Gqkkr2iRlCg/s1600/love-you-shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/S__kVCs4rYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Gqkkr2iRlCg/s320/love-you-shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476346722059332994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-7718225889592211964?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7718225889592211964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/awkwardness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/7718225889592211964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/7718225889592211964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/awkwardness.html' title='Awkwardness?'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/S__kVCs4rYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Gqkkr2iRlCg/s72-c/love-you-shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-6899376285699683885</id><published>2010-05-25T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:43:47.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign to me?</title><content type='html'>i guess that bonamana thing keeps my head really awake..&lt;br /&gt;After all,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-6899376285699683885?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-74378009659056549</id><published>2010-05-24T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:23:04.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bittersweet Ending....</title><content type='html'>i just need to end this fast...&lt;br /&gt;and almost all the signs happened, so there's no need to push myself into it....&lt;br /&gt;it will become a memory that once happened&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-74378009659056549?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/74378009659056549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-2201569616978452646</id><published>2010-05-19T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T04:46:01.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im beginning to dislike you</title><content type='html'>grrr....&lt;br /&gt;so insensitive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-2201569616978452646?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2201569616978452646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-beginning-to-dislike-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2201569616978452646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2201569616978452646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-beginning-to-dislike-you.html' title='Im beginning to dislike you'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-1951815476178948285</id><published>2010-05-18T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T06:22:09.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>난 아직 뱀파이어를보고 ...</title><content type='html'>huhu, i made it my primary just like a fansign thing.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, im having fun learning korean all this time. Its tricky, yet its awesome. Being able to understand what your idols were talking about is the main reason i'm trying hard to learn.&lt;br /&gt;I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/S_KUWDQj8fI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wh-ZR9c1OFo/s1600/29236_1124258163110_1726820749_233649_4338274_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 388px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/S_KUWDQj8fI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wh-ZR9c1OFo/s320/29236_1124258163110_1726820749_233649_4338274_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472599603761377778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-1951815476178948285?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1951815476178948285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1951815476178948285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1951815476178948285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='난 아직 뱀파이어를보고 ...'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/S_KUWDQj8fI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wh-ZR9c1OFo/s72-c/29236_1124258163110_1726820749_233649_4338274_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-8351069311734747267</id><published>2010-05-17T04:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T04:52:37.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving forward?</title><content type='html'>Abah? Nasabi ko na sayo? Torpe ka pa... bahala ka, pagod na ko! Bahala ka sa gusto mo. Basta ako, im fine with it; sumagot ka o hindi, wala na ring kaso sa akin. Pero sana tandaan mo, pagkatapos ng lahat lahat ng pinakita ko, lahat ng ibinigay ko para malaman mo kung gaano ako ka sincere, MARUNONG DIN AKO MAPAGOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/S_Et9GZGu9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/9QA_4MD80z4/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/S_Et9GZGu9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/9QA_4MD80z4/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472205549943045074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-8351069311734747267?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8351069311734747267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/moving-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/8351069311734747267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/8351069311734747267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/moving-forward.html' title='Moving forward?'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/S_Et9GZGu9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/9QA_4MD80z4/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-3744427837686732605</id><published>2010-05-17T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T04:38:39.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sympathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"if Cinderella would still have her happy ending if she had not left her glass slipper. ;) " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read this post from a friend of mine. Haha, she's so close to me when we were at age so i really feel what she's up to. And i couldn't believe she's still feeling the same way as before from this point of time. Hope she's ready to heal! God, pls do help her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Anniversary sana namin ni &lt;strong&gt;ex&lt;/strong&gt; kahapon. &lt;p&gt;We should’ve stayed together for four years now only if he didn’t gave up on our relationship. We stayed only for a few months, but I had never been happier after those few months.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naging kami, April 28, 2006 .. 12:02 in the morning. Everyday, he would call, text. Walang araw na hindi niya ko tinatawagan. We stayed for &lt;strong&gt;2 short months. Only 2 short months. &lt;/strong&gt;June 30, he broke up with me. I asked him what’s wrong. Is it my fault? Is it my shortcomings. But everything that he said was, “Langit ka, lupa ako. We’re not meant to be, and &lt;strong&gt;we will never be&lt;/strong&gt;.” I tried fighting for him, fighting for my love for him. Pero wala ring kwenta. Paano mo nga naman ipaglalaban ang isang tao kung ung taong pinaglalaban mo yung kusang sumusuko, yung kusang umaayaw. I tried winning him back for 3 months. We never saw each other after the break up. not until I saw him with his mom in a mall. I could still remember, it was December 22 of the same year. I was with my friends, he was with his mom and little brother. I couldn’t understand what I felt that very day. Nagtitigan lang kami, tpos he said “HI”. I couldn’t speak and never did I replied. I continued staring at him and upon realizing that I was called by my friends para umuwi. I turned my back on him and walked away. I never looked back. Mas masakit kung titingnan ko pa sya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Next school year, I transferred to another school since my family and I moved on to another house. I felt fine in the first day. But next day, I was nearly off my seat when I saw him in the school. What? He’s also studying here? Oh come on, tell me it was a joke. But it was not, everything is real. Realizing that during that time, it was almost a year when we broke up. It was almost a year, and yet I still feel the same for him. Akala ko nga nun, naka move on na ako. But how can I move on without closure? Ayon, closure. Since we were studying in the same school, I grabbed the opportunity to talk to him. He told me the reason and I was satisfied naman. After that, akala ko I can move on na.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next year, and another year. Still, I can’t forget him. Until now, I still love him. Di ko nga alam kung bakit ko tinatali yung sarili ko sa kanya, knowing that he will never come back. Nakikita ko na siyang masaya sa iba, &lt;strike&gt;masakit&lt;/strike&gt;, sobrang sakit. Pero siguro dahil sa apat na taon ko syang minamahal, nasanay na lang ako sa ganung sitwasyon. Although friends na kami ulit, hindi ko mapigilan yung sarili ko na umiyak kapag linalapitan niya ako. Yung kahit gusto ko syang tiisin eh hindi ko magawa kc isang please pa lang niya lumalambot na agad yung puso ko. Kahit na ako pa yun mawalan basta meron sya, masaya na ko.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But I think those four years of efforts should be enough for him. Tao rin ako, napapagod. Kung ang robot nga rechargeable din diba? Tao pa kaya. I have always tried to get over him, I don not know what is the problem why I can’t. But I grew tired of this feeling, of this situation. So now I am moving on. I will move on. Yesterday will be the last April 28 that I will cry over him. The next year, tears no more. Maybe one day, if I am meant to be with him, I will be with him. But not now. Not tomorrow. Maybe when I have let go of him. I love him so much but this is the real &lt;strong&gt;goodbye&lt;/strong&gt; .."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bea~~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ciollo.net/images/listings/1220680765507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 324px;" src="http://ciollo.net/images/listings/1220680765507.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-3744427837686732605?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3744427837686732605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/sympathy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>i found myself in the midst of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;The time has come for me to get mad at something i do not know the real cause.&lt;br /&gt;And for that... my heartfelt conclusion that im a real idiot, fool!&lt;br /&gt;I fell for the wrong person&lt;br /&gt;I fell at the wrong time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-4812216837185510343?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4812216837185510343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/4812216837185510343'/><link rel='self' 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certain casualties in studies and my affiliations&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;pls do forgive me for not telling you why all of the sudden i disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the most important thing is...&lt;br /&gt;i feel like blogging again!&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls do enjoy reading my life's twist and turns as i share my daily? stories...&lt;br /&gt;Love yah guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/S-1IG4U0JaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rRd4PV957yk/s1600/VampireKiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/S-1IG4U0JaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rRd4PV957yk/s320/VampireKiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471108405361124770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-3233120010761407744?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3233120010761407744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/sorry-my-dear-bloggers-and-readers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/3233120010761407744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/3233120010761407744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/sorry-my-dear-bloggers-and-readers.html' title='Sorry My Dear Bloggers and Readers....'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/S-1IG4U0JaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rRd4PV957yk/s72-c/VampireKiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-7739847487901012993</id><published>2009-12-20T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T04:33:33.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lelouch</title><content type='html'>hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-7739847487901012993?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-5000474390659154835</id><published>2009-12-02T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T06:20:42.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you..</title><content type='html'>goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-5000474390659154835?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5000474390659154835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/5000474390659154835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/5000474390659154835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-you.html' title='I hate you..'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-7396578109805034001</id><published>2009-11-24T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T06:36:15.384-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadistic writer'/><title type='text'>Wild Contemplation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I'm too much immature to act my age but believe you me..i always have the best prospective when it comes to running the whole publication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times I feel pitiful for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Not because somebody is holding my neck, as if I’m a dog with a chain to keep walking in my track...&lt;br /&gt;But because I'm always obliged to do certain things for others sake, to keep everything going to what it should be..&lt;br /&gt;I have to sacrifice everything, my happiness, my time, and most of the time… Lose my self esteem because of everything that surrounds me. Pitiful, because i have to do it! Even if I’m not happy anymore...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those suppressed feeling deep inside... keeps on striving to get out this bird's cage!&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free... literally free from the burden of being the frustrated leader who want to do her best.. to make things better... I always want everything to go the same what i planned before. But its not like that... im trying to become a professional in my work. Be the one i should be. But they won’t give me a chance to do my part... as if im neglected, and being set aside...! And from time to time, lose my pride standing in front of them... knowing I’m more superior to them, knowing that they won’t listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm too much juvenile to act my age, immature, but believe me...I always have the best prospective when it comes to running the whole publication. I just wanted to prove our existence... and I won’t be able to do it...If you guys keep me away from doing what I should do. I maybe stupid to pose this and disclosed everything I’m hiding within, but it would be more stupid to let myself being eaten by this yoke! I always wanted to scream! I really wanted! But i have to act my age...Like what they say...! I’m already in the position so I must act the way i should in their expectations. I’m so tired....very tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t be able to handle everything! I wont be able to meet their expectation... Pessimism at its worst! Before I'm a confident optimistic being that is full of hope and well sure that I will be able to handle all this pressure. Im so down! It feels everything, as if the sky will fall down and crush me into tiny pieces... Maybe I'll prefer that kind of punishment, but in reality..i must face anything..like nothing happens. Live in a new day... leaving every nightmares of the past behind, and accept everything! Accept everything...! I must accept that i wont be able to escape this path i chose to live for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-7396578109805034001?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7396578109805034001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/wild-contemplation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/7396578109805034001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/7396578109805034001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/wild-contemplation.html' title='Wild Contemplation'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-3701114915027967268</id><published>2009-11-07T22:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:27:49.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadistic writer'/><title type='text'>haha...</title><content type='html'>Post Halloween!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-3701114915027967268?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-374190354666828318</id><published>2009-10-31T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T05:17:48.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadistic writer'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Instrumentation and Control</title><content type='html'>very good!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-374190354666828318?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/374190354666828318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-1935054417807198636</id><published>2009-10-24T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T06:21:58.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadistic writer'/><title type='text'>PRESSWORK</title><content type='html'>huhu..cool!! were few yet its happier...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-1935054417807198636?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1935054417807198636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadistic writer'/><title type='text'>Mechatronics</title><content type='html'>haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-2768498157608517901?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2768498157608517901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/mechatronics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2768498157608517901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/2768498157608517901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-1390969772355020504</id><published>2009-10-11T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T05:32:04.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadistic writer'/><title type='text'>Life's Worth Living for...</title><content type='html'>my new buddypoke avatar in facebook..take a look at it&lt;br /&gt;How compose she is...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/StHQF2WcL4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HunZb5i72vk/s1600-h/is+it+true"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/StHQF2WcL4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HunZb5i72vk/s320/is+it+true" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391319027846754178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe on it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-1390969772355020504?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1390969772355020504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/lifes-worth-living-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1390969772355020504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1390969772355020504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/lifes-worth-living-for.html' title='Life&apos;s Worth Living for...'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/StHQF2WcL4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HunZb5i72vk/s72-c/is+it+true' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-8363171809345003262</id><published>2009-10-10T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:49:39.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadistic writer'/><title type='text'>2-day Seminar in Cavite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/StFxu5n_hzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/iBBHz-jgaQY/s1600-h/drawing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 597px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/StFxu5n_hzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/iBBHz-jgaQY/s320/drawing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391215279495677746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-8363171809345003262?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8363171809345003262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/exhausted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/8363171809345003262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/8363171809345003262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/exhausted.html' title='2-day Seminar in Cavite'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoohexhausted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/4874246641724940190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/4874246641724940190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoohexhausted.html' title='Hooh...Exhausted!'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-8563293714388245744</id><published>2009-10-06T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:49:22.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadistic writer'/><title type='text'>Dont mess up with me, im not feeling good today..</title><content type='html'>oh...!&lt;br /&gt;You're messing up with me again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not my intention to argue with you or something but there are some instances that needs to be taken seriously when someone is not feeling good. Some sort of acting appropriately in times you know the ambiance is not good for jokes. And its really not my intention to overpower your authority though i know you truly are. Its a matter of learning how to befriend people who you see is not capable of something it, but good at befriending people and that's the only thing they're good at. Im not saying that im good at it, but i try to see people not different from me. No matter what status they are, or what other rank you may classify them.. i know for sure that they indeed has some things they can only do by themselves and not that confident to show to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that, you know how to show it, your capable with it, yet you dont realize your stepping to others free will, ordering them to be govern by your selfishness act. I dont care if im just an ordinary student in the university you may think as a nuissance to everything you do, but im also a human just like you, who knows when im hurting and when i felt im being step my dignity, bringing my confidence down to the core. Its not my prerogative to act as immediate like what your thinking of, cause im different from you, and to all. I have my will to do things freely, and i wont allow you to treat me as if im not helpful to anyone at all. If you dont want me to help you, or nag you in things i know i can lay my help... then just say it clearly! I know how to accept criticisms more than anyone can do. Thought its hurting me, i'll accept because its what you see, i wont take it negatively. But learn how to respect! you will never know when and where i'll attack you.. or maybe just ignore you in a sense that you dont even exist in my world anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-8563293714388245744?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8563293714388245744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-mess-up-with-me-im-not-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/8563293714388245744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/8563293714388245744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-mess-up-with-me-im-not-feeling.html' title='Dont mess up with me, im not feeling good today..'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-1832050763600640768</id><published>2009-10-04T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T05:56:39.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadistic writer'/><title type='text'>Ebullient as Ever!, I wont bifurcate in accordance with the specifics</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://omona-box.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/20090519b07.gif" alt=":416:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;haha..seems like you do not understand what im talking about the title. hehe *shrug* (no wonder why, because your not an avid fan of my blog&lt;img src="http://omona-box.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/th_j20.gif" alt=":?rer:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; try to read my previous post more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just finished a 1075 pages book, &lt;span class="greenlinks"&gt;Born in Ice...&lt;/span&gt;though it may sound boring to you (yes im really bored too when im read it), &lt;img src="http://omona-box.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/1244878532-144918.gif" alt=":515:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;its just that im way bored sittin' here and in my bedroom if not. I had no other choice b boring anyway,describes the fascinating Irish trilogy of the Concannon sisters&lt;img src="http://omona-box.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/9ecca519ee3054b47ace54b9c095851e.gif" alt=":clap:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;. It's so cheesy! so so cheesy i must say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;It’s been &lt;em&gt;a week&lt;/em&gt; since &lt;u&gt;Ondoy’s WRATH&lt;/u&gt; &lt;img src="http://omona-box.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/8b0f50953592beb88c77bbcee80b6545.gif" alt=":blackcloud:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; but another typhoon is hitting the &lt;b&gt;Philippines&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://omona-box.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/th_j20.gif" alt=":?rer:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; . It’s &lt;u&gt;raining hard&lt;/u&gt; now here in our place &lt;img src="http://omona-box.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/20090519b07.gif" alt=":416:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; and everyone : from &lt;em&gt;televisions&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;radio shows&lt;/em&gt; are panicking to much! Its still here in the countries vicinity &lt;img src="http://omona-box.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/1241596636-505737.gif" alt=":?12!:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; . I could understand them because this typhoon is &lt;b&gt;stronger&lt;/b&gt; than any other typhoons that hit the Philippines. &lt;img src="http://omona-box.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/107.gif" alt=":nope:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;Typhoon Pepeng has been described as a “supertyphoon” packing winds of more than 200 kilometers per hour. Any hurricane with winds traveling at more than 200 kph is categorized as a “super typhoon.” Super Typhoon Pepeng is technically described as a Category 5 hurricane on the Saffir-Simpson scale with skin-searing winds of 210 kph. This one promises to be the granddaddy of typhoons ever to hit the Philippines. -&lt;a href="http://businessmirror.com.ph/home/opinion/16780-pepeng-a-deadlier-typhoon-.html"&gt;Business Mirror&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHATTHEHECK!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://omona-box.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/58.gif" alt=":mygood:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm so bored this time.. i ate a lot since ive done with the book. Whole day...or lesser, i estimate.. i started it last night 11:00 pm and i end up..without eating or sleeping at 2:00 pm of this day. (its not an exception to me, being lazy waking early since i dont sleep) &lt;b&gt;I watched &lt;/b&gt;news in some sort of channels and i find it not interesting at all &lt;img src="http://omona-box.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/1244878532-144918.gif" alt=":515:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; . I am &lt;u&gt;super pissed off&lt;/u&gt; because im still &lt;em&gt;one hour&lt;/em&gt; sittin here, staring blankly to html codes, clearly its &lt;b&gt;blogging time&lt;/b&gt; when i suddenly hit the button of the AVR and restarted again &lt;img src="http://omona-box.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/4b79170ca21b60e42f5ad9bcc55623fb.gif" alt=":clock:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; . That was so cruel! I  dont think &lt;em&gt;my day was well-spent&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img src="http://omona-box.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/57.gif" alt=":kitty:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; . I don’t want to &lt;u&gt;elaborate why&lt;/u&gt; &lt;img src="http://omona-box.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/1243906234-122893.gif" alt=":712:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope &lt;b&gt;Typhoon Pepeng&lt;/b&gt; had made nothing but series of wind scowling, and mild rainfall in the metro, compared to the others in northern part of the country that really shaked and destroyed. it's &lt;u&gt;stronger&lt;/u&gt; as it was expected to be &lt;img src="http://omona-box.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/9ecca519ee3054b47ace54b9c095851e.gif" alt=":clap:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; .In preparation to this, momma had her &lt;u&gt;Cellphones&lt;/u&gt; charged &lt;img src="http://omona-box.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/93730e7e98dcc2c969fb02496f08af5e.gif" alt=":telepooon:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; , candles ready, and i do not care at all... haha... im tired of looking at the screen to see how many lives were lost and how much damage it cause the country.&lt;img src="http://omona-box.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/57.gif" alt=":kitty:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; The catastrophe since inevitable since were near the Pacific were typhoons build up, but still... its man's fault for pushing hard to nature, harsher and harsher&lt;img src="http://omona-box.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/1243906234-122893.gif" alt=":712:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; as the young generation continue to dominate the world. We will soon end up, dying for what we had done to nature. Then rain had  &lt;em&gt;stopped&lt;/em&gt;. What should happen next?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOD BLESS THE PHILIPPINES&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/SsiQ1sZzlBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8HkV735BCoQ/s1600-h/meh....bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/SsiQ1sZzlBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8HkV735BCoQ/s320/meh....bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388716206275662866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nevertheless...its worth dying for.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-1832050763600640768?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1832050763600640768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/ebullient-as-ever-i-wont-bifurcate-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1832050763600640768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/1832050763600640768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/ebullient-as-ever-i-wont-bifurcate-in.html' title='Ebullient as Ever!, I wont bifurcate in accordance with the specifics'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/SsiQ1sZzlBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8HkV735BCoQ/s72-c/meh....bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-5416134451596115584</id><published>2009-10-03T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:09:26.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadistic writer'/><title type='text'>My New Blog Face...</title><content type='html'>hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting so bored this time. Now, im on my peak, and all i can do is to do everything that will make myself busy. Is it normal for a seventeen year old girl to wake up 11:00 while the sun shines bright and sleep 4:00 in the breaking dawn while reading a super mega uper thick book while the others snore down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, it not natural of course.&lt;br /&gt;that's what brought me up to change my blog face again.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the screenshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/Ssb3bUBBInI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zEXJMObFjh4/s1600-h/mahblog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/Ssb3bUBBInI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zEXJMObFjh4/s320/mahblog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388266052796883570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just wondering, what if im a vampire... I mean if i were on any of Cullen's coven * girl vampire of course* shoes. What would i look like? im so mesmerized on how Stephanie Meyer describe each character in the story, I wanted to be like them. Bella after the transformation process.. dazzling and gorgeous after the venom had just scattered all throughout her entire human body. Well, i guess i can't bear, eating bloody red stuffs, like animal... oh.. that's stinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-5416134451596115584?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5416134451596115584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-new-blog-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/5416134451596115584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/5416134451596115584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-new-blog-face.html' title='My New Blog Face...'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/Ssb3bUBBInI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zEXJMObFjh4/s72-c/mahblog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-577654051019639157</id><published>2009-10-01T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T06:53:05.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadistic writer'/><title type='text'>Encounter with an Old Friend...</title><content type='html'>huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed him badly.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-577654051019639157?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/577654051019639157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/encounter-with-old-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/577654051019639157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/577654051019639157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/encounter-with-old-friend.html' title='Encounter with an Old Friend...'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-7791626764213274071</id><published>2009-09-29T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:46:54.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadistic writer'/><title type='text'>Finally... Franz!..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Postcript: hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A product of my mind, A stupidity in sight. A circumstance that will never ever happen&lt;br /&gt;Cause im the one who will condemn itself too happen.. So everything is just a joke..haha&lt;br /&gt;You take it too real! He's only my best friend... and it will never ever change...&lt;br /&gt;lol, Im so bored this time... im really really bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i posted in my facebook account is just a joke!! haha.. *lmfao*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Facebook Account says...." TAKE A BREAK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="header10"&gt;I need a break...&lt;/div&gt; I need a break like a really long long long break. I need to experience more of life to be able to create but all we do in school is work and work and tonnes of assignment. Sometimes I wonder if school really is a learning place. We go to school to learn, but are we really learning anything in school? For all I know what we do is receive assignment and complete them and get the next assignment. How much more of this kind of life do I have to undergo? If this is really what is expected from us when we work , sometimes I really wonder am I choosing the right path. I know life is never easy, there's is never a job that pays you money for you to sit there and not do anything. But don't we always feel that the best of what you can do is definitely not something that is 'force' out of you? I cannot tolerate life like this. Killing my brain cells everyday to think of something 'new'. I feel a need to make myself happy because I cannot remember the last time I actually smiled at something because I am really happy. Do we tend to lose that as we get older, as in the ability to smile genuinely? I need a break, I feel my shoulders weigh a thousand tonnes, my body stiff, my head heavy and its so hard to breathe. There's one I woke up from my dreams feeling extremely down and found tears on my face. Why am I like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. there are times that i need the necessity to go to school. And its starts at this point. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/SsIPfhP-msI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fDoQFL3A5n8/s1600-h/ji3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/SsIPfhP-msI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fDoQFL3A5n8/s320/ji3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386885138464283330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Will you save the last dance for me?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-7791626764213274071?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7791626764213274071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-kami-na-ehehe-f-ahahasee-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/7791626764213274071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/7791626764213274071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-kami-na-ehehe-f-ahahasee-my.html' title='Finally... Franz!..'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/SsIPfhP-msI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fDoQFL3A5n8/s72-c/ji3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-5257873060020291609</id><published>2009-09-28T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:11:51.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadistic writer'/><title type='text'>I Think of You - Tata Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love this song so much!! Everything s real... But only in my dreams..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All i can do is think of you.. I cant even show my affection to you. I just need to think of you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And accept that you cant be mine. But at least..im fine with it. As long as your happy, seeing you you smile makes me happy too. .but incomplete too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm down and all alone&lt;br /&gt;When nothing seems to matter&lt;br /&gt;When I lose my hope&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sad and confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it all gets turned around and 'round&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to reach for solid ground&lt;br /&gt;When everything I've believed in seems untrue&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Is think of you&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Like you chase away the storm&lt;br /&gt;Making it all okay&lt;br /&gt;I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and I'm strong&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can go on&lt;br /&gt;It's like you set me free&lt;br /&gt;When life gets the best of me&lt;br /&gt;I just think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what love means&lt;br /&gt;And whatever life may hold for me&lt;br /&gt;Through the fire&lt;br /&gt;Through the rain I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's nothing I can't bear&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you will be there&lt;br /&gt;If I fall I won't break&lt;br /&gt;Through it all I'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Cause all I have to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I think I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the way to go&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the rain of my own tears&lt;br /&gt;To wash away the pain and fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the good times and the bad times&lt;br /&gt;I just think of you&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know you get the best of me&lt;br /&gt;I just think of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-5257873060020291609?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5257873060020291609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-of-you-tata-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/5257873060020291609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/5257873060020291609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-of-you-tata-young.html' title='I Think of You - Tata Young'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175097377865833399.post-3850405767967342336</id><published>2009-09-27T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T02:00:26.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadistic writer'/><title type='text'>You said it feels so good, i shall give it a try.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" I'm gonna hit the pile of books over again,&lt;br /&gt;And try hypnotizing myself with the motto- I LOVE TO STUDY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got hold of a clutch bag, and i can't stop staring at it. I swear i'm going to spend big bucks onpartying with my friends after i get to understand this major subjects this term. I stopped counting my freckles and i'm starting to love rainy days and those raindrops over my head (That's why im always out for rain.. im not bringing my umbrella either, it makes me comfy to play with the rain, especially when im with someone who love it too.. Drexler!! haha..were having fun walking late at night after layouting). So comforting yet so familiar. Whenever people starts to ask who's the man/boy in my life, i will shrug and mumble, "they do not exist." I have no time for any affection right now, i'm going to shun it all if possible. But a little crush or so won't hurt right?... If i remember,( of if your an avid fan of my blog..) I used to post &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"But a little crush or so won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hurt right?"&lt;/span&gt; as a subject for my past blog. Nothing's special... Because right this time.. there no is no one or someone whom i feel is special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lost in myself terribly this week, i stopped breathing for a moment or two. The fact that i had to act as the new Edito-in-Chief for this two terms has arrived and it was almost like a wake up call for me. I'm going to hit the stack of books alongside those softies and coffeeines to keep me awake. The least i can do for now i doubt. And i'll have to lean against trusty friends that i can count on. Falling in love with things that hardly attracts you a single bit can be pretty hard. Hopefully I'm able to, with books and a wholesome of notes, formulas and methods. I will be gone along with the wind and piles of papers that causes ridiculous headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be a burden with my other friends this time.. I should learn by myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/Sr8neiqN6VI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dBwu-gMVARU/s1600-h/weeew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/Sr8neiqN6VI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dBwu-gMVARU/s320/weeew.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386067085011839314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There's nothing i cant bear.. knowing that you will be there..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175097377865833399-3850405767967342336?l=melgapardilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3850405767967342336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-said-it-feels-so-good-i-shall-give.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/3850405767967342336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4175097377865833399/posts/default/3850405767967342336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melgapardilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-said-it-feels-so-good-i-shall-give.html' title='You said it feels so good, i shall give it a try.'/><author><name>Melga Pardilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738321355810076082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-jd47MdEA4/Tq63Xw5S2lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t0Q9Zd-KxJQ/s220/313103_1514668203117_1726820749_751817_163734630_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcviI4qJLrI/Sr8neiqN6VI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dBwu-gMVARU/s72-c/weeew.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
