<?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-5010850</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:04:24.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog for my written works</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog for my written works</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melicha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melicha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>melich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010850.post-116456165021137451</id><published>2006-11-26T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T09:20:50.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know you’re addicted to Korean dramas if…  InquirerLast updated 03:12pm (Mla time) 11/16/2006   1. YOU’VE tried, or you’re trying, to learn Korean in the hopes that one day you’ll watch your favorite dramas without aid of dubbing or subtitles.  2. You’ve watched your favorite dramas at least three times, and your favorite scenes -- the most heart-wrenching or the most kilig -- at least 10.  3</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/116456165021137451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/116456165021137451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melicha.blogspot.com/2006_11_26_archive.html#116456165021137451' title=''/><author><name>melich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010850.post-116456143978770226</id><published>2006-11-26T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T09:17:19.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spellbinding TV fare  InquirerLast updated 03:12pm (Mla time) 11/16/2006   THE HYPE over Korean dramas, which began airing alongside Chinovelas three years ago, is as strong as ever. Pinoy viewers can’t seem to get enough of such shows as "Jewel in the Palace," "Lovers in Paris" and "Endless Love."  Just what is it about Korean drama that has Filipino audiences completely spellbound?  Short and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/116456143978770226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/116456143978770226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melicha.blogspot.com/2006_11_26_archive.html#116456143978770226' title=''/><author><name>melich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010850.post-111747903695324498</id><published>2005-05-30T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T11:50:36.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lol, found this online. As a favor to a friend sophomore year, i agreed to write this piece for the school paper. Reading it again, i just have to say-- gosh it's so ditzy, hee hee.Saying helloThey say that to lead a healthy life, especially as a college student, one must strike a balance between studying and socializing. Lucky for us because we get to have the best of both worlds. We all know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/111747903695324498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/111747903695324498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melicha.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111747903695324498' title=''/><author><name>melich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010850.post-109344903549541867</id><published>2004-08-25T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T08:50:35.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An article about Raymund Narag, Rosanne's friend, published todayFinding Purpose in JailIN 1995, 21-year-old Raymund Narag had a promising future ahead of him. He was about to graduate cum laude from the University of the Philippines and was a leader in various college activities and organizations. He was set on becoming a lawyer and had plans to enter the UP College of Law. He had a family </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/109344903549541867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/109344903549541867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melicha.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109344903549541867' title=''/><author><name>melich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010850.post-108131055087158214</id><published>2004-04-06T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T21:06:11.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Out of the classroom, into the community"WHAT will you do after graduation?" is perhaps the most common question posed to college seniors. Although replies usually reveal plans of entering the workforce, setting up businesses or going into further studies, you may just hear one or two who are bent on making a difference by becoming NGOs, priests, teachers or entering other service-oriented </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/108131055087158214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/108131055087158214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melicha.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108131055087158214' title=''/><author><name>melich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010850.post-105724169466456465</id><published>2003-07-03T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T18:53:38.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just another story     Once upon a time, there was a 15 year-old-girl who was deeply infatuated with a 21-year-old guy. They met one summer in a play, where the girl was one of the lead actors and the guy, the assistant director. Weeks before the show opened, the actor playing opposite the girl backed out and the guy volunteered to take his place. However, the director replaced the guy with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/105724169466456465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/105724169466456465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melicha.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105724169466456465' title=''/><author><name>melich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010850.post-90003832</id><published>2003-03-02T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T01:51:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm amazed how people get together, and even marry, as a result of chatting. To hit it closer to home, some of these people are my friends.  The essay below is inspired by my friends who have found their significant other via the internet.Cyber romance can be just as true or false as the low-tech versionFebruary 13, 2003Inquirer News ServiceI FIRST heard of a cyber-relationship when my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/90003832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/90003832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melicha.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90003832' title=''/><author><name>melich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010850.post-90003534</id><published>2003-03-02T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T01:40:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This essay is a result of a semester in my European Cinema class. I realized soon after how much I have missed before by dismissing all Euro films as artsy-fartsy. Euro films' simplicity and subtlety lost on Filipinos October 09, 2002 Inquirer News Service AT THE FIRST meeting of my European Cinema class in Ateneo de Manila University, our teacher, Father Nick, asked us to name five </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/90003534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/90003534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melicha.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90003534' title=''/><author><name>melich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010850.post-90003369</id><published>2003-03-02T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T01:51:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something I wrote for class... I don't think my prof appreciated the humor in this one, which explains my less-than-satisfactory grade.                                                          Today's REAL HoroscopeAries:  You are deep and personal in your thoughts, the quiet type.  In fact, you don’t speak at all because you think you are too good to speak to others.  You are conceited and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/90003369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/90003369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melicha.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90003369' title=''/><author><name>melich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010850.post-88412728</id><published>2003-02-01T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T01:54:19.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's bad enough to like someone who does not like you back. But to have a crush on someone who does not know you exist? Ugh,  the pits.  Especially if you're a girl and all you can do is make pa-cute and hope that he'd notice you...A lesson unlearned Inquirer News ServiceMarch 13, 2002RUMMAGING through my things one night, I dug up something I haven't seen for a long time-my grade school </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/88412728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/88412728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melicha.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88412728' title=''/><author><name>melich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010850.post-88411429</id><published>2003-02-01T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T01:55:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you think picking up guys in this country is easy--even if you have valid excuse for it (like we did)--you are WRONG!  This assignment shows that Filipino guys are  not yet ready to get "picked up."  I guess it's just done not here. Which is why the guys we "picked up" smelled something fishy the minute we approached them.Nevertheless, I enjoyed doing this little assignment.Hard art </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/88411429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/88411429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melicha.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88411429' title=''/><author><name>melich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010850.post-88406229</id><published>2003-02-01T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T01:58:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An article about my trip to Canada last summer...  I think this version is a bit too short--I had to remove a lot of parts in order to meet Inquirer's word limit.  I'm trying to find the original, longer version but it seems that I've lost it. Oh, well.Going solo in VancouverInquirer News Service Sept. 25, 2002By Melissa TelanIF you wish for peace and calm, then a vacation in Vancouver in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/88406229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/88406229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melicha.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88406229' title=''/><author><name>melich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010850.post-88404716</id><published>2003-02-01T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T01:57:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is an essay I wrote way back in high school--I found it years later, chiseled it a bit and submitted it to my English class since I was too tamad to write something that time, hehe.  After that, I submitted it for publication. Unlike what some people would like to think, this is entirely fiction... although you can say it's inspired by my weight loss a long, long time ago.Reflections of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/88404716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/88404716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melicha.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88404716' title=''/><author><name>melich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010850.post-88404090</id><published>2003-02-01T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T01:59:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> wrote this essay for class before submitting it to Youngblood.  It makes me sad and nostalgic whenever I reread it.. it reminds me how simpler life was when i little. How even the smallest things could cause me such glee. And of course, it reminds me of Christine.Christine’s SwingYoungbloodIF YOU happen to pass by a street called Sampaguita in Mandaluyong, please give it a kiss for me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/88404090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/88404090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melicha.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88404090' title=''/><author><name>melich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010850.post-88403990</id><published>2003-02-01T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T01:46:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This piece is about two things I love: bargains and books.Book lovers’ guide to bargain-hunting Inquirer News Service June 20, 2001SO, you’re hooked on books. You devour every scrap and morsel you can get your hands on, but it’s not enough to keep you still. It’s exasperating how you constantly find yourself itching to buy another paperback right after you finish one because those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/88403990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/88403990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melicha.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88403990' title=''/><author><name>melich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010850.post-88379335</id><published>2003-02-01T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T00:45:42.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think this essay is self-explanatory. Every semster, without fail, it comes... I can't wait for graduation, when I won't ever have to encounter hell month again.How to survive 'hell month'February 26, 2003Inquirer News ServiceAH yes, dear student, the school year is ending. But before planning that summer trip to the beach, you have to undergo one final hurdle: hell month.Hell month translates </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/88379335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010850/posts/default/88379335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melicha.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88379335' title=''/><author><name>melich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
