<?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-4139949</id><updated>2011-10-09T21:21:59.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F r a g m e n t e D... T th oug hts.</title><subtitle type='html'>My life is a V E R T I G O...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>444</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-4081933362630312573</id><published>2011-03-30T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T19:26:05.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Mini Me</title><summary type='text'>I am looking forward to Friday because I'll be forever bound to your dad who I love so dearly.
I am looking forward to April since we'll start shopping for your stuff.  I hope you won't mind that my favorite color is purple and you might get tons of those.
I am looking forward to May since I'll be spending my birthday in our new home with you inside me.
I am looking forward to June coz by then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/4081933362630312573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=4081933362630312573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/4081933362630312573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/4081933362630312573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-my-mini-me.html' title='To My Mini Me'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-3174639197319548578</id><published>2011-01-05T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T04:25:31.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning a New Leaf</title><summary type='text'>Happy 2011! Once again cobwebs are visible in my blogspot.  Haven't done much maintenance either.  My plan of changing my template every month is not that feasible anymore since I'm working my ass off for 12-14 hours a day...talk about me being workaholic.  Actually I already practiced saying "NO" the past 3 months for non-work stuff but still, 12 hours is not enough to do all the delivery work.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/3174639197319548578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=3174639197319548578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/3174639197319548578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/3174639197319548578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2011/01/turning-new-leaf.html' title='Turning a New Leaf'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-3509232688699086056</id><published>2010-08-08T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T16:56:41.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Revior A Bientot Aly</title><summary type='text'>I haven’t blogged for quite sometime simply because I can’t make time to blog.  There are a lot of events that happened already and I never got the chance to write about them.   Okay so let’s back track to June since my last post was May.  There are about 4 friends who got married last June.  Amazing, it seems like it was just yesterday that we had to attend several parties for friend’s 18th </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/3509232688699086056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=3509232688699086056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/3509232688699086056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/3509232688699086056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2010/08/au-revior-bientot-aly.html' title='Au Revior A Bientot Aly'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-7620436038403009529</id><published>2010-05-20T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T01:34:44.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second: Stargazing</title><summary type='text'>It has been close to 4 months now that I've known him.  And today we are on our second month as a couple.  And I feel so blessed to have him in my life.  He came at a perfect time.  I am already healed of my past pains and I have come to know myself more.  I have proven to myself that I am capable of loving.  The moment that I have let go of the desire to be in a relationship, was the moment it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/7620436038403009529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=7620436038403009529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7620436038403009529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7620436038403009529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2010/05/second-stargazing.html' title='Second: Stargazing'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-6056202945449155741</id><published>2010-04-09T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T01:18:48.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Tears</title><summary type='text'>I had the best tears last night.  Not because I was sad or depressed but simply because I was in the company of great friends.  We had a farewell dinner for Andy who's going to venture to a greener pasture in search for a better career.  We began laughing even while were still checking the menu at SIAM up until we bid each other goodbye.  And the flashback of wonderful memories from my college </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/6056202945449155741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=6056202945449155741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6056202945449155741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6056202945449155741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2010/04/beautiful-tears.html' title='Beautiful Tears'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-8662413171650908847</id><published>2010-03-26T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:29:58.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Walks in the Park 1</title><summary type='text'>“30 more minutes and we’re there” shouted our trail guide James as we were stopping over a shade.  Then I heard him snicker under his breathe and uttered to himself “plus 2 more hours”. He said further “This trek is just a piece of cake, like taking long walks in the park”.  The park that he must have been referring to was probably Central Park in New York or Parke del Retiro in Madrid because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/8662413171650908847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=8662413171650908847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/8662413171650908847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/8662413171650908847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-walks-in-park-1.html' title='Long Walks in the Park 1'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-6586767568173673305</id><published>2010-02-24T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:07:55.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravedigger</title><summary type='text'>I've been feeling down lately.  Simply because once again people have been pushing me to dig the past.  The emotions that have long been put away in a crypt somewhere very deep into the ground have been taken out with just a single shovel.  I hate it when I'm interrogated or when people force me to answer them with things they want to hear which composes mostly of intrigue.  And so last Saturday,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/6586767568173673305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=6586767568173673305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6586767568173673305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6586767568173673305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2010/02/gravedigger.html' title='Gravedigger'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-1965168733117310761</id><published>2010-02-13T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:07:13.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrified</title><summary type='text'>I watched American Idol when I woke up and heard this being sung by one of the contestants...

You by the light
Is the greatest find
In a world full of wrong
You're the thing that's right

Finally made it through the lonely
To the other side

Chorus:
You said it again
My heart's in motion
Every word feels like a shooting star
I'm at the edge of my emotions
Watchin' the shadows burnin' in the dark</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/1965168733117310761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=1965168733117310761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/1965168733117310761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/1965168733117310761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2010/02/terrified.html' title='Terrified'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-430036019078925561</id><published>2010-02-12T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T18:32:55.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Funny Valentine</title><summary type='text'>  
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We met at her grandma's house, by the terrace where her uncle introduced me to her.  You see I came from Thailand but I'm not Thai.  I was discovered in a not so recent Asian tour by her namesake. The moment she saw me she hugged my huge body tight and run her fingers through my arm.  From then on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/5974001576319681211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=5974001576319681211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/5974001576319681211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/5974001576319681211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/11/guitar-monologue.html' title='Guitar Monologue'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/SwldcRv7nDI/AAAAAAAAARE/DyvRGtX4M7Q/s72-c/DSC_0359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-7037227987616592595</id><published>2009-11-18T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:44:22.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best days...</title><summary type='text'>Today was one of the best days of the week. Why?
I had coffee with Jasmine at Starbucks (yep I'm only 6 stickers away to my very first Starbucks planner). We talked and caught up with all the happenings while she's on her motherly duties to prince Ezri!  The weight I lifted last night weighed tons lighter as soon as I spurted out all my frustrations with work and non-work (if you know what I mean</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/7037227987616592595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=7037227987616592595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7037227987616592595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7037227987616592595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-days.html' title='Best days...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-6432907126145505469</id><published>2009-11-14T05:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:49:41.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Slow Me Down</title><summary type='text'>I just can’t get enough of this:

Rushing and racing and running in circles
 Moving so fast I'm forgetting my purpose
 Blur of the traffic is sending me spinning
 Getting nowhere

-         Have I been doing this just to divert my attention? To get my head away from thinking of people whom I think doesn’t even know how much they affect my mood, how my day goes, how safe I feel and how peaceful I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/6432907126145505469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=6432907126145505469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6432907126145505469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6432907126145505469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/11/somebody-slow-me-down_14.html' title='Somebody Slow Me Down'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-665665501159742395</id><published>2009-10-21T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:10:57.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what if I die tomorrow, would you mourn for me?</title><summary type='text'>WOULD YOU?

All day I have been tackling with people who seem to be diving down that steep slope of depression.  I talk them out of their insecurities leaving me all worn out and depressed myself.  I knocked my brains out thinking of all the kind and encouraging words I could say...And yet here I am...feeling awfully downtrodden...Feeling emo of all the days...Why?

I wish people could just get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/665665501159742395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=665665501159742395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/665665501159742395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/665665501159742395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-if-i-die-tomorrow-would-you-mourn.html' title='what if I die tomorrow, would you mourn for me?'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-353759241875895053</id><published>2009-10-10T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:12:48.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OT</title><summary type='text'>I tried posting this last night in the office.  I don't know why it didn't reach blogger...anyway here it goes:


I finished 1 out of 3 Change requests which is due Friday of next week.
My mom’s calling every 5 minutes checking up on me and my friends are asking if I can go out with them tonight.  
Who me? The Cinderella still at the age of 25.  When even if I work late nights I am still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/353759241875895053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=353759241875895053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/353759241875895053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/353759241875895053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/10/ot.html' title='OT'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-784111936921564432</id><published>2009-10-08T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:24:16.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you</title><summary type='text'>I am testing whether I can post blogs using this email add.To: Just so you know...I miss you everyday.When I wake up in the morningTill I say my prayer at night You are all I am thinking of.And when I walk home at nightWhile looking at the starsI wonder...If whether you'd be able to seeThe beauty of the night Be able to feel the comfort of the windAnd the serenity of my soul...Just by thinking of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/784111936921564432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=784111936921564432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/784111936921564432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/784111936921564432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/10/missing-you.html' title='Missing you'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-5088389704917773198</id><published>2009-10-07T00:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:24:58.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shallow waters</title><summary type='text'>I complained the whole day because I had nothing to do.  I was bored out of my wits, trying to study for the certification but nothing sinks in.  I tried doing the non-delivery work and checking up on emails from clients to finish off all the tickets.  I was done in 10 minutes.  Which means I have to find ways to keep myself busy for the next 8 hours and 50 mins.I walked around, chatted with long</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/5088389704917773198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=5088389704917773198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/5088389704917773198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/5088389704917773198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/10/shallow-waters.html' title='Shallow waters'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/Sst8xs7NI6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/F5KDKgEEfTU/s72-c/Shallow_Waters_by_AtraLilium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-2897628827601152470</id><published>2009-10-04T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:09:08.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Migraine</title><summary type='text'>Why do good people always get hurt?  Here I am wishing again to the heavens that the people I care about would be spared, from the devastating heartaches caused by human cruelty.  I was listening to Sara Bareilles' Gravity:And once again got the urge to cry.  I am heartbroken because someone is heartbroken and I can't do anything to stop it.  As they say getting over someone or something is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/2897628827601152470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=2897628827601152470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/2897628827601152470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/2897628827601152470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/10/migraine.html' title='Migraine'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-5405556100856628236</id><published>2009-09-29T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:53:25.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet madness</title><summary type='text'>When will I ever learn?I am falling again into the abyss of the unknown.Diving head on.Unknown.Dark.Dangerous.Yet falling still.In your pain.In your smile.In your words.In knowing you.I dive further.Sinking.Drowning in my own admiration.Suffocating on the longing for more.More time.More moments.More words.More knowledge of who you really are.I can't stand still.I am living my life to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/5405556100856628236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=5405556100856628236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/5405556100856628236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/5405556100856628236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweet-madness.html' title='sweet madness'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-7629974557200467783</id><published>2009-09-22T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:58:48.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intersection</title><summary type='text'>I just have to blog this...Today I am beyond euphoric if there was such state.  You should've seen my face, I was glowing.  I can feel myself glowing and my cheeks burning.And yet it is all too real, too fast, too much?Who am I to complain?I have never in my entire life been treated like some precious stone - exaggerating again.  But how can I ever describe this day without sounding too much? Nor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/7629974557200467783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=7629974557200467783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7629974557200467783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7629974557200467783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/09/intersection.html' title='Intersection'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/Srjl9Jg0FxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/G-7xAILgMec/s72-c/intersection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-2484772811254207687</id><published>2009-09-14T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:37:46.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentum-Killer</title><summary type='text'>I got home early today because as I was typing away on the code that was brilliantly scripted in my brain, the power in the office went out!  It was still 6:30 PM.  As an obedient employee, since I got in at 8:30 AM I fixed my clock for me to go out at 7:00PM, I know 9 hours seemed too long all of a sudden.  Although I turned on my pc back again, I couldn't think straight anymore.  It was as if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/2484772811254207687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=2484772811254207687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/2484772811254207687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/2484772811254207687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/09/momentum-killer.html' title='Momentum-Killer'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-4845220398099308019</id><published>2009-09-02T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:33:47.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICEBOX</title><summary type='text'>I got this ICEBOX where my heart used to be... - OmarionDid you know that I had a code name when I was in 4th grade?  Yep I was so hooked into this football movie: Little Giants that I adopted the girl's name: ICEBOX.  And there was only one person who remembered it.  He admitted of having a crush on me when we were classmates under Mrs. Montebon's homeroom.  Just a little trivia...Anyway, what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/4845220398099308019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=4845220398099308019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/4845220398099308019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/4845220398099308019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/09/icebox.html' title='ICEBOX'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-1916420341114379443</id><published>2009-08-30T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:54:29.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Worth A lot</title><summary type='text'>In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuingthe question:'What kind of man are you looking for?'She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye &amp; asking, 'Do you really want to know?'Reluctantly, he said, 'Yes.She began to expand, 'As a woman in this day &amp; age, I am in a position to ask a man what you can do for me that I can't do for myself?I pay my own bills. I take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/1916420341114379443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=1916420341114379443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/1916420341114379443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/1916420341114379443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-worth-lot.html' title='I am Worth A lot'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-6717663208363343868</id><published>2009-08-24T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:00:17.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trivial</title><summary type='text'>I know its awfully late but I can't sleep.  I think I slept too much on the supercat on the way home and when I got home I took a nap again before we attended the 6PM mass.I am currently opening up to a total stranger.  Well he's not entirely a stranger.  I met him 13 years ago and didn't see him after the year 1997.  We were in the same dance group in 2004 but then parted ways again since he was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/6717663208363343868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=6717663208363343868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6717663208363343868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6717663208363343868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/08/trivial.html' title='Trivial'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-5033145298420962121</id><published>2009-08-21T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:02:17.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick ?</title><summary type='text'>Is it too soon to say that I'm going to give LOVE another try?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/5033145298420962121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=5033145298420962121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/5033145298420962121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/5033145298420962121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/08/quickie.html' title='Quick ?'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-8390922085424236804</id><published>2009-08-09T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:24:05.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime</title><summary type='text'>Watched MYX and heard Aiza Seguerra play this with her band.  She made a nice rendition of the song.  I hope I could sing this someday with Attorney and friends...^_^I'm afraid, I'm starting to feelWhat I said I would not doThe last time really hurt meI'm scared to fall in loveAfraid to love so fast'Cause everytime I fall in loveIt seems to never lastBut every time your love is nearAnd every time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/8390922085424236804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=8390922085424236804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/8390922085424236804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/8390922085424236804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/08/watched-myx-and-heard-aiza-seguerra.html' title='Everytime'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-5574223550660687046</id><published>2009-08-08T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:30:10.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This will probably be very quick...We talked, August and I.  And I just realized, it is the month of August that I am almost healed.  And I felt at peace now, with him and even with myself.I am living life the way I want to live it, and the way it should be.  Although not at all devoid of worries but then I am left without any heartaches now.I told him I liked somebody else now and he said what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/5574223550660687046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=5574223550660687046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/5574223550660687046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/5574223550660687046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-will-probably-be-very-quick.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-9087365182715592287</id><published>2009-07-28T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:18:04.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you were here</title><summary type='text'>So what in the world am I doing this up this late?  I am supposedly making my objectives - yes we do this every year in Accenture - but unfortunately firefox doesn't work well with our website.~lately I have been listening to Incubus again.  I heard one of their songs from their Make Yourself album.  Then I asked 2 of my friends if they knew how to play it.  One heard it and the other one said he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/9087365182715592287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=9087365182715592287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/9087365182715592287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/9087365182715592287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish-you-were-here.html' title='I wish you were here'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-7554277421759970529</id><published>2009-07-25T10:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T11:18:45.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-L-A-T-E-D</title><summary type='text'>What make me crazy happy these days?  If you could only see me, I'm beaming, jumping up and down, welcoming every defect I can work on even it means staying till morning the following day, singing to myself, smiling while riding the jeepney to and from the office, feeling less hungry, craving for chocolates, urged to strum my guitar more than I should and of course sleep very well at night! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/7554277421759970529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=7554277421759970529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7554277421759970529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7554277421759970529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-l-t-e-d.html' title='E-L-A-T-E-D'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/Smp5R4fmtpI/AAAAAAAAAQs/wRs7AbU2TGE/s72-c/6129_1199550071944_1324304632_2123081_3887810_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-1584943555501453485</id><published>2009-06-12T11:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T13:59:57.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disrupted Plans</title><summary type='text'>To say that my week was such a whirlwind is such an understatement.  Anyway this week I've learned to accept that plans, though how neatly they have been, are always bound to change either by circumstance or just by fate.  I was supposed to be floating somewhere in Panglao Island by this moment yet I am here typing away infront of my computer, stuck at home watching Boys Over Flowers, reading </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/1584943555501453485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=1584943555501453485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/1584943555501453485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/1584943555501453485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/06/livin-la-vida-loca.html' title='Disrupted Plans'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/SjNAG8G-m3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_3-UI_jz8WA/s72-c/Day_Hospital_by_willylorbo.png.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-901558048563653801</id><published>2009-06-05T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:02:30.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A return from sabbattical!</title><summary type='text'>I know I was out for more than 2 weeks without prior notice.  It's all because my monitor got busted.   And I don't know I didn't feel the need to be online that much or that soon...So what happened for the past 3 weeks or so???spent my birthday with 3 of my favorite people in the world, then dinner with dad and mom.had dinner with my college friends and new found girlfriends(girlfriends of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/901558048563653801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=901558048563653801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/901558048563653801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/901558048563653801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/06/return-from-sabbattical.html' title='A return from sabbattical!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-7506762552137821477</id><published>2009-05-07T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:41:47.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces...Of...Me</title><summary type='text'>Yep!I'm slowly picking up the pieces.  I'm almost back in my game when all of a sudden I broke down.  With just one person, who doesn't even seem to have an idea what I'm going through or what I've been through, who has her own set of issues, seemed to have the power to stir up the bottled feelings inside me.  My cheeks were firing up and my head was about to explode.  I rushed to the ladies' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/7506762552137821477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=7506762552137821477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7506762552137821477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7506762552137821477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/05/piecesofme.html' title='Pieces...Of...Me'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-1786883008075967338</id><published>2009-04-28T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:18:46.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is in its right place</title><summary type='text'>Another day...I don't want to gloat.  I don't want to answer questions.  I don't want to explain why I am angry, sad or depressed.  I don't even want to stop smiling.  Its crazy!Motto for the day:I don't know...I don't care! - by FreedomI wish it were that easy to be genuinely happy for answered prayers.  That is if your answered prayer is for you but no, it had to be perfect for somebody else.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/1786883008075967338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=1786883008075967338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/1786883008075967338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/1786883008075967338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/04/everything-is-in-its-right-place.html' title='Everything is in its right place'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-648036473788392606</id><published>2009-04-15T22:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:35:31.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wounds That Heal</title><summary type='text'>I am currently attending a counseling class sponsored by Cebu City Alliance Church.  Nope its not a Roman Catholic church but a Christian church.  Now how did I ever get to know CCAC?  To make the long story short, I was invited by my officemates and August...I know, there's always a connection to him.After all the devastating weeks I've been through, I thought I could never go back.  I thought I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/648036473788392606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=648036473788392606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/648036473788392606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/648036473788392606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/04/counseling-class.html' title='Wounds That Heal'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/SeX6oGzHFDI/AAAAAAAAAQU/iib8_F5Hogk/s72-c/_Simply_love__by_mARTy___.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-6092528002645369864</id><published>2009-04-05T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:39:18.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of the Comeback</title><summary type='text'>Just finished reading some of the forums in facebook...It was so much fun reminiscing the happy moments during my grade school days.  And I also saw some of our old classmates and school mates - Rachel Anne Navarro, Hannah Candace Sumalinog, Yapi, Ramon Fernandez III, Emmon Pacres, Albien Jake Albina, Antoi and Claire Bulotano.  We met up at starbucks in Ayala and sorta jump started the planning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/6092528002645369864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=6092528002645369864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6092528002645369864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6092528002645369864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/04/return-of-comeback.html' title='The Return of the Comeback'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/SdjCeo_UrXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/USVJqVZvGro/s72-c/2671_1048462056302_1368230354_30228350_7137596_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-3533117765685563940</id><published>2009-04-04T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:46:52.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never say...</title><summary type='text'>Never say never coz you never know...--broken hearted but I'm picking up the pieces one day at a time...--got tons of support from real friends...I can see every effort of making me feel better and I am grateful believe me...I am thousand times over...--trying to learn another language again: Spanish...French is too hard without anybody to practice with.--kinda looking forward to the USC-SGS </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/3533117765685563940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=3533117765685563940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/3533117765685563940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/3533117765685563940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/04/never-say.html' title='Never say...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-6905163876844068264</id><published>2009-02-18T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:52:11.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Stop: CDO</title><summary type='text'>I'm pretty excited with our CDO-Camiguin Trip next week.  Finally a break from work.  Although its not like I'm too swamped.  Its still the start of the year.  But with the new project and all,  joining the team in the middle of UAT and catching up with learning all the processes, I'm still alive and kicking.  I miss multi-tasking.  I was born doing it.  I can't keep still if I have nothing to do</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/6905163876844068264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=6905163876844068264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6905163876844068264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6905163876844068264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/02/next-stop-cdo.html' title='Next Stop: CDO'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-4661939050171719867</id><published>2009-01-21T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:05:00.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Marvel at the STarS</title><summary type='text'>Took this picture last January 18, 2009.  Had the best time taking photos last Sinulog that I didn't mind at all that my feet's killing me, I'm sweating all over and I was like one of those who were trying hard to be dubbed as a photographer. Started the event walking alone and ended up walking still with August...Last week was hard, had to talk to iron things out.  And now we're hanging in there</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/4661939050171719867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=4661939050171719867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/4661939050171719867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/4661939050171719867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-marvel-at-stars.html' title='I Marvel at the STarS'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/SXc4uAb0r5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Tr4ZBOgUifM/s72-c/DSCN7070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-3477059167833470594</id><published>2009-01-12T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:53:25.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, the person with the biggest smile has the saddest heart!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/3477059167833470594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=3477059167833470594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/3477059167833470594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/3477059167833470594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes-person-with-biggest-smile-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/SWs9FR5rvyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dENUbCnWr0E/s72-c/Broken_smile_by_rebela_wanted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-8837772657979713644</id><published>2009-01-01T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:16:23.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chivalry is not dead!</title><summary type='text'>Chivalry, according to my bestfriend: is the sum of the ideal qualifications of a knight, including courtesy, generosity, valor, and dexterity in arms.  In my understanding, if applied to recent times it is when a guy gets out of his way to do small but noticeable acts of being a certified gent like open doors, stay at the danger side of the road while crossing the street, offer to carry our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/8837772657979713644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=8837772657979713644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/8837772657979713644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/8837772657979713644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2009/01/chivalry-is-not-dead.html' title='Chivalry is not dead!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-2126207674251782365</id><published>2008-12-04T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:00:19.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparks</title><summary type='text'>I finally found someone whom I can share my thoughts without speaking...So how would I ever do it? Communicate without uttering a single word?  Here are some ways:MAKE FACES - he knows that I'm on to something if I have a huge grin on my face or if I'm pissed if I have my poker face on.  I don't know how he does it but he reads minds.  As opposed to Edward Cullen of the Twilight series, he can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/2126207674251782365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=2126207674251782365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/2126207674251782365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/2126207674251782365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/12/sparks.html' title='Sparks'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-5069596394310635823</id><published>2008-11-10T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:54:24.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><summary type='text'>Today I was surprised by his actions...and he was surprised too...I try to thank the little things he does for me, showing me that he cares just a little bit more...Buying me lunch, taking my ride home just to make sure I was safe even if it was totally out of his way...I know I shouldn't go there again...Putting in colors to nothing again...All I can do is take a long deep breath...Is this real?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/5069596394310635823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=5069596394310635823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/5069596394310635823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/5069596394310635823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/SRhHX2EQ2xI/AAAAAAAAALk/SoQHCHYSx0Y/s72-c/2fb6fab081301e611d241eb25cd6bd7e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-2387412313668347609</id><published>2008-11-01T17:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:10:29.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Symphony</title><summary type='text'>He kept on singing the first few lines of the chorus...And I started to wonder again what it is that he keeps on humming.  He said he found it in his friends page in friendster and he liked the song.  So then I asked him what song it is and he said he forgot.  On the taxi ride to Guadalupe (I was invited for dinner to my aunts house) he sang it again.  Then he told me that what the title is - The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/2387412313668347609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=2387412313668347609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/2387412313668347609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/2387412313668347609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/11/searching.html' title='Bittersweet Symphony'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/SQwpnIq1ZzI/AAAAAAAAALU/FkxPqj9dNQo/s72-c/tired_of_waiting_for_you_by_pprincessbydawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-31477750434215267</id><published>2008-10-16T07:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:11:30.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication</title><summary type='text'>I'm not sure if this song is dedicated to me but it somehow made sense...Thanks to Kelem!       Today is a winding road    Thats taking me to places that I didnt want to go, whoa    Today in the blink of an eye    Im holding on to something and I do not know why I tried          I tried to read between the lines  I tried to look in your eyes  I want a simple explanation; what Im feeling inside  I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/31477750434215267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=31477750434215267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/31477750434215267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/31477750434215267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/10/dedication.html' title='Dedication'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-1155039285053553493</id><published>2008-10-13T07:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:48:10.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just leave a message</title><summary type='text'>Darn it Tag-board is not working anymore...changed to cbox...It's going to be a long week...Anyway, I found out that I can open my page in our office...goodie...I hope I can open blogger too...It's very secure there that there are a lot of blocked sites...have to go work...Aurevior...A bientot!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/1155039285053553493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=1155039285053553493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/1155039285053553493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/1155039285053553493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-leave-message.html' title='just leave a message'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-6443729969801389096</id><published>2008-10-11T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T12:40:37.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At some point...</title><summary type='text'>I was blog hopping...trying to get some sense out of this world through an artist's mind...I happen upon one of HER blogs... and I just wanted to quote...The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.  - Emil LudwigDarn</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/6443729969801389096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=6443729969801389096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6443729969801389096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6443729969801389096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/10/at-some-point.html' title='At some point...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/SPAtdZP3j5I/AAAAAAAAALE/fYCcDQJ6ECs/s72-c/The_Kiss_by_liquidtheoryinc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-6549972039297156923</id><published>2008-10-05T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:41:51.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once</title><summary type='text'>Watched a movie from Czechoslovakia 2 Fridays ago.  There were dozens of European movies that were shown in Ayala's Onstage.  We were hoping we could catch the one in French but then they changed the schedule.  The movie was typical, the acting was realistic, plot was somehow new to the Filipino mindset however the soundtrack was surprisingly well thought of.  There was one song that was also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/6549972039297156923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=6549972039297156923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6549972039297156923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6549972039297156923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/10/once.html' title='Once'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/SOhExWtikeI/AAAAAAAAAK8/jQY-mj5DofE/s72-c/onceposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-1121812549936892829</id><published>2008-09-29T07:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T12:46:26.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need I say more?</title><summary type='text'>Please dont say I love you, those words touch me much too deeplyAnd they make my core trembleDont think you realize the effect you have over meAnd please dont look at me like that, it just makes me want to make you near me alwaysAnd please dont kiss me so sweet, it makes me crave a thousand kisses to followAnd please dont touch me like that, it makes every other embrace seem pale and shallowAnd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/1121812549936892829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=1121812549936892829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/1121812549936892829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/1121812549936892829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/09/need-i-say-more.html' title='Need I say more?'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-8685900058326171522</id><published>2008-09-20T12:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:32:21.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mise à jour</title><summary type='text'>Finally, I'm home on a Saturday, nothing to do but laundry.  I'm not going anywhere.  No overtime in the office since Miguel, our counterpart told me to enjoy the weekend even if I still have pending work, no scheduled laag since girlfriend Rhea is packing her stuff - she'll be flying to Thailand tomorrow and staying there for 3 weeks (I'll miss her, no body would call me "HOI LABAY!" anymore!), </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/8685900058326171522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=8685900058326171522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/8685900058326171522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/8685900058326171522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/09/updates.html' title='mise à jour'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-2712217068363237171</id><published>2008-08-27T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:43:58.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDEFINED</title><summary type='text'>We are friends.  We are confidantes to each other.  He tells me his story and I tell him mine.  He leans on my shoulder when his head is aching and I, well I put my chin on his shoulders when I needed mending.  We like to eat out, especially during Friday nights, pizza at Acha Pizzeria.  We love music very much.  He pinches me and I punch him.  We do have our own little world sometimes.  It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/2712217068363237171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=2712217068363237171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/2712217068363237171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/2712217068363237171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-definition.html' title='UNDEFINED'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/SLVz5_JvB6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/OIMhXhlwqpk/s72-c/CMPRSDIMG-0620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-4615742645681934496</id><published>2008-08-08T07:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:04:17.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNWANTED</title><summary type='text'>Last night we had a talk.  And the uncertainty was brought into the table.  You were concerned of us hanging out affecting my dating other guys.  Come on...I'm not stupid and they are not either.  If they really, really like me they would get any chance to be with me regardless of me hanging out with you.   I'm sorry if I'm such a hard headed fool but I am not really convinced that you asked that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/4615742645681934496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=4615742645681934496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/4615742645681934496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/4615742645681934496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/08/unwanted.html' title='UNWANTED'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-8532130658817415595</id><published>2008-08-02T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:07:21.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>magnet</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe how much I'm drawn to your presence.  You don't seduce me, you're not that type.  Well what exactly is your type?  And besides I'm not easily seduced by looks.  There is a possibility for words...but then again it depends...Even if I'm just sitting beside you, I feel safe and loved.  Even if you are inches from me, I still feel you how much more than that?I am sitting here on a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/8532130658817415595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=8532130658817415595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/8532130658817415595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/8532130658817415595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/08/magnet.html' title='magnet'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-7934290996234168418</id><published>2008-07-02T10:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:14.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inlove with my Bestfriend</title><summary type='text'>MJ's wedding was so beautiful it once again brought tears of joy to my eyes.  It was very private and solemn, attended only by family and very close friends.  I chatted with her first degree cousin who was also one of the readers and she revealed that MJ wanted only 50 people at her wedding.  Then I thought to myself, I wanted that number too - if ever I'd get married - then I thought again, my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/7934290996234168418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=7934290996234168418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7934290996234168418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7934290996234168418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/07/inlove-with-my-bestfriend.html' title='Inlove with my Bestfriend'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/SGrwJIe7kII/AAAAAAAAAKk/pKQyRFsqb7o/s72-c/107638,1202764735,9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-3650621156419311509</id><published>2008-06-29T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:17:25.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best wedding song...</title><summary type='text'>best wedding song...And so I'm sailing through the seaTo an island where we'll meetYou'll hear the music fill the airI'll put a flower in your hairthough the breezes through treesMove so pretty you're all I seeAs the world keeps spinning roundYou hold me right here right nowI'm lucky I'm in love with my best friendLucky to have been where I have beenLucky to be coming home againI'm lucky we're in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/3650621156419311509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=3650621156419311509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/3650621156419311509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/3650621156419311509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/06/best-wedding-song.html' title='best wedding song...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-6406301678980440348</id><published>2008-06-29T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:14.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for a better me</title><summary type='text'>Amidst all the pressure - work: catching up with all the updating of documents, audits, knowledge transfers, conflict with office mates trying to keep my temper afloat, trying not to lose my mind despite all the stupidity floating around - anniversary party preparations: I have again the opportunity to organize a huge event however too much load had placed on my shoulders upon learning that I'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/6406301678980440348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=6406301678980440348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6406301678980440348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6406301678980440348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/06/looking-for-better-me.html' title='Looking for a better me'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/SGcuk3wq64I/AAAAAAAAAKU/xESDctW6LPQ/s72-c/DSCN5713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-2551113553095355062</id><published>2008-06-10T08:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:14.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gratefulness</title><summary type='text'>i wish i could tell youhow much i appreciate your existenceyour wordsyour stareyour laughteryour frownyour teasingyour making my head spin with angeryour touch...for letting me knowthat somehowin your own waysyou are there for methat you will never let me belonely or sador feeling bluefrom the bottom of my heartthank you...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/2551113553095355062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=2551113553095355062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/2551113553095355062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/2551113553095355062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/06/gratefulness.html' title='gratefulness'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/SE3OEljB7II/AAAAAAAAAKM/rsfd0zeoVb0/s72-c/DSCN4991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-6216359163712533927</id><published>2008-05-12T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:25:13.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold wind blowing</title><summary type='text'>As I stepped out of the plane to the Amsterdam airport, we had to ride a transfer.  I felt a chill in skin and I thought the whole country was airconditioned.  The wind was cold but nice...Its the same wind blowing in Madrid but colder.  Suddenly I miss home.  People here don't speak English so all we do is sign language.  But somehow we were understood.  With a little bit of French I got by...I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/6216359163712533927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=6216359163712533927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6216359163712533927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6216359163712533927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/05/cold-wind-blowing.html' title='cold wind blowing'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-7139960964917889123</id><published>2008-04-27T21:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:15.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams do come true</title><summary type='text'>My schedules' been quite full lately.  It had been a week now since our summer outing and so far my tan lines are still visible but all the sun burnt skin already peeled itself off.  There are still 2 more trips to look forward to: 1. Tagaytay and 2. Madrid, Spain (that is if our visa's are approved!)...Can you believe I'm traveling to Europe in about 13 days?  And it hasn't sinked in yet.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/7139960964917889123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=7139960964917889123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7139960964917889123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7139960964917889123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/04/dreams-do-come-true.html' title='Dreams do come true'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/SBSOJGLisEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8gFXM8w88ok/s72-c/Madrid_by_realizacao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-8946082998852710718</id><published>2008-04-10T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:15.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fogged glasses</title><summary type='text'>Life has its way of turning things around, funny coz I always thought that if I laugh today I may cry tomorrow.  That has been my belief since I was in high school.  It's not pessimism but more of realism that drives me to think that way.  Yet the past few days have been quite emotional for me.  A simple movie, song or even phrase drives me to tears.  I can' t quite explain the feeling, trusting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/8946082998852710718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=8946082998852710718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/8946082998852710718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/8946082998852710718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/04/fogged-glasses.html' title='fogged glasses'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/R_4yhWqwy4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/plHeJYeXTqU/s72-c/lonely__by_siGh89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-3064431823343116950</id><published>2008-03-23T20:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:15.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juno steps it up...</title><summary type='text'>Alright basically if you notice my title, you'll figure out that its 2 movie titles...Yep I'm kinda into piracy since I'm one of those who buys pirated DVDs.  Well I try to watch those movies on the big screen but sometimes I miss em coz of work or short on budget so instead of waiting 48 years for the VCD copy to come out in VideoCity, the nearest friendly video rental store, I'd buy em in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/3064431823343116950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=3064431823343116950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/3064431823343116950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/3064431823343116950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/03/juno-steps-it-up.html' title='Juno steps it up...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/R-ZXLAdYLGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FaGnm77rkoA/s72-c/stepup2_galleryposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-7184199375423107311</id><published>2008-03-21T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:48:58.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><summary type='text'>It's Good Friday but here I am still facing the computer after I've figured out why my front USB ports are not working anymore.  I kinda promised myself I'd clean my CPU, optimize my hard disk, free up some space -- if its possible, arrange my folders and so on and so forth...And I have to upload pictures both in APC (Accenture Photography Club) sharepoint and also in my multiply site.  We're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/7184199375423107311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=7184199375423107311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7184199375423107311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7184199375423107311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-8489260193366625884</id><published>2008-02-24T13:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:16.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rubber band</title><summary type='text'>Rubber band is a short length of rubber and latex formed into a loop.  Its of course elastic and durable.  But it also has its limit to the point that if you stretch it too much, it will break off...Work has been great in the sense that I have been kept busy, pretty much engaged but still able to attain the much valued "work life balance".  This is one of the reasons why I haven't been blogging </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/8489260193366625884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=8489260193366625884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/8489260193366625884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/8489260193366625884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/02/rubber-band.html' title='rubber band'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/R8EGrLxvDkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RxcpIzfxO6U/s72-c/callalily3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-4438687184024363048</id><published>2008-02-02T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T12:21:01.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeves</title><summary type='text'>I'm not the type of person who holds grudges.  If you cross me just give it at most a day for me to recover and the following day, everything's back to normal.  But this time, this pet peeves' voice keep ringing in my ear.  Her high pitched complaints, her swearing and even her evil laugh haunts my dreams.  I'm supposed to just shut it and go on with my work and the rest of my life but she's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/4438687184024363048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=4438687184024363048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/4438687184024363048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/4438687184024363048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/02/pet-peeves.html' title='Pet Peeves'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-2732873694992677161</id><published>2008-01-19T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:16.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s i n u l o g</title><summary type='text'>I'm pretty excited for Sunday's event.  Not only will I be back in celebrating Sinulog - for the past 2 years I've spent it either working on a project or working as an agent - I am more or less participating in it.  We'll be covering the event.  I'm lucky I got in the Accenture Photography Club and well we have extra perks like getting a Sinulog Photographer's ID for free. Well the company </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/2732873694992677161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=2732873694992677161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/2732873694992677161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/2732873694992677161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/01/s-i-n-u-l-o-g.html' title='s i n u l o g'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/R5FQyDaJqnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kKkxer9LKMo/s72-c/featured_pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-4324445450115847570</id><published>2008-01-05T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T16:31:16.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another typical day?</title><summary type='text'>You might wonder why of all the things that happened to me why I should blog about this.  Well for one this is a first for this year.  2008.  Year of the RAT.  It's our year.  It's MY year!  And as I watched the fireworks on New year's eve, I can't help but feel this huge sense of hope.  It feels good to be hopeful, to be looking forward to the vast unknown.  Not only am I hopeful but I'm also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/4324445450115847570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=4324445450115847570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/4324445450115847570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/4324445450115847570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-another-typical-day.html' title='Just another typical day?'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-6496216461619494061</id><published>2007-12-26T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:16.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P A S K O</title><summary type='text'>As part of the Christmas tradition/obligation, we attended mass yesterday at Sto. Rosario church.  I applaud the priest for giving out a great humorous and straight to the point sermon.  Of all the masses I have attended, never have I learned so much and laughed so much at the same time.  The priest -unfortunately forgot his name- talked about the true meaning of PASKO, a word which means </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/6496216461619494061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=6496216461619494061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6496216461619494061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6496216461619494061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/12/p-s-k-o.html' title='P A S K O'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/R3Jnv30aShI/AAAAAAAAAII/blFEK2lB3t0/s72-c/250px-Pasko_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-7159322654549156316</id><published>2007-12-24T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:16.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to all...</title><summary type='text'>I had my fair share of holiday rush yesterday.  I was with my brother and all along I thought it would be easy since I already have items in mind.  But then what would you do if those items are not available anymore?  Panic stricken, we roamed the streets of Colon till we ended up in Ayala.  My budget was off the roof!  But then my brother said, its okay.  Christmas comes just once a year.  And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/7159322654549156316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=7159322654549156316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7159322654549156316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7159322654549156316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas to all...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/R28eZH0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1a7o_aVqBE4/s72-c/Stargazing_by_skadj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-4067031517785620162</id><published>2007-11-18T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:16.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Death and YOU</title><summary type='text'>Pour aller à Paris et mourir!To go to Paris and die!PARIS --&gt;Should that be my dictum in life?  Nah... Its just an expression our teacher in French introduced to us when we were talking about the unique jobs they have in France.  Most if not all of the artists who created the most extraordinary paintings and sculptors were either from Italy or Spain or Portugal but they lived and died in Paris.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/4067031517785620162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=4067031517785620162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/4067031517785620162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/4067031517785620162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/11/parisdeath-and-you.html' title='Paris Death and YOU'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/Rz_Dpqf5vuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/l26fEhcpRbA/s72-c/76040907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-7657121541773923250</id><published>2007-11-04T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:17.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mind, body, heart and soul</title><summary type='text'>What have I been doing the past days???  Didn't get the chance to blog since first and foremost nothing knocked on my brain till now.  What am I to blog about???Got a couple of news and updates:I just finished my second session of YOGA yesterday and it was pretty challenging.  Although the techniques were well demonstrated by our teachers/instructors my body unfortunately had a hard time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/7657121541773923250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=7657121541773923250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7657121541773923250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7657121541773923250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/11/mind-body-heart-and-soul.html' title='mind, body, heart and soul'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/Ry3S89RqqpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JGLK8Wlez2c/s72-c/yoga_exercises_Urdhva-Mukha-Svasana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-3025737544621447778</id><published>2007-11-04T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:06:23.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mind, body, heart and sould</title><summary type='text'>    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/3025737544621447778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=3025737544621447778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/3025737544621447778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/3025737544621447778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/11/mind-body-heart-and-sould.html' title='mind, body, heart and sould'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-5556419824107403702</id><published>2007-10-28T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:29:08.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Proverbs...</title><summary type='text'>The tortoise said that it always travels with its musical instrument in case it meets other musicians.Stressing a state of maintaining a state of preparedness. Tell a child to wash his body, he washes his stomach.This is a sign of immaturity. &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;If the yam used in sacrifice does not die prematurely, it will eventually germinate.Things will eventually improve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/5556419824107403702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=5556419824107403702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/5556419824107403702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/5556419824107403702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/10/chinese-proverbs.html' title='Chinese Proverbs...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-372619798454962060</id><published>2007-10-25T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:17.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teasers Galore!!!</title><summary type='text'>Here are some photos I edited for our fund raising...The first one is for the first week.  The one below is for the week that followed.  The one that Doyle commented on is the 2nd one. Unfortunately both didn't make the cut since they didn't comply with Accenture's standards.  But I had fun doing them and learned some tricks a long the way.  Appreciated LAYERS more now that I understand how we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/372619798454962060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=372619798454962060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/372619798454962060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/372619798454962060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/10/teasers-galore.html' title='Teasers Galore!!!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/RyCn99RqqoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/X0RkZC0IKvY/s72-c/teaser_final4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-3363427376093063078</id><published>2007-10-21T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:17.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we give in sometimes</title><summary type='text'>I had this office mate.  She's pretty but stern looking.  Every time I look at her and try to smile, I have second thoughts because there's no hint of smile on her face.  She's not that friendly, well not as I hoped she would be.  She's the only one in her batch I haven't said hi to.  But then, her birthday came.  Days before that I added most of their batch mates's YM's to my list.  And so on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/3363427376093063078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=3363427376093063078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/3363427376093063078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/3363427376093063078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-give-in-sometimes.html' title='we give in sometimes'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/RxtUdgtdRyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GcmOmUVnAtw/s72-c/Meduza_Gorgona_by_Morskaya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-5477206556885927292</id><published>2007-10-13T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:18.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy week, such a busy week</title><summary type='text'>I couldn't complain anymore.  Got lots of task this week that I thought my life was a whirlwind.  We had to design a postcard for a fund raising event.  I never thought I could actually put my artistic side to good use.  I had to pull out my flash tutorial from one of my hidden folders and tried to review it but then we ended up doing just a simple design in JPEG.  We can't think of ways to embed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/5477206556885927292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=5477206556885927292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/5477206556885927292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/5477206556885927292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy-week-such-busy-week.html' title='Busy week, such a busy week'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/RxBJLgtdRxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zkjX_vsh0QM/s72-c/%28e%29SP_A0159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-8931755482710016076</id><published>2007-10-07T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:44:22.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanazakari no Kimitachi e...</title><summary type='text'>You might be wondering why I haven't been blogging lately.  For one, been busy with work; with the non-deliverables that is.  Recently joined one of the demo meetings of Silver and White Toastmaster's Club.  I still don't have that much load at work so I decided to join.  Maia told me to do things on my own, which meant me being involved with activities without having my close friends tag along.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/8931755482710016076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=8931755482710016076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/8931755482710016076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/8931755482710016076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/10/hana-kimi-japan.html' title='Hanazakari no Kimitachi e...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-4409664078552319881</id><published>2007-09-17T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:50:12.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's Me?</title><summary type='text'>Today my heart got crumpled again.  Didn't choose to, didn't want to but due to those unexpected comments from friends - I know He means well - those happy pictures and a mis sent message makes the feeling come back and replicate into a thousand needles.  Watched an episode of Grey's Anatomy and once again, Merideth's last line kinda stuck to my mind:in the matter of knowing what you want,those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/4409664078552319881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=4409664078552319881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/4409664078552319881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/4409664078552319881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/09/hows-me.html' title='How&apos;s Me?'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-3629198456436060934</id><published>2007-09-09T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T11:56:09.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a quick peek...</title><summary type='text'>Ok check out the slideshow I made for my friendster account.  While watching the slide show, my mom took a peek.  Then she said: "See van, your life is not boring!  You have lots of things going on basing from those pictures!"  Heck, yeah my life ain't boring.  Its actually full of adventures.  Here's the slide show! Enjoy! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/3629198456436060934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=3629198456436060934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/3629198456436060934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/3629198456436060934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/09/take-quick-peek.html' title='Take a quick peek...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-6519165651997922244</id><published>2007-09-08T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T11:56:21.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote for the day!</title><summary type='text'>Don't achieve to be greater than your contemporaries.  Achieve to be greater than yourself!- Criminal Minds</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/6519165651997922244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=6519165651997922244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6519165651997922244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6519165651997922244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/09/quote-for-day.html' title='Quote for the day!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-1775209504715292904</id><published>2007-09-08T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T11:34:49.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason</title><summary type='text'>I'm currently 23 years 4 months and 26 days old! I've already gotten my degree: BS Computer Engineering Major in Digital Systems Design and although my major is in hardware I have a job as an Associate Software Engineer in one of the leading consulting and outsourcing companies in the world.  And I owe all of this to a whole lot of people.  If it weren't for them, their sacrifices, their guidance</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/1775209504715292904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=1775209504715292904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/1775209504715292904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/1775209504715292904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/09/reason.html' title='The Reason'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-2322513933699333094</id><published>2007-09-02T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:18.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new look, new life?</title><summary type='text'>Got myself a haircut.  My hair was too long for a wash and wear manage!  Anyways here's my new look.  This picture is taken at Kul's Kitchen when I had dinner with my friends from elementary.It was taken using Karen's phone.  So who were there and what do they do after 10 years (didn't realize it had been 10 years since I graduated from my elementary education in USC South Grade School).In order </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/2322513933699333094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=2322513933699333094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/2322513933699333094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/2322513933699333094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-look-new-life.html' title='new look, new life?'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/Rtq23WbdTjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QY6NRPu9iHE/s72-c/m0ments%C3%9C%28757%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-6419098979316503907</id><published>2007-08-30T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:18.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting of the Uplifted</title><summary type='text'>I know to those people who have known me for years, who have heard every story of how I fall in and out of love?, or even listen to all my insane stories of that certain person who once again should not and forever be mentioned, would probably raise their eyebrows saying "Sure ka Van?"  or would say "Sus, here you go again!"  Well peeps, lets give ME time to forget, to move on, to probably find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/6419098979316503907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=6419098979316503907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6419098979316503907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6419098979316503907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/08/ranting-of-uplifted.html' title='Ranting of the Uplifted'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/RtbLXWbdTfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xu-dIRQf1B8/s72-c/vectored_by_smashmethod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-1787210088670677191</id><published>2007-08-25T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:18.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i should not talk to my friends about him...</title><summary type='text'>Chatted with my friend Karen and she made me realize that its wrong to talk about how I feel for AKBS with her and the rest of my friends since he's also their friend.  It would probably be unfair for him if we were talking about him with out him knowing...So I think I should shut up about it...Then again how on earth would I vent out all these feelings and thoughts if I can't even speak about it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/1787210088670677191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=1787210088670677191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/1787210088670677191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/1787210088670677191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-should-not-talk-to-my-friends-about.html' title='i should not talk to my friends about him...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/Rs-5ImbdTeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ezv6UCFIvy4/s72-c/What_More_Is_There__by_smashmethod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-1922217215512513171</id><published>2007-08-18T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:18.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it is...</title><summary type='text'>I saw him again and the same ol friendship is back.  Actually it was just on vacation...We were on vacation from seeing each other.  And I'm glad this thing(friendship) between us didn't change. He didn't feel awkward nor did I.  At first I confused myself with thinking that the feeling was still there.  But then after 20 minutes of walking in the streets of Aznar, I fathom that my feelings were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/1922217215512513171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=1922217215512513171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/1922217215512513171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/1922217215512513171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-so-it-is.html' title='and so it is...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/RsZR32bdTdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-7BqFwxL3Q8/s72-c/Mountain_top_by_klemzhu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-7919569303238168420</id><published>2007-08-11T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T15:28:14.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F r a g m e n t e D thoughts: On L O V E</title><summary type='text'>When love beckons to you, follow him,Though his ways are hard and steep.And when his wings enfold you yield to him,Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.And when he speaks to you believe in him,Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.Even as he is for your growth so is he for your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/7919569303238168420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=7919569303238168420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7919569303238168420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7919569303238168420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/08/f-r-g-m-e-n-t-e-d-thoughts-on-l-o-v-e.html' title='F r a g m e n t e D thoughts: On L O V E'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-9155717080906002543</id><published>2007-08-05T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:19.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmented thoughts: Friday I’m supposed to be in love!</title><summary type='text'>I was supposed to blog last Friday night but my tired body and confused mind gave in to sleep and so I put it off till yesterday but then internet connection was down so this is so late but anyways.So what exactly happened last Friday?Morning Inspiration:One of our CEO flew all the way from London for our office’s inauguration and most if not all of our senior executives were present the whole </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/9155717080906002543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=9155717080906002543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/9155717080906002543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/9155717080906002543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/08/fragmented-thoughts-friday-im-supposed.html' title='Fragmented thoughts: Friday I’m supposed to be in love!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/RrUbl8qGdWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BWqsolMiIm0/s72-c/I_m_Falling_Into_Memories_Wall_by_smashmethod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-5594576114749023241</id><published>2007-08-01T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:21:13.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crashing fast...</title><summary type='text'>nope this has nothing to do with my feelings...well not entirely...the mysterious became familiartoo familiar indeedi thought i would likehim to be close bybut not this closecan't movecan't breathecan't live?but then is familiaritya part of the package?am i lucky or am i doomed?why is everybody happy and im confused?will too much closeness be the reason for meto lose the feeling?Okay so its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/5594576114749023241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>f r a g m e n t e d t ho ugh ts: about guys and how they act around girls they like...</title><summary type='text'>Guys usually don't spill the beans about girls to a GIRL.  But in my case since I'm close to the guys, went out drinking with them, proven my worth of the secrets of the male denomination, I have finally gained their trust.Some guys are very affectionate.  They would really master up the courage to show their feelings to a girl.  Take friend one for example.  He smiles, talks, holds the hand of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/6825662166548024130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=6825662166548024130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6825662166548024130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6825662166548024130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/07/f-r-g-m-e-n-t-e-d-t-ho-ugh-ts-about.html' title='f r a g m e n t e d t ho ugh ts: about guys and how they act around girls they like...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/RqwzrcqGdUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1LN0lZdspLA/s72-c/What_Wild_Eyed_Beast_You_Be_by_smashmethod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-6358006108690207369</id><published>2007-07-19T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T09:57:26.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going home to the place where I belong</title><summary type='text'>I'm going home on Sunday.  It makes my stomach churn...I'm both excited and sad that the end of our training period here in Manila is finally concluding.  In spite of the traffic and polution, I kinda loved it here.  INDEPENDENCE...  But then again, I still don't belong here.  I don't belong to the group I'm with.  I have discovered a bit of myself because of them but I am not one of them.  I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/6358006108690207369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=6358006108690207369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6358006108690207369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6358006108690207369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-going-home-to-place-where-i-belong.html' title='I&apos;m going home to the place where I belong'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-8829441435205093373</id><published>2007-06-14T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:11:52.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grateful love</title><summary type='text'>~upto now i still wonder why i am attracted to guyz who can't seem to commit...for the questionnare in our new project, one of the question goes as: how many relationships have you had before? my answer? 0.5 =) its partly a joke partly true!why? because most if not all of the previous relationships i've had before were could haves...sad but true but it just makes me laugh now.~and with guys not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/8829441435205093373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=8829441435205093373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/8829441435205093373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/8829441435205093373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/06/grateful-love.html' title='grateful love'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-5746550929256427332</id><published>2007-05-28T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:11:20.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some reading and a nudge in the head</title><summary type='text'>My office mate sent me an email.  It almost want to make me cry of the most unfortunate event that could happen to anyone...And so I realized I'm not the most unlucky girl in the world...TODAY, I will attend an execution: my own. I will watch it with both eyes openand I will not cry. I will not break down just because the man I have lovedsince forever will marry someone else. I will watch him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/5746550929256427332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=5746550929256427332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/5746550929256427332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/5746550929256427332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-some-reading-and-nudge-in-head.html' title='Just some reading and a nudge in the head'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-7204133024237032989</id><published>2007-05-20T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:19:45.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i hate myself for falling</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe how stupid I am...I've fallen for a total creep again.  Why am I always attracted to a bad guy, a chick boy for that matter?  And I have to come around fast enough to forget it ever happened...In one of our chat sessions in the office he said I might have a problem with conversation...This moment in time, I would probably nod my head on Toto's comments on me being boring because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/7204133024237032989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=7204133024237032989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7204133024237032989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7204133024237032989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/05/sometimes-i-hate-myself-for-falling.html' title='sometimes i hate myself for falling'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-870849160030860920</id><published>2007-04-30T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T19:29:10.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cebu blues...</title><summary type='text'>sitting here in Legend Villas lobby just to get myself online for a bit.  I'm doing fine here in Manila.  Although the homesickness is slowly kicking in especially with different emotional struggle. but so far im looking forward to a career in Accenture... This will be a bit short since there's a couple of people in line to check their emails and friendster since its restricted in the office.guyz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/870849160030860920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=870849160030860920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/870849160030860920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/870849160030860920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/04/cebu-blues.html' title='cebu blues...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-7955943929483874579</id><published>2007-04-21T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:29:59.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be seeing you later!</title><summary type='text'>I cried last night...As far as I could remember, that was the worst cry I did...And you know why I cried?  Because I'll be missing a lot of people: my papa, mama, my brother...my friends, events, things and that certain person.I cried because I realized up to know he doesn't know that I AM JUST HERE. I always have.  He still couldn't see that.  And my mind keeps on saying to forget him but my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/7955943929483874579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=7955943929483874579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7955943929483874579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7955943929483874579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/04/ill-be-seeing-you-later.html' title='I&apos;ll be seeing you later!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-5377907465309035784</id><published>2007-04-11T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:03:19.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpected news...</title><summary type='text'>Just got back last Monday from our Tacloban trip together with my brother.  My back still hurts because of the sunburn.  I tried to do a follow up with Accenture since my mom keeps on bugging me to either do a follow up for a start date or look for another job. So I did both.  Met up with Soekarno yesterday to give him my application for LEAR. Called Gillamac this morning to verify if they've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/5377907465309035784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=5377907465309035784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/5377907465309035784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/5377907465309035784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/04/unexpected-news.html' title='unexpected news...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-4867762986994572802</id><published>2007-04-11T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:05:10.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Tori Amos song am I?</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- START YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;Which Tori Amos song are you?Yes, AnastasiaAren't you just the complicated enigma with some very dark secrets?Click Here to Take This QuizBrought to you by YouThink.com quizzes and personality tests.&lt;!-- END YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/4867762986994572802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=4867762986994572802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/4867762986994572802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/4867762986994572802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/04/which-tori-amos-song-am-i.html' title='Which Tori Amos song am I?'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-6207965155172928687</id><published>2007-03-30T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T00:52:48.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel empty</title><summary type='text'>That's what Merideth said in her bathroom talking to Christina when she learned that Derick's wife is in town, let alone working also in the same hospital they were working as interns.  I know I watch too much of Grey's Anatomy but I can't help it.  I feel like I have to know what's gonna happen next.  I don't actually relate to the character's situation but I can surely relate to how they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/6207965155172928687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=6207965155172928687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6207965155172928687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/6207965155172928687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-feel-empty.html' title='i feel empty'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-7012858860987546516</id><published>2007-03-20T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:19.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nota bene...</title><summary type='text'>to be able to read the continuation of what I like or is looking for in a guy please refer to my FEBRUARY 3 post... I just edited it now...unfortunately it was saved on that day...so...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/7012858860987546516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=7012858860987546516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7012858860987546516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7012858860987546516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/03/nota-bene.html' title='nota bene...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/Rf68pEmF4yI/AAAAAAAAAFU/t37MbxqSCBo/s72-c/Colombina_by_CrisVector.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-7549841790535926191</id><published>2007-03-15T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:20.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can feel the summer heat...</title><summary type='text'>I'm trying to look for another template for my blogspot.  I know shame on me, I keep on saying that I will practice Dreamweaver but up to now, I still don't have my own design for my blogspot.  Uhh...As what I've told Doyle last night, I'm not an artist by nature.  Don't get me wrong, I love art and I know how to appreciate one and got some taste into it but unfortunately for me, nature doesn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/7549841790535926191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=7549841790535926191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7549841790535926191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/7549841790535926191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-can-feel-summer-heat.html' title='I can feel the summer heat...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEpkuySPbY/RfjJvZtZd2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/cW_8d7m1WhU/s72-c/Picture+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-2496913820435782802</id><published>2007-03-01T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T17:16:15.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Lauren, Welcome back Vanessa</title><summary type='text'>I'm here in one of the cafe's near our house trying to get a hold of the list of my contributions for SSS but unfortunately their website: www.sss.gov.ph is not accessible so it would mean I'll have to try again tomorrow.I finally resigned from my job... I'm not a call center agent anymore, thank God!  I've had enough of phones, answering phones, getting pushed around by people I don't know and I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/2496913820435782802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=2496913820435782802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/2496913820435782802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/2496913820435782802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/03/goodbye-lauren-welcome-back-vanessa.html' title='Goodbye Lauren, Welcome back Vanessa'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139949.post-3292739011021165889</id><published>2007-02-05T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:41:32.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope for the day!</title><summary type='text'>Dear Vanessa Linda,             Here is your horoscope             for Monday, February 5:                           If you're genuinely interested in someone, go with it. After all, what's more charming than your fascination with them? Nothing, that's what. Any information you share now will further strengthen your bond.Would it still strengthen our bond if I'll be leaving soon?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/feeds/3292739011021165889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139949&amp;postID=3292739011021165889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/3292739011021165889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139949/posts/default/3292739011021165889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanelin.blogspot.com/2007/02/horoscope-for-day.html' title='Horoscope for the day!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212959266074072769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
