<?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-20160197</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:50:08.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vanillabean</title><subtitle type='html'>everything through my eyes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-115970959394059396</id><published>2006-10-01T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T21:33:13.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still lofty?</title><content type='html'>Oh dear blog! I have been neglecting you! School has been so hectic that I havent been online recently... well until now because I have so much free time due to Milenyo. (For the foreigners out there, Milenyo was the storm that hit the Philippines last wednesday). Thanks for leaving stuff sa tagboard! That shall be my comment place muna. I need blogging help by the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened and I dont even have the time to blog about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog...uhm someday...I'm so effin lazy right now...huhu...and my hands smell like dishwashing soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-115970959394059396?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115970959394059396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=115970959394059396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/115970959394059396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/115970959394059396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/10/still-lofty.html' title='still lofty?'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-115694676722017326</id><published>2006-08-30T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:16:57.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God IS for us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If God is for us, who can be against us?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what I've been constantly reminding myself these past two days. Have you ever felt that the whole world is against you? Or at least the rulers of the world, that can do whatever they want, make your last months living hell, take away everything you've worked for and punish you against your will? &lt;em&gt;(Wait I shouldnt be scared because God is way greater than any ruler of the world...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have that feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If God is for us, who can be against us?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already forgave them, and whatever will come my way, I guess I just have to embrace it. God is doing this for a reason. And if they really are &lt;strong&gt;TRUE&lt;/strong&gt; Christians, they'll realize the grave &lt;strike&gt;mistake&lt;/strike&gt; mistakes that they have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, you know who you are...&lt;strong&gt;WERE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER&lt;/strong&gt; =) they may break us apart physically, but inside us, is something no one can ever ruin or take away. Remember our promise that faithful night on the rooftop of all rooftops? Who are they to tell us what a real friend is when we truly know in our hearts what a &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; friend would do. Who are they to mock us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If God is for us, who can be against us?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I admit.&lt;/em&gt; We were wrong in some areas. And &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;, we already asked for forgiveness. But it seems that sorry isn't enough for them. Lets just continue to pray for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this continues forever. Lets just all hurry up and get away from that place &lt;strong&gt;a.s.a.p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dad wants war&lt;/em&gt;...HAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/320/friends%21.0.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the ones I cherish =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm pressed but not crushed persecuted not abandoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Struck down but not destroyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm blessed beyond the curse for his promise will endure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And his joy's gonna be my strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Though the sorrow may last for the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;His joy comes with the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its our song... woot?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-115694676722017326?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115694676722017326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=115694676722017326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/115694676722017326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/115694676722017326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/08/god-is-for-us.html' title='God IS for us.'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-115601240229315040</id><published>2006-08-20T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T02:33:22.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woot =)</title><content type='html'>i changed the template of my blog for &lt;strong&gt;A LOT&lt;/strong&gt; of folks have complained. It wasnt viewer friendly =P haha! i just used a pre-made one since i &lt;strong&gt;SERIOUSLY &lt;/strong&gt;dont have time to actually learn the codes and create a layout for i have been uber busy these days. haaayy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ANYHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO much has happened since last week! there hasnt been a free weekend for me...I want to make kwento all the happy happenings in my life =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...Im so sleepy right now (&lt;em&gt;2:35 am&lt;/em&gt;), just got home from ate kars debut..Maybe later =) by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; D&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be blogging later =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grander than the day before it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Loving life! And I'm not missing you! hahahaha!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-115601240229315040?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115601240229315040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=115601240229315040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/115601240229315040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/115601240229315040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/08/woot.html' title='woot =)'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-115435258718996998</id><published>2006-07-31T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:29:47.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fake</title><content type='html'>Its been so weird the past few weeks of school, I have suddenly degraded myself and have started to become laaazzzyyyy...like I know I AM lazy, but not as lazy as I am now! Like, I used to finish my homework before 11 pm and have a good, snuggly, sleep, and like wake up at around 5:00 am and manage to dry my hair with the use of the fan before 6:30...but now, I do my homework at, I dunno 12? or sleep first when I get home and wake up at 2 am to do my homework...rah! something is wrong with me! &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;, the brightside is, I think I've grown a few inches =) &lt;em&gt;woot&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today at school, I &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; took my physics test! woot! but then, I dont think I will be getting a hundred... but nevertheless! &lt;em&gt;WOOT&lt;/em&gt;! haha =) we also had the "&lt;em&gt;annual&lt;/em&gt;" picking of partners for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Linggo ng Wika&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which is held every year, and all batches dance to some traditional Filipino song. So there, we had to line up according to height to determine who our beloved partners shall be. BUT, this year, there is a twist! Since we're Seniors already, the boys get to pick who they want to be partners with &lt;em&gt;*gulp*&lt;/em&gt; well, that really didn't happen because the boys weren't man enough, so Ms. Nesa (our lovely supervisor) picked for them. The obvious obviously happens, Ms. Nesa pairs up the pairs in our class (rah! bad for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a conversation I had with someone (while they were calling out the pairs):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Someone: "I was thinking, sino kaya yung i-pepair kay Rick sating dalawa, I think ikaw"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me: "Ngek...no way ikaw na lang"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that Ms. Nesa called out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gela and Rick"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; I have changed the guy's name to Rick for private purposes =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know what to react or think, I just walked to the "already paired up" zone quietly. We dont want Rick to get &lt;strong&gt;MORE &lt;/strong&gt;sick and tired of being teased to me wouldn't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the turn of events, and possibly the truth that we are &lt;strong&gt;so not meant to be&lt;/strong&gt;, Rick and I were "&lt;em&gt;de-partnered&lt;/em&gt;" LOL =P what happend was, after everyone was partnered, one girl and one guy were left, the teachers didn't want them to be partners because she was taller than he, and she was only compatible to Rick's height so now I am partner with someone else. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I honestly felt a mix of emotions. &lt;em&gt;Sad&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Sad&lt;/strong&gt; because this could've been my chance to be friends with him again, and I just lost it. And &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt; because I'd be doing him a favor and he'd get his wish of him not being teased to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah. I got a lot of homework and I haven't even started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you have been wondering 'bout the title of this entry, I got it from beloved &lt;strong&gt;Karissa&lt;/strong&gt; =) haha! We were bonding kasi and she kept on saying "Fake!" haha =) I just love that girl! =) Always looking out for me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. Gotta jet. Physics awaits me. &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-115435258718996998?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115435258718996998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=115435258718996998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/115435258718996998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/115435258718996998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/07/fake.html' title='fake'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-115363319171926171</id><published>2006-07-23T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:51:53.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough.</title><content type='html'>OWKAY. If you have been making &lt;em&gt;"subaybay"&lt;/em&gt; to my blog, I've been making kwento about how Im supposed to sing with the guy I used to like, WELL fine, I still like, but after last friday. . . &lt;em&gt;I dont think I could anymore. . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday started out as any ordinary school day, lalala, eat breakfast, accidentally sleep for 30 more minutes again and find myself preparing for school at 6:30, etc. Went to school, had our assembly, Ms. Bau's devotions, the ever exciting PACE work. . .while I was excitingly working with my PACEs though, I started sneezing and coughing and all, and I felt &lt;em&gt;really, really, really&lt;/em&gt; sick. . .sooo the whole day, I just stared at my PACEs and/or drew on them with metallic pens. . .hehe. . .I also did my nails (with metallic pens) and my seatmate's nails! (&lt;strong&gt;trishaa&lt;/strong&gt;!) ANYWAYS I'm so not getting to the point here. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, today was also the day that &lt;em&gt;(humm lets call him = Rick. HAHAHA)&lt;/em&gt; I would know if Rick was a total jerk or not a jerk by what he was going to answer to this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Could you sing with Gela at my debut?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, that kept me awake the whole day, I dunno, something inside me somehow &lt;strong&gt;THOUGHT&lt;/strong&gt; that he was not a jerk anymore and would actually step up and prove himself worthy. . .too bad, I should've not hoped for anything because he &lt;em&gt;still is&lt;/em&gt; and always &lt;em&gt;will be&lt;/em&gt; (??) a jerk. (WAIT! No! He wont be a jerk forever. . .he'll soon realize the error of his ways =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rick&lt;/strong&gt;'s answer was:&lt;/span&gt; "No, Im scared to be teased."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Them:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Why are you scared to be teased??"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; "Because I'm so sick and tired of being teased to her, &lt;em&gt;eh wala na nga akong gusto sakanya&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could've just said no, he HAD to say he was sick of being teased to me. &lt;strong&gt;SORRY DUDE&lt;/strong&gt;. I didnt ask people to tease you to me. Gosh, he seriously changed. . .A LOT. Did some evil person take over him or something?? Hahaha! Kidding! I guess God wants me to FINALLY see that Rick isnt worth it, even after all the smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, was a really bad day. . .WAIT! Except for the part where our school's &lt;em&gt;"cafeteria"&lt;/em&gt; ran out of food so we had &lt;em&gt;sinagag&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;express&lt;/em&gt; for lunch! &lt;strong&gt;SO HEAVENLY&lt;/strong&gt; especially for 45 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I better get started. I have to make my vocals sound as good as Nina's! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gelabean &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-115363319171926171?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115363319171926171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=115363319171926171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/115363319171926171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/115363319171926171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/07/enough.html' title='Enough.'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-115314216799276646</id><published>2006-07-17T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:14:33.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you know the world can see us...in a way thats different than who we are"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, that highschool musical song is so stuck in my head right now since, SANA, HOPEFULLY, KELANGAN, &lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt;, I might sing it if someone just forgets about the past and be friends with me again! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if not, then I have to face the perils of performing alone. maybe sing Nina's happy birthday song -_- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;please sing with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;school was fun today =) had a few laughs...well &lt;strong&gt;A LOT&lt;/strong&gt; of laughs! I looove my friends =) There isnt a day that we do not laugh 'till our eyes are filled with tears..of joy that is...hahaha! I miss rainer though! And his accent..haha! he's coming home today from HK =) PASALUBONG!haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week will be busy. &lt;strong&gt;first!&lt;/strong&gt; I have to somehow get our arts group to finish the bulletin board, which we haven't even started on yet. -_- &lt;em&gt;am I the only one concerned?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;next&lt;/strong&gt;, I have to memorize this freakin 2 page elocution piece before thursday *tear* because sadly, our elocution finals will be held next wednesday already -_- &lt;em&gt;WHYYYY!!&lt;/em&gt; they announce it a week before? meanies. &lt;strong&gt;And&lt;/strong&gt; did I mention I have to take my physics this week? Which I haven't even started yet...&lt;strong&gt;rawr...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT.&lt;/strong&gt; despite of all this...&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know God is with me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =) so, that makes me feel a &lt;strong&gt;LOT &lt;/strong&gt;better! no worries man! haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the "me" page, I added a LOT of new fanlistings &lt;em&gt;(wuhoo!)&lt;/em&gt; and a &lt;strong&gt;must do&lt;/strong&gt; list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gelabean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-115314216799276646?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115314216799276646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=115314216799276646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/115314216799276646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/115314216799276646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/07/breaking-free.html' title='breaking free.'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-115306411551210856</id><published>2006-07-16T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:45:46.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog. New Life?</title><content type='html'>Here I go AGAIN. This is the 4th time I have tried to change my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Dont want to go into the details. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOO...how are you liking it so far? Yea I know, it is hard to scroll up and down, prove yourself worthy and find the invisible scrollbar =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 11:30 am and I haven't done my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"finish the PACE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; homework.&lt;em&gt;phooey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost Angelie's debut! =) And I've been chosen to sing! Rawr. I made the invites =)&lt;br /&gt;Here it is! Its supposed to be Arabian/Boho-ish, she told me what she wanted (colors/etc.) and this is what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/1600/final%20invite.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="284" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/320/final%20invite.0.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;anyhoo! Better get started with my 30 page homework =( I'll be blogging everday now. Well, maybe when Im not busy or when my homework allows me to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toodles!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Gelabean =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-115306411551210856?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115306411551210856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=115306411551210856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/115306411551210856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/115306411551210856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-blog-new-life.html' title='New Blog. New Life?'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-114854226140803307</id><published>2006-05-25T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:31:01.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sitti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Para Sa Akin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:15 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, im &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; listening to &lt;strong&gt;Sitti&lt;/strong&gt;, its my moving on song. Haha! Iknow you guys probabbly heard this for the &lt;em&gt;enth &lt;/em&gt;time, but this time,I'm &lt;strong&gt;actually moving on&lt;/strong&gt;! FOR REAL! I dunno, something struck me last night, while I was watching the first episodes of the O.C. Season 2,everyone was on the &lt;em&gt;"new era"&lt;/em&gt; attitude, everyone was moving on, well Summer and Seth are trying their best =P haha!&lt;strong&gt; BUT STILL&lt;/strong&gt;! They're still on the moving on phase..ANYWAY, Im starting to find my obsession for the O.C. is coming back (Thanks DAN! &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;*huggles*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;) hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE's what I did last night:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. constantly remind myself that &lt;strong&gt;I WILL&lt;/strong&gt; find someone more worthy than  &lt;br /&gt;    him.&lt;br /&gt;2. deleted all his messages that I have kept since forever.&lt;br /&gt;3. thank God that He is finally answering my prayers of me moving on.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;ACTUALLY&lt;/strong&gt; listen to &lt;em&gt;John Mayer&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; shout "STUPID!" and turn   &lt;br /&gt;    the CD player off and continue my hatred of him and be reminded of  &lt;br /&gt;    him...well..I did get reminded of him, so scratch that..LOL&lt;br /&gt;5. thank God again for all the blessings He has given me =)&lt;br /&gt;6. look at my prince's memorabilia one more time.&lt;br /&gt;7. pray that someone out there will sweep me off my feet for real this  &lt;br /&gt;    time, because I'm sick and tired of being the one always hurt, &lt;em&gt;its   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    not nice anymore&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know, despite all that, I cant help but smile at all the happy times we had =) sigh! &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; can replace that! =) but now, Imma go make A LOT of happy times with my friends =) the ones who will always be there, no matter what =) love you guys! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what can i say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i could not ask for more =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-114854226140803307?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114854226140803307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=114854226140803307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114854226140803307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114854226140803307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-era.html' title='A New Era'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-114795519401558139</id><published>2006-05-18T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:33:36.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Sa Akin =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Kung ika'y magiging akin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di ka na muling luluha pa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pangakong di ka lolokohin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ng puso kong nagmamahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kung ako ay papalarin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na ako'y iyong mahal na rin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pangakong ikaw lang ang iibigin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magpakailanman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di kita pipilitin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sundin mo pang iyong damdamin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hayaan nalang tumibok ang puso mo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para sa akin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song gave me&lt;strong&gt; hope&lt;/strong&gt; =) It made me have a new outlook on life. I mean, yeah nga naman! I cant do anything to change his mind =) I just have to enjoy life, no matter what! I mean, wah, I just cant put into words what this song does to me..and oh! it was sang by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SITTI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =) love her voice...it somehow inspired me to develop my voice.. =) i want to sing again! like I used to....=) Man, listening to this song also reminds me that somehow...&lt;strong&gt;SOME&lt;/strong&gt; guy will fall for me, and yeah, he would be the one this time, and he'll finally be my &lt;em&gt;very own seth&lt;/em&gt; (ate maxine! if ur reading this! hehe )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-114795519401558139?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114795519401558139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=114795519401558139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114795519401558139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114795519401558139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/05/para-sa-akin.html' title='Para Sa Akin =)'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-114727498485339521</id><published>2006-05-10T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:29:44.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart GOD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gosh!&lt;/strong&gt; Remember my last entry? Bubbled? I remember typing the last sentences to that entry...I think it went something like, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"And I know more blessed things are coming my way."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Im not really sure, but its something like that, God must have read my blog...haha! Well, He obviously knew that I was going to type that...And &lt;em&gt;YES!&lt;/em&gt; God did send me and my family more blessings...I cant say the others but I can tell you one &lt;strong&gt;[NOTE: I am not being brag-ish here, I just want to show y'all the awesome power of the Big Guy up there!]&lt;/strong&gt;...my dad attended a golf tournament today, and he didn't become the champion and all...so that was a bummer, but then he still had hope that the Lord would bless him during the raffle that was held after every tournament...so there...first they gave away the caps, shirts, and all...the minor prizes...my dad didnt get any..boohoo..then it was time for the major prizes...and when they were already calling out the numbers for the flat screen tv...my dad hoped that God would bless us with that...but sadly...&lt;em&gt;he didnt win it =(&lt;/em&gt; so he thought it was all over, I mean, &lt;strong&gt;HELLO!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;a really big flat screen tv??&lt;/em&gt; haha! he thought that was the grand prize..&lt;strong&gt;BUT NOOO&lt;/strong&gt;...the grand prize was this &lt;em&gt;mizuno golf set&lt;/em&gt; thingy...that was worth 60 thousand, &lt;em&gt;or so&lt;/em&gt;, the numbers were being called out...my dad was practically &lt;u&gt;sweating his socks off&lt;/u&gt;! haha! kidding..im exaggerating here..anyways, there he was...&lt;strong&gt;HOPING&lt;/strong&gt; that this would finally be the blessing...but to his dismay...the numbers that were called out &lt;strike&gt;werent his&lt;/strike&gt;..&lt;em&gt;SIGH&lt;/em&gt;...the story doesnt stop here though...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;unfortunately&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the guy who won the set &lt;strong&gt;WASNT&lt;/strong&gt; present! So they had to look for another person...&lt;em&gt;YEY!&lt;/em&gt; There was still hope for my old man! hehe! I think you already know what happens next...&lt;strong&gt;YUH&lt;/strong&gt;..he wins the golf set! and &lt;strong&gt;YES!&lt;/strong&gt; he &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DID&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; jump for JOY! haha!! I couldnt stop laughing when he was telling me the story..I mean..like its so..&lt;em&gt;AMAZING!&lt;/em&gt; after that, I &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALLY KNEW&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; God was going to keep on blessing everyone...I know that He has something great planned out for us. &lt;em&gt;For me&lt;/em&gt;. For &lt;em&gt;everybody&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I CANT WAIT =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer's almost over, and i havent gone to the beach! nooooooooO! haha! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-114727498485339521?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114727498485339521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=114727498485339521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114727498485339521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114727498485339521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-heart-god.html' title='i heart GOD.'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-114693159788900228</id><published>2006-05-06T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T00:06:39.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bubbled</title><content type='html'>its been quite sometime since i last saw bubbles, especially ones that i have blown myself, so just seeing and having fun with bubbles gave me a rush of excitement(?) for some reason...seeing them float in the air, covering our yard with rainbow spectrums and screams from my giddy little sister made me want to consider blowing bubbles as my future career..kidding! =P anyways, for some reason, the bubbles made me feel &lt;em&gt;so happy inside&lt;/em&gt;, you may find this weird, but it seriously did! like, my day started like..really bad, but then when i saw my sister playing with bubbles, i suddenly had an urge to try it out, and so started my fascination with soap suds that made me happy. weird. yet, true! try it out! im serious...bubbles &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; just make your day =D hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAYS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prince update...hehe! well i shouldnt be writing about the prince who &lt;strike&gt;broke my heart&lt;/strike&gt;, but then, every summer day that passes...memories invade my mind that causes me to arghhh! nevermind..haha...everytime i am reminded of him..i just say..&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPID&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. haha! im trying to hate him..&lt;strong&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt; =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuf bout that, and oh! i've been actually having a good summer afterall...even though im stuck in the house, maybe next week though i'll get to go to the beach already or go out with my friends =) being stuck in the house made me mucho closer to my family...especially with my sibs =) &lt;em&gt;happy happy joy joy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rar! forgot to tell you guys about shiriel's "roof" party =) hehe! i sooo loved it! i love "the gang" =) &lt;strong&gt;i love you guys!&lt;/strong&gt; sobra! haayy...im so glad we all got close...haaayyy...parked car..this night sky &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*wink wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hehe! and the padre! and our ramblings about kylie..haha shouting his name! lol! and the flashlight and chips...and the stars that changed colors..haaayy! =) im &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO blessed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to have you guys =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so much more "blessed" stuff coming my way. &lt;em&gt;i just know it&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-114693159788900228?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114693159788900228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=114693159788900228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114693159788900228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114693159788900228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/05/bubbled.html' title='bubbled'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-114640542879028554</id><published>2006-04-30T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:06:48.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Back</title><content type='html'>for so many times have I seperated myself from the love of my Father, all I cared about was having a "love" thing. I always had to convince myself that God's love is the BEST love anyone could ever have, and I knew that that statement is true, but I've never really cared about it that much, and I always had to convince myself pa...I have drifted away from Him the past months, ever since my accident, its &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; fair that I only come to Him when Im in need, and yesterday, I've promised myself to &lt;b&gt;BE&lt;/b&gt; what I have been longing to be since, well, forever. I wanted to be that girl who you would always see on stage leading a crowd into worship, the girl who would go up every sunday and invite the youth to the latest youth event going on, the girl who would always ALWAYS be full of God's Word that she can witness to the people around her, the girl who had tons of friends from church, and soooo much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been regreting the days that I have backslidden, and have runaway from God. Because of the really bad and hurtful things that I have experienced when I wasnt close to God, it ignited a new longing for me to be that girl. I'm going to start by attending weekly youth services, which may possibly lead me to join a life-group. My family and I dont really have a permanent church since we left Bread from Heaven, so its pretty hard to have like a permanent youth thing, because you find yourself going from one church to another. Hopefully, I trust that God will tell us in the right time where He wants us to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I am now back, &lt;i&gt;back to Him&lt;/i&gt;. I don't want to lose my grip again, I may sound all godly and all right now, but trust me, it really feels great once the big guy upstairs knocks on the door of your heart. Rarr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im coming back to the heart of worship, and its all about you Jesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-114640542879028554?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114640542879028554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=114640542879028554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114640542879028554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114640542879028554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/04/coming-back.html' title='Coming Back'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-114611569151769930</id><published>2006-04-27T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T13:41:20.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfect ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Straylightrun&lt;/i&gt; - The Perfect Ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11:05pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys! im finally going to blog. &lt;i&gt;sigh.&lt;/i&gt; i didnt want to but like, i&lt;br /&gt;didnt want my blog to die out or something. my plan was to blog after i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FINALLY&lt;/b&gt; make a new layout (phoebe!im waiting!) hehe =) oh well, some&lt;br /&gt;plans are..meant to be broken?? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been listening to melodramatic music these days, and the songs that&lt;br /&gt;i've been listening to are so related to my situation right now...like the&lt;br /&gt;song right now..by &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;straylight run&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...haaay...let me share with you the&lt;br /&gt;lyrics of this amazing..yet sorrowful song...well not sorrowful naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some of it...&lt;br /&gt;"Taken in context&lt;br /&gt;It's not a bad thing&lt;br /&gt;But when you start to pick it apart&lt;br /&gt;It gets so depressing&lt;br /&gt;It's that sort of thing&lt;br /&gt;That makes you think too much&lt;br /&gt;It's that sort of thing&lt;br /&gt;That makes you lose your objectivity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you made it&lt;br /&gt;Just be glad that you did and stay there&lt;br /&gt;If you ever feel loved or needed&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you're one of the lucky ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And if it's over&lt;br /&gt;Just remember what I told you&lt;br /&gt;It was bound to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, just keep moving on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;There's no perfect endings&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grah. the last stanza. is so..SO &lt;strike&gt;TRUE.&lt;/strike&gt; its so true that it makes me want&lt;br /&gt;to hate myself for thinking that i FINALLY found my "happy/perfect ending". =( sometimes we have to like, not make ourselves attached to something that we know might hurt us in the end, it saddens me that there are still some people out there who just "love" someone just for the sake of being loved back, but in reality...they really &lt;strike&gt;DONT&lt;/strike&gt;...trust me on this, i just have been a victim to such..crime..argh. i hate myself for falling. i dont want to fall again...the last time i got seriously hurt, i told myself that i wouldnt EVER fall again...BUT NOOOO, some prince had to sweep me off my feet...haaaayy...oh my! im so emo/evil right now..haha!! better change the topic =) sigh...if &lt;strike&gt;HE&lt;/strike&gt; could only read this...heck, he doesnt even care! boys like that...should deserve to....................MWAHAHAH! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, enough about the boy babblings hehe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just recently read a blog of my friend...well, i've just realized that i havent been the&lt;br /&gt;same old jolly/"lofty"/i dont care bout 'em boys/friends forever gela...i miss her *tear* hehe..sobra...my life has changed OH SO much! and because of it..i even made one girl in our class hate me..well her reason for hating me was sorta weird 'cause she wasnt even sure of her accusations against me...ah basta! its way complicated =) nyahaha! actually im just laughing now to hide my serious pain =) mwahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...i have to stop blogging for now! =) im on the phone! rarr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;gelabean&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-114611569151769930?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114611569151769930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=114611569151769930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114611569151769930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114611569151769930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/04/perfect-ending.html' title='the perfect ending'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-114460129482307396</id><published>2006-04-09T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:48:15.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>franken-weed! haha! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;SIGH.&lt;/em&gt; i want a new layout. &lt;strong&gt;phoebe!&lt;/strong&gt; pagawa? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last &lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was awfully sad. i found out that my &lt;em&gt;"friend"&lt;/em&gt; hated me. like..&lt;strong&gt;SOOOPER&lt;/strong&gt; hate me, for something i didnt even do...she just had a "feeling" daw...ugh! assuming people. but after we did Dan's surprize..i felt better =) im so happy for you guys! you know who you are &lt;em&gt;*wink*&lt;/em&gt; and when we got to Dan's house...he was there...and YEAP. he didnt even &lt;em&gt;CARE.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;b&gt;NADA.&lt;/b&gt; NOTHING. why in the world does he hate me? i didnt do anything &lt;strike&gt;wrong&lt;/strike&gt;. then maxine and i finally had the talk. she told me stuff that was freakin sad...then she showed me something...&lt;em&gt;cant say. had to keep it secret.&lt;/em&gt; all i can say is..he got mad and he doesnt want to have feelings for me because...wah..i dont want to make him look bad..because honestly he isnt...&lt;em&gt;there's just something really wrong with him&lt;/em&gt;...then yeah...that made me &lt;strong&gt;MISERABLE&lt;/strong&gt; the whole night..but God blessed me with such wonderful friends that i forgot about him for awhile =) swimming under the moonlight with my pretty outfit on....&lt;em&gt;was amazing&lt;/em&gt; =) hehehe! stayed there until 12 sumthing...Dan's daddy brought us home =) kewl ford expedition! hehe..jamo, shi, and i stayed at the back...so nice =) and we all sang rock songs..haha.. ahhh! i blog so crapp-ish right now..lol..yeah..then pb slept over..and he haunted my mind the whole night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YESTERDAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was fun =) i hung out at Dan's again with Phoebe...kewlness =) played Tekken 5 and i was victorious! &lt;strong&gt;UNTIL&lt;/strong&gt; Dan taught everyone Christie's combo...evil Dan..haha kidding! then, Anton introduced us to...&lt;em&gt;We love Katamari&lt;/em&gt;! and we did! super cute game..i got addicted in no time =) then..yeah...nj was there too..=) but nj had to leave early cuz he had practice...so there we were...then john called and asked if he could hang out with us..so..yeah..haha..then nj called saying his practice was cancelled..&lt;strong&gt;bummer!&lt;/strong&gt; so..we decided to invite him to come over again..&lt;strong&gt;BUT!&lt;/strong&gt; he had no gas..soo..yeah..haha..long story..i had to use my unevitable persuasion skills and all..yeahh..haha =) so there...we were all waiting for nj to come...then he came. haha! sounds weird..anyways..im hyper right now..lol! we went to atc to go watch a movie...&lt;em&gt;we love you dan!&lt;/em&gt; thanks for making libre me and nj =) hehe...we watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grandma's boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which was über funny! hehe! franken-weed! haha =) but the cinema people were sucky...cuz they kept on having techie problems..oh well...dan! refund! haha! then...time to go home..we stayed at dan's for awhile..then nj brought anton, me and phoebe home..=) &lt;em&gt;passenger's seat??&lt;/em&gt; haha! anyways...im sorta tamad right now..&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO MUCH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to kwento..blog tomorrow =) hehe! luv y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-114460129482307396?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114460129482307396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=114460129482307396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114460129482307396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114460129482307396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/04/franken-weed-haha.html' title='franken-weed! haha! =)'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-114414717483242706</id><published>2006-04-04T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T18:39:34.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what am i saying</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;april 4,2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Better Together - jack johnson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been too caught up in this so called &lt;em&gt;"love"&lt;/em&gt; thing which has been making me &lt;strike&gt;miserable&lt;/strike&gt;, how stupid of me, i've just realized...there's &lt;strong&gt;SO MUCH MORE&lt;/strong&gt; to life than sulking for something that might not be there, why am i wasting my sighs over something that makes me hurt, miserable, and unhappy...i should focus on what i have right now, and things i am very thankful of..like my friends, who were always there, they &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; had my back =) my family, who would support me and actually care about me and my &lt;em&gt;"love"&lt;/em&gt; thing..i love em all! and my God, my Father, my Saviour...the &lt;u&gt;ONLY ONE&lt;/u&gt;...He's been so good to me...showering me with blessings that i myself cannot count..and all He asks of me is draw near to Him, give Him my burdens and all...who could ever ask for more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world has been consumed by this &lt;em&gt;"love"&lt;/em&gt; thing that we often forget what the more important things are..and mind you, they are far more better than searching for your &lt;em&gt;"soul mate"&lt;/em&gt; or whatchamacalit...we shouldnt look for love...God will give us that in due time...according to His awesome plan...all we are chasing after is worldy love that will end up hurting us..making us unhappier than before...something called i-n-f-a-t-u-a-t-i-o-n, i've learned that the hard way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT AM I SAYING!&lt;/strong&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit..having a &lt;em&gt;"love"&lt;/em&gt; thing..is like the best feeling ever...i mean..i &lt;strong&gt;SOOOPER&lt;/strong&gt; miss it right now..i mean..ack! i've just been seperated from it for a month now and i feel like dying already..haha =)&lt;em&gt; i still like him&lt;/em&gt; =) just this time...i wont expect anymore..i wont assume and i will enjoy every waking hour of my life...man..if only he could read this =) if he only knows how much he has made my life.."smiley overload"-ish =) i'll miss...the ssod's, coco! (aww!), the midnight texts and unexpected calls =), the h.o.f!, the list of things to do, the smiling moon...=)..and sooo mucchhhh moooreee.....most of all..i'll miss him...even though he treats me now like...whatever...i forgive him =) people change they say...its just so sad that they change so fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there is not enough time, And there is no song I could sing And there is no, combination of words I could say But I will still tell you one thing: We're Better together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-114414717483242706?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114414717483242706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=114414717483242706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114414717483242706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114414717483242706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-am-i-saying.html' title='what am i saying'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-114381552818543500</id><published>2006-03-31T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T22:39:20.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thats it..</title><content type='html'>the days that were supposed to be spectacular are the days that disappointed me the most...first..our seniors night..yea sure it was fun..and super sad..sigh...i'd rather not tell every single sad thing that happend that night...lets just say i was expecting something that didnt happen...and the thing that i didnt want to happen...happend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still like him! &lt;strike&gt;i CANT HELP IT&lt;/strike&gt;...even though its over...huhu...he still hasen't made pansin me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today was our school's banquet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so felt pretty and glamorous..i so wanted this day to be special..i thought he would talk to me...kahit at least hi..or bye..but &lt;strike&gt;NO&lt;/strike&gt;..nada..nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not what i imagined my banquet to be...but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant we at least be friends...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;red siren of the night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (lol)&lt;br /&gt;gelabean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-114381552818543500?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114381552818543500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=114381552818543500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114381552818543500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114381552818543500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/03/thats-it.html' title='thats it..'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-114320967532441891</id><published>2006-03-24T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T22:14:35.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should i wait?</title><content type='html'>Should i wait for something &lt;em&gt;im not even sure if its there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must he speak in tounges...i cant understand him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must he avoid me....its been almost 3 weeks now.....&lt;em&gt;and still no word...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really &lt;strike&gt;like&lt;/strike&gt; him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want to like someone who is like...&lt;em&gt;uber mean to me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i &lt;strike&gt;JUST CANT HELP IT.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; the smiley overloads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strike&gt;midnight prince&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; h.o.f.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; ssod's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-114320967532441891?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114320967532441891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=114320967532441891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114320967532441891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114320967532441891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/03/should-i-wait.html' title='should i wait?'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-114243329195072537</id><published>2006-03-15T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:46:22.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10:42 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never say goodbye - jojo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it. i still like him. i might even L him...even though he just has this &lt;em&gt;"admiration"&lt;/em&gt; thing going on lang...sigh...i WAS just in a dream after all...why did he have to lie though...that sorta hurt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. enough about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just took some tests on &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;www.quizgalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How will you be defined in the dictionary?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angela&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;- noun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a master blogger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE! haha! =)&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will your business card say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amatuer canine exorcist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHHM....i dont think so??&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What will happen to you after you die?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After death, you will exist in heaven. Everything and everyone you love will constantly surround you for all of eternity. You lucky scoundrel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already know that I will end up in heaven. =)&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whats your theme song?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey Jude" - The Beatles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;sadly...i do not know that song...&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;lesson learned! quizzes dont tell who we really are....nor do they tell whats about to happen or your future..only God can tell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait..i AM a master blogger! haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gelabean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-114243329195072537?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114243329195072537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=114243329195072537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114243329195072537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114243329195072537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/03/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-114204280538964151</id><published>2006-03-11T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T10:06:45.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confuzzled.</title><content type='html'>9:55 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 11,2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Newfoundglory- My friends over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack. i so dont know na. last night was....such a sad...happy....realizing-ish night....sad because, i am so confused and i think i've done something seriously wrong. and when i was about to buy a new pair of chucks at festi, eh it was closing time na, i was like "running" na..haha...but when i got to the store closed na..huhu...happy, cuz i went to phoebe's and watched this cute movie :) and realizing-ish because....&lt;strong&gt;I DONT KNOW!&lt;/strong&gt; wah...&lt;i&gt;i am way confused right now&lt;/i&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to say...express....&lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt;....sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TOP 7 REASONS WHY MY LIFE IS HAPPY AND SAD AT THE SAME TIME:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My knee! Im free! haha&lt;br /&gt;6. My bestfriend is so...&lt;em&gt;blessed?&lt;/em&gt; haha =)&lt;br /&gt;5. My fairytale is smashing into pieces right before my very own eyes...please wag! i dont want it to end now....&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm actually bonding with people I've never expected i'd bond with..whee =)&lt;br /&gt;3. My grades were low this week....&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Someone doesnt seem to care....not about the grades hah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Im the &lt;strong&gt;most confused being&lt;/strong&gt; on the planet right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;still wearing the mask....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-114204280538964151?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114204280538964151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=114204280538964151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114204280538964151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114204280538964151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/03/confuzzled.html' title='confuzzled.'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-114147452518554555</id><published>2006-03-04T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T20:15:25.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing =)</title><content type='html'>the past few days, well...since phoebe let me listen to this particular song...it made me realize some things...like all i could say to myself was....&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe i'm amazed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. &lt;em&gt;i am.&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean. things that were so not close to becoming..&lt;em&gt;became&lt;/em&gt;..things that weren't meant to be, were &lt;em&gt;ACTUALLY meant to be&lt;/em&gt;...you know what i mean? like, you can just look back and laugh at yourself for thinking that something like this could never happen but it actually did! &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serendipity? &lt;em&gt;fate&lt;/em&gt;? nah...its all part of God's lofty plan...=) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh! the saddness and knee thing...im sorta free na! and all i have to do is strengthen the muscles in my knee to prevent such disasters to happen again...i have physical therapy at Asian Hospital every other day...at 4 =) therapy is actually fun and challenging! BUT im still the only third year person not invovled in the happy play...huhu...ow well! God &lt;u&gt;HAS a plan and a reason&lt;/u&gt; for everything....that..i am sooo..sure of =) maybe, He has better stuff waiting for me in the not so distant future..&lt;em&gt;maybe something even greater than a school play...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm Amazed At The Way You Love Me All The Time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm Afraid Of The Way I Love You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm Amazed At The Way You Pulled Me Out Of Time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Hung Me On A Line &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm Amazed At The Way I Really Need You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm A Girl And Maybe I'm A Lonely Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's In The Middle Of Something &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That She Doesn't Really Understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm A Girl And Maybe You're The Only Man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who Could Ever Help Me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby Won't You Help Me Understand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm Amazed At The Way You're With Me All The Time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm Afraid Of The Way I Leave You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm Amazed At The Way You Help Me Sing My Song &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right Me When I'm Wrong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm Amazed At The Way I Really Need You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mushy? NOT! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;g&lt;strong&gt;elabean &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-114147452518554555?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114147452518554555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=114147452518554555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114147452518554555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114147452518554555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/03/amazing.html' title='amazing =)'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-114068095177253993</id><published>2006-02-23T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T15:49:11.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>behind every smile...</title><content type='html'>i know you guys are expecting the follow-up to my past entry...the valentines party lovapalooza...sorry...i'll post that up as soon as i find my way through this towering maze before me...&lt;em&gt;anyway....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life hasent been normal since last week...everywhere i go, i see &lt;em&gt;faces...eyes&lt;/em&gt; looking at me like i just survived from a terrible fire or something...i try my best to keep my life as normal as possible, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but no one would let me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...not even my parents...they want to be be as different as possible, they want everyone to know how helpless i am...which im not...the doctor said im healed already...dont they know the meaning of &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;h-e-a-l-e-d?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; guess not. they even got my teachers to believe that insane accusation that me. &lt;em&gt;gela.&lt;/em&gt; is freakin little helpless brat. who cant help herself. cant walk. shouldnt go to school because she might break her leg or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is God putting me through another test? if He is, this test..sure is the hardest one ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i've told someone not too long ago...nobody. &lt;strong&gt;NOBODY.&lt;/strong&gt; understands the gravity of the situation here. and my friends. they have been missing since they learned that the surgery wasn't going to push through...at school kanina...my teacher didnt want me to be there. because i might lose my leg&lt;em&gt; daw&lt;/em&gt;...i don't know what to do anymore...i so dont want to cry again...as if it helped...ugh. i even left my math pace at school which i am supposed to take tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUST.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hold back the tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the first time today...i felt that the whole world was against me..and that loneliness was knocking at my doorstep...first the teacher thing. then when the play people were called, i was the only girl left in our class...the only one not joining the first play ever of shekinah...then after that the ensamble members were called &lt;em&gt;(which i am a part of)&lt;/em&gt; but then, my teacher didnt let me go because she thinks if i take one step i might die an instand death. then at lunch, since all of my friends were part of the ensamble..i was again alone...no one would even approach me, no one would even ask me to sit with them or something, when my classmates were lonely, i'd ask them and talk to them and stuff...is this the thanks i get? i dare not ask myself but...&lt;em&gt;do i really have...wait i wont say it...&lt;/em&gt;i mean...are we all just living in a world of fake smiles and playful banter? i hope not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then david called me, because the ensamble was calling for me daw...but i had to leave already because my teacher told me to go home (half-day)...i have no idea what the ensamble people thought of me then...oopss...a tear dropped...i guess i cant hold it anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad just called. and he backed my teacher up with me being helpless. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. i &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;BELIEVE.&lt;/strong&gt; that YOU. have a reason for all of this...im just wondering though...isnt limping, continous apirations &lt;em&gt;(thats when the doctor removes your blood)&lt;/em&gt; and hours of sitting still with metal things attached to your knee and not going to school for how many days and the stares of passers by and missing friends and not being able to go any of the school activities and being the only person not to join the play, punishment enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the worst part is, &lt;em&gt;nobody even knows that this is a very painful transition that im going through&lt;/em&gt;...shiriel was right...behind every smile...there are tears...you may see people smiling and trying to do their best to be that perky person you know they are, but have you ever even asked that person if he/she is okay...or &lt;em&gt;are they just hiding behind the mask that they have to wear everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the only person i have now is God...who isnt even a person...but its alright...isnt He worth more than a million friends? &lt;em&gt;someone who &lt;strong&gt;will always&lt;/strong&gt; be there..when the whole world turns against you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile doesn't necessarily mean happiness. &lt;em&gt;Learn to see the deeper meaning.&lt;/em&gt; What you see isn't necessarily what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;angela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-114068095177253993?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114068095177253993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=114068095177253993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114068095177253993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114068095177253993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/02/behind-every-smile.html' title='behind every smile...'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-114026721109028840</id><published>2006-02-18T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T20:53:31.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bruised and broken.</title><content type='html'>hey y'all...haven't blogged since forever...anyways...a lot has been happenning...and when i say a &lt;strong&gt;LOT&lt;/strong&gt; i so mean it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tuesday (valentines day) the unthinkable happend. after what..2 years? &lt;strong&gt;IT.&lt;/strong&gt; happened again...my knee got dislocated...and our prom was 3 days away..oh joy...=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad part was, through my perilious times crying alone...&lt;em&gt;i felt so alone,&lt;/em&gt; everyone was enjoying their lovely lives bending and walking and preparing for the prom when i was locked up in my room crying myself to sleep because i couldnt do anything to help myself but pray...nobody will even know how i feel, because sadly, hardly anyone reads my blog...more joys for me! But i know that &lt;em&gt;God was there&lt;/em&gt;...listening through my sobby-ness...and the constant neglections of not going to therapy &lt;strong&gt;(note: if i had gone to therapy for the past years, this would i have been prevented)&lt;/strong&gt;...maybe &lt;em&gt;He had a seriously good reason why he allowed this to happen&lt;/em&gt;, because if He doesnt...God knows what i'm going to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this year would go on like normal...i'd join our school play...finish my requirements with flying colors...attend the prom happily dancing with everyone...attend the banquet and the seniors night...the family day...be able do stuff! ugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, i got to go to our prom...i was soooo happy! i couldnt help it...i've been waiting all my life for this...and i promised myself i'd go no matter what! &lt;strong&gt;(KNEE DISLOCATION??)&lt;/strong&gt; i want to tell you guys about my happy night but my sister is so annoying me right now! ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gelabean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-114026721109028840?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114026721109028840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=114026721109028840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114026721109028840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/114026721109028840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/02/bruised-and-broken.html' title='bruised and broken.'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-113940061199656775</id><published>2006-02-08T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:10:12.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rewind! - the lost entry</title><content type='html'>ugh. the entry that i posted just last friday...&lt;strong&gt;SOMEHOW&lt;/strong&gt; disappeared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bummer.&lt;/strong&gt; -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;it went something like this...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(well what i blogged about was about what happend last friday, but i posted my entry last saturday...you dont get it do you? if you do...hooray!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the best! =) so much stuff happend! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moon was smiling =) &lt;em&gt;smiling at us&lt;/em&gt; =) i too, was smiling...=) just so you know, i didn't&lt;br /&gt;really care if we didn't talk that much too...at least...we were there...staring at the night sky =) haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rainer..your party rocked! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought the night would end oh so unhappy...but then FINALLY some people got rid of their &lt;em&gt;"torpedo"&lt;/em&gt;  (a term me and jamie uses) masks and made our night &lt;em&gt;magical&lt;/em&gt;...kahit for a while...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Phoebe, Jamie, Trish, and Shi....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe! i love you guys! i mean...the notebook brought us closer! haha =) had so much fun with you...thanks =) mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jamie,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i admit...we &lt;u&gt;WERE&lt;/u&gt; torn! and for how many times pa! But in the end...it was all worth it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phoebe, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hey there summer =) seth was so seth =) bagay kayo! haha! the o.c.! hehe...we were in a soap ourselves..luv yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shi, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i love your shirt! bwahahaha! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trish, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;you guys saw a shooting star...how magicial =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can still remember the rugged feel of your jacket that brushed my arm as we sat that magicial moonlit night...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gelabean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-113940061199656775?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/113940061199656775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=113940061199656775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/113940061199656775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/113940061199656775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/02/rewind-lost-entry.html' title='rewind! - the lost entry'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-113784762315324739</id><published>2006-01-21T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T20:47:03.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the smiles are back =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jan. 21,2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faye Wong - Eyes on Me (8:47 pm)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey! its been...a week or so that i havent blogged! sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last weeks have been sad, but then last monday, everything went back to normal, we also changed offices but it really didnt change at all cuz my ex-officemate was still my officemate! haha =) fun! and we aren't in haitius anymore =) wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its almost feb. and i cant wait =) the girls and i are planning on having a sleepover at my house after the valentines party...man im excited =) WAHAHA! valentines..i HOPE..shall rock! lol! the new couples of the year shall finally be revealed..or..not ; ) we'll just sit back and watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOP 3 reasons why my life rocks again:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my grades this quarter are (hopefully) improving&lt;br /&gt;2. its almost the valentines party (sort of like our school's prom)&lt;br /&gt;3. the smiles are back =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i love making lists..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jezza mae sy has got me hooked on join the club's nobela =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wheee!,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gelabeanie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-113784762315324739?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/113784762315324739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=113784762315324739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/113784762315324739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/113784762315324739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/01/smiles-are-back.html' title='the smiles are back =)'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-113716895033813922</id><published>2006-01-14T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T00:15:50.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the orange county</title><content type='html'>th o.c. - man! thanks to my influential friend (YOU know who you are - PHOEBE) i am now official hooked on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the O.C.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(rachel and  adam forever!!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day was say sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 reasons why my life is way sad:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my grades are freakishly low. i hope im not the 5th honor or something. &lt;u&gt;i'd rather die.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. we still are on haitius. -_-&lt;br /&gt;3. my grades are low.&lt;br /&gt;4. seth coehen will go out with anna, which is &lt;u&gt;SO NOT happy.&lt;/u&gt; summer's way better.&lt;br /&gt;5. i think im infected with dandruff.&lt;br /&gt;6. im so sleepy but i wanna blog.&lt;br /&gt;7. my prince doesn't seem to care. man. he doesn't even talk to me. &lt;em&gt;remember we're on "haitius"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. champ's way far therefore he cant marry me.&lt;br /&gt;9. same goes for his little bro chino lui-pio.&lt;br /&gt;10. i still owe my mom 500 buckeros for that indian rose mini that tempted me at prp.&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;em&gt;did i mention my grades are low?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. i don't think my fairytales happening.&lt;br /&gt;13. im so broke.&lt;br /&gt;14. i wanna watch narnia.&lt;br /&gt;15. our principal just promoted hell this morning. wuhpee!&lt;br /&gt;16. oh, by the way! my grades are low =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;save me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gelabean =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-113716895033813922?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/113716895033813922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=113716895033813922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/113716895033813922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/113716895033813922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/01/orange-county.html' title='the orange county'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-113636933003918386</id><published>2006-01-04T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:08:50.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pringles</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;January 4,2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moonstar 88 - Pagibig Ko Sayo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna share with you the lyrics of the song I'm listening to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bakit ganito ang pakiramdam umiibig na nga ba ako sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Kahit alam kong iba na ang mahal mo umaasa pa rin ako sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pag ibig ko sayo'y hindi magbabago buhay kong ito ibibigay sayo kahit siya ang nasa isip mo&lt;br /&gt;Di mo ba nakita ang mga ginagawa lahat ito ay para lang sayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di mo ba pansin ang aking damdamin mahirap ba itong intindihin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayo ako'y maghihintay hinding-hindi magsasawa lagi akong magmamahal...sayo...&lt;br /&gt;Pag ibig ko sayo hindi magbabago buhay kong ito ibibigay sayo&lt;br /&gt;Pag ibig ko sayo hindi magbabago buhay kong ito iaalay sayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhay kong ito'y ibibigay sayo sana ako ang ibigin mo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that song is way sad...and &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I USED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (past tense here folks!) to be like that man! good thing I'm not anymore...If I was...I'd not be blogging right now, I'd be..somewhere weeping myself 'till the sun rises! haha! kidding =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humm...I don't know why, but then, I can't feel...WAIT! I dont even want to continue that! For our &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;words are powerful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..I dont want it to end now..just not..&lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. my sister is such a brat. i just wanted to share that ^_^. 'cause she is now &lt;em&gt;"trying"&lt;/em&gt; to taunt me so that I would get my butt off this computer chair, so she can have her merry way and play myscene. haha. fool! haha...I'm such a &lt;strong&gt;meanie&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;em&gt;meanie rhymes with.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW! I dedicate this moment to &lt;strong&gt;Gabe&lt;/strong&gt;, y'all who are reading this, he wants you guys to know that he is so friggin &lt;u&gt;BORED&lt;/u&gt; so go IM (&lt;a href="mailto:orenji_jusuu@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;orenji_jusuu@yahoo.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) him or something, that oughta cheer that old bean up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont want the fruity metallic pens to tell my future =( they are so NOT accurate! mission people! hear me out! haha,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gelabean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-113636933003918386?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/113636933003918386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=113636933003918386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/113636933003918386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/113636933003918386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2006/01/pringles.html' title='pringles'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-113610205184937563</id><published>2006-01-01T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T16:30:54.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/1600/champ1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="137" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/320/champ1.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like you guys to meet my &lt;strong&gt;boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey! another year to fill up with memories of all sorts has come our way again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hummm...i seriously need to sort out my life, especially now that this year, im going to be a senior already and i &lt;strong&gt;HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; to pick a course and take the tests and all..HUHUHU! Time flies by oh so fast, can't there be a pause button somewhere? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i had fun last night! Like i was laughing and all with the helpers...haha! we kept on turning our heads to look where the most &lt;em&gt;extravagant&lt;/em&gt; fireworks were...LOL =) and i mostly enjoyed the food! Seriously, i've been eating &lt;u&gt;SO MUCH&lt;/u&gt; and yet, i don't seem to get fat =( ugh. curse the fast metabolism. but its alright! i take that back, maybe my fast metabolism has something to do with my &lt;em&gt;"future career"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*snickers* &lt;/strong&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for my prince, i haven't had any communication with him for like...a bazillion years! make that 2-3 days na =( haha! ow well! True love waits? haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. i so need to do my homework. but im still lazy and wicked...and bloated. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i &lt;u&gt;will wait&lt;/u&gt; to find if this will last forever,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;belagean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-113610205184937563?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/113610205184937563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=113610205184937563&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/113610205184937563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/113610205184937563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year =)'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-113587177341208162</id><published>2005-12-29T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:56:13.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be waiting...</title><content type='html'>the last few weeks have been amazing...if only you could read this, which you couldn't, because you couldn't care less about the world wide web...haaay..thank you for...everything =) would'nt want to expose who you are, 'cause we're all going to be dead meat...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't get this though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And I will wait to find...If this will last forever..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that made me think! anyone? who can decipher such? i want to know what it really means, but i think you are the only one who could explain...then i too shall wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyways.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FINALLY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i got to watch HALE, and see my ex-boyfriend (lol) in the flesh! wuhoo! he was hot..teehee =) so was his brother! lol! i got pictures, would &lt;strong&gt;LOOOVE&lt;/strong&gt; to post them, but im sorta..lazy right now..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing was...we left at 9:00 pm and like..the gig started at 9:45, and it wasn't even hale, it was a band called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wickermoss&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;they were good naman...but no offense, i couldn't really understand what the vocalist was singing/saying, but her voice was reaally pretty =) hale didn't show up for about 3 more hours, that made me hate them a bit, i mean they were supposed to play at 10..but NOOO they came at at 12:30..ow well..who cares! champ's &lt;u&gt;still&lt;/u&gt; hot. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i was sorta disappointed 'cause they really weren't that impressive live...pero it was okay =) and roll's voice was soooooo nice! i mean its even better than champ's (no offense champ lovers) haha! anyways, i dont wanna compare na, maybe one of the haler's out there might send me hate mail na or something..we wouldn't want that to happen, do we? ;) wink! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant blog properly right now. because my &lt;strong&gt;cousin&lt;/strong&gt; (*AHEM! looks at him) is sniffing up my sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved last night. i loved the past weeks. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you love me, buy load...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-113587177341208162?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/113587177341208162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=113587177341208162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/113587177341208162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/113587177341208162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2005/12/ill-be-waiting.html' title='i&apos;ll be waiting...'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-113557801020923404</id><published>2005-12-26T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T14:24:24.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Screaming Mole</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dec. 26,2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2:23 pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dashboard Confessional - Hands Down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would just like to dedicate this page to my mom who &lt;b&gt;LOVES&lt;/b&gt; to scream and kill all the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so MEAN right now. but i can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she keeps on SCREAMING for NO reason and keeps on nagging and finiding &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; the wrongs in everything i DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God please forgive her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always stressing about things that don't need to be stressed-out about. Take this as an example of such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: (shouting) ANGELA, I THOUGHT YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO WATCH A MOVIE?? LOOK WHAT TIME IT IS NA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gela: &lt;i&gt;uhm, dad said its at 4:40 pm na lang, 'cause 3:30 pm is way early daw.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: &lt;b&gt;ANO KA BA!&lt;/b&gt; ang late na nang 4:40!!!! SINO NAG SABI NA 4:40! blah..blah..blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gela: &lt;i&gt;me and dad decided on it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[n&lt;em&gt;ow she goes to my dad and asks him (angrily) about the time mishap..MAN ITS JUST time!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: SABI NG DAD MO HE SAID EITHER TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gela: &lt;i&gt;di kaya, we were both here, checking the listings and he asked if there was a time later than 4:40...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: HINDI, sabi NIYA KAHIT ANO SA DALAWA! ANO KA BA! GUSTO MO LANG MAG-COMPUTER! KAYA 4:40 PINILI MO! KUNG PUPUNTA KA MALIGO KA NA! (&lt;i&gt;tells me her calculation of the time left before 3:30&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so dont want to continue...thinking about it makes me want to &lt;b&gt;SCREAM MY FREAKING LUNGS OUT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. SHE's still fussing about it now. asking all the witnesses around for the &lt;i&gt;"REAL"&lt;/i&gt; (?) time. &lt;b&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;/b&gt; congratulations to my mom! she just got a maid to side with her! WUHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive her. forgive me. forgive everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i am so a daddy's girl now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, &lt;b&gt;BITE ME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;angela&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-113557801020923404?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/113557801020923404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=113557801020923404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/113557801020923404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/113557801020923404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2005/12/screaming-mole.html' title='A Screaming Mole'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-113552172318106689</id><published>2005-12-25T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T13:48:18.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Feeling at Mcdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;10:34 pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Incubus - Talk Shows on Mute&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God did want me to really feel Christmas...during a night out with mah boys =) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with my family and I not going to our seasonal Christmas dinner with my mom's side...but unfortunately, some 'misunderstandings' came along causing us to skip that part of Christmas..every downside has a purpose right? and it sure did this night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tummy cravings told us to go and splurge at Mcdo. wuhopee! cholesterol for me! woah. lots of people at Mcdo...everyone wants a big mac for Christmas i guess =P there we were, in the line..i ordered 2 spaghettis, one #3, one #6(big time?), one #7(big time?), one letter D, chicken nuggets, and a sundae cone =) not all for me though, for me,kuya,2 more kuyas, and daddy. ANYWAYS, after ordering we got to this table, but then i told them if we could just eat our food out in the car cuz it was like sooo un-joyous to eat with a pack of really noisy folks. meanie me. lol. walking to the car, ate the take-outs, out of the blue my dad dared us to feed the four street kids at the McDo parking lot, everyone protested (my kuya &amp;amp; my other kuya cousin) except! me and my other kuya cousin (kuya mac! i love yah! haha) so there, my dad called up the kids and we talked to them and all (&lt;b&gt;BTW!&lt;/b&gt; one of the kids was wearing a jacket, but when we spotted her earlier, she wasnt wearing one! keep this in mind, this is part of the story lol)...man! we talked about &lt;i&gt;sipon and ubo&lt;/i&gt;(??) even about their DSWD cat chase! like the ones we usually see on TV (e.g. &lt;i&gt;Maala-ala mo kaya, Mga Anghel Na Walang Langit..&lt;/i&gt;) anyhoo...so we finally got to the topic about what they wanted to get from Mcdo...they all settled with chicken mcdo meal..sooo...there we got...them their meals and they ate beside our car...suddenly, in the midst of all the laughter and fun and..missing gravy sauces that werent missing at all...(here comes the jacket significance!!) a guy with a pair of really big earphones approached the young gal and asked her where she got her jacket, turns out it was the guys and it had gone missing! haha! so funny! he must've left it in the parking lot where she must've picked it up? haha! anyways...after their meal, we asked them if they wanted desert..they did! but they kept on rambling about sarsi and mountain dew and floats, so we decided to give them money na lang so they can choose themselves..we left the place with full stomachs and smiles on our faces...im sure they felt the same too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, &lt;i&gt;it isnt about receiving&lt;/i&gt;, its all about &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;giving, and making people happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that made my Christmas...wonderful! Hope it will make yours too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the clock ticks on and the last hours of Christmas are spent, lets all look back and try to remember what Christmas is really about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas people! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still loving it =),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;angela&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVED UPDATE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leslie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Karissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chynna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you are now loved! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-113552172318106689?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/113552172318106689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=113552172318106689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/113552172318106689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/113552172318106689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-feeling-at-mcdo.html' title='A Christmas Feeling at Mcdo'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-113550549116519744</id><published>2005-12-25T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T19:37:06.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>hey hey! i actually have time to blog right now (time check: 6:27 pm). just finished with the Christmas party that was held here in our humble abode! laughter and happiness was surely abundant in the atmosphere =) last night i wasnt really feeling the "spirit" but after today, i &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; felt it! there's always more to Christmas, i know we all feel that, like it wasn't the same like the ones we had the past years, but just look around, look for an unhappy fellow and make them feel loved (e.g. a gift, card, food, hug?) and that will make you "feel" the spirit, because i think that's one of the best parts of Christmas! making people feel loved and wanted =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Christmas party was &lt;b&gt;SOOO&lt;/b&gt; funny! here's some pictures! to give you a glimpse of what happend today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/1600/smaller1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="121" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/200/smaller1.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;skit! patrick as?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/1600/smaller2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/1600/smaller2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/200/smaller2.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/1600/smaller2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/1600/smaller2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my dad as the angel!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/1600/smaller3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/200/smaller3.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/1600/smaller2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/1600/smaller2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the cast!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/1600/smaller4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/200/smaller4.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/1600/smaller3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the wise men and sheperd?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT loads more of these...but im too lazy to upload 'em..har har&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways! i &lt;b&gt;LOOOVED&lt;/b&gt; the gifts i got! so far here are my favs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the moolah (&lt;i&gt;do i see future shopping sprees?&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-a shimmer/bronzer ibiza make-up set (sun-kissed princess here i come! phoebe! we always wanted bronzers! borrow mine!)&lt;br /&gt;-clay paint set&lt;br /&gt;-colorful ankle socks&lt;br /&gt;-indian rose mini =) (pretty-ful!)&lt;br /&gt;-penshoppe chocolate brown cargos!&lt;br /&gt;-metallic blue bag (&lt;i&gt;paris hilton?&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-my grandmas gift: whatever that will be&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;mr. fluffness&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;a.k.a mr. fluff, the stuffed bear&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-the flat-fat bear pb gave me!&lt;br /&gt;-daft as a brush tumbler (&lt;i&gt;thanks anton!&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-sumo doll (&lt;i&gt;haha! thanks kuya!&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-pink and blue with G pendant from kawissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks people! for the lofty presents =) looking forward to next Christmas! hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving it =),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gelabean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-113550549116519744?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/113550549116519744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=113550549116519744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/113550549116519744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/113550549116519744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160197.post-113544641352114370</id><published>2005-12-25T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T03:34:01.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/1600/rollers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/200/rollers.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/1600/smaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;---&lt;i&gt;me and my cousin waaaayy back!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1833/1600/avatar%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;hey hey! i finally found a place to stay...thanks to blogger! =) the others were sorta whacked..sigh! and the layout! haha =) welcome! to the first successful layout-ed blog..vanilla bean v.1. frog prince. anyways! its 3:33 am, i have to figure out how to set the time correctly on this thing (help?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna blog some more but i think the heavy sound of my keyboard pressing might wake up my (will be) angry parents who think im soundly sleeping in my bed right now..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;gelabean&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Wanna be loved? Gimme ur addys! And i'll gladly post them for you =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160197-113544641352114370?l=vanilluhbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/feeds/113544641352114370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160197&amp;postID=113544641352114370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/113544641352114370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160197/posts/default/113544641352114370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilluhbean.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas =)'/><author><name>gelabean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358071776559378109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/teenie_wahine09/avatarcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
