<?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-11851721</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:45:05.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Gatekeeper's Files</title><subtitle type='html'>About Life's cynicisms, hopes and some not so good experiences...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111624646087580268</id><published>2005-06-14T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T17:31:11.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season Ender...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well... I just do hope this season ender will be the most beautiful chapter that I have here on this account... I do hope so... I will not be posting this anytime soon or I may not post it - that would depend on the result of my application for a promotion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the past months, my experience in this account is somewhat like a telenovela - not because it caused a lot of heartaches and frustration, but it made my life a little bit kind of interesting... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway... looking at the past, I'd like to make some notations or I'd like to mention some people who had made my life in this account colorful... I will not use their real names to protect their identities, but will try to give them a kind of commendation... Anyway here goes... they will be mentioned in the order of their appearance in my "show..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special Appearances&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stan&lt;/strong&gt; - He was the person who gave me my intial interview... still very much active here as an HR assistant - without you dude, who let me passed on the initial interview, I may just be one of the people who is still looking at the pages of the classified ads section of a newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claus&lt;/strong&gt; - Great dude, great mind - one of the icons of our company. Actually, 50 - 75 percent of the people in the company had undergone training under him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rad, Lizzy, Free-Willy, and Sherry&lt;/strong&gt; - The big four... kind of sad because one of our trainers have returned to her country months ago... The big four trainers never gave us an easy time - coz they believe we are one of the best and should deserve the best account training an employee should experience... The other three (Rad, Free-Willy and Sherry) are still pretty much busy holding trainings to our account...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Main Casts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jose&lt;/strong&gt; - Once a good friend - still considered as a friend... a part of me still feels the pain after the much "talked about" love triangle... I respect whatever they have told me and it's none of my bussiness to pursue what is the status of their relationship - whether they are related romantically or if they are just friends... it's for them to keep and not for me to know... To be honest, this guy is a great friend... and will always be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bo&lt;/strong&gt; - When I was still a trainee, when I would still spend my Sunday afternoons to do some "hands-on," this great supervisor would teach me some neat tricks - from troubleshooting some certain softwares to updating me with the client's updates... up to now, this mild mannered supervisor is always behind my back, supporting me in every decision that I make here at work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Francis&lt;/strong&gt; - The first time that we've met, he was just one of the mentors during our training... when I entered the work "arena" he is one of the recently promoted supervisors in our account... Considered as the "kuya" here at work, employees under him doesn't have any hard time approaching him and telling him their concerns - be it work or personal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nix&lt;/strong&gt; - Nice looks, great mind and a great friend... This pretty girl is one of the reasons that made my stay here in this account to be bearable - she and her boyfriend are always there whenever I need some people to share my frustrations and heartaches... Nix has been one of my batchmates - and I have seen her from her heartbreaks from her asshole exboyfriend to her happy and successful lovelife...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erwin&lt;/strong&gt; - Nix's better half... a cool dude with a cool attitude... the right person to talk to when you need to channel negative perceptions to positive one... He's been my partner in crime in discussing the cynisms in our lives, work and faith... the good thing about this dude is you'll never end feeling negative but you'll have a second thought and reconsider your perception - which usually ends in a positive note... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donnie&lt;/strong&gt; - Small world! This supervisor has been my school mate in highschool - I was his senior during his freshman year... to add the surprise to my shock and awe - he turns out to be the cousin of my classmate in third and fourth year classes... small world indeed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt; - The girl who stole my heart... the girl who made me cry... the girl who made my world go upside down... made me shake and weak and be strong at the same time... I fell head over heels for this girl - It was a pity for me that she never saw how sincere my feelings are for her - she just see it as a simple crush - we never had any closure about what had happened to us... we've been placed on a situation that the three of us (Me, Jose and Lenny) are being talked behind our backs... All that we have to do is to let the "scandal" die... the "scandal" died but left an enormous scar on our friendship and on my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mylene&lt;/strong&gt; - the female version of Erwin - this "hot" momma is one of the people who I would like to talk my angst and funny moments here at work - a sweet person, a good confidant, and a very intelligent person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walden &lt;/strong&gt;- He is the DAD... Known to all of us a well mannered, soft-spoken, and kind supervisor... best word to describe him - he's our DAD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jazz&lt;/strong&gt; - I thought he was a supervisor when I first met him - seemed to be that looks can be deceiving - he is a fun-loving, music lovin' individual hyperactive individual (except for his alter ego - the silent, serious type, irrate individual when he's not in the mood)... This dude has been a good friend here at the floor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean&lt;/strong&gt; - Others who don't know her may perceive her to be a snob - but this supervisor may even surprise you once you get to know her personally... She may be strict but she is a kind and funny friend... Jean by the way is the girlfriend of Jazz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trinity&lt;/strong&gt; - The best person to talk to in regards with your sentiments while the two of you are smoking... my best friend... there are no words that would best describe her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Tiger&lt;/strong&gt; - I spent 4 mos with under her supervision in the much talked about special course in our company... She was my mentor, confidant, friend and career counselor during my stay with her... she is often mistaken as a snob or strict but she is not... Good leader.... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cat's Life&lt;/strong&gt; - Funny thing about this guy is his sarcasm and his cynical wisdom in life.  When you got to talk with this guy, you don't get depressed but instead gets enlightended... strange huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt; - Another person who is not afraid in giving his opinions... Great person to discuss things with, whether it is a serious matter or strange or crazy ideas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hummings and Echos&lt;/strong&gt; - she was my classmate or teammate under Lady Tiger.  A great friend, sweet girl with a very sweet smile... but careful with her, this girl can kick ass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To all people who have shared my pains, success, funny moments and embarassing experiences, whom I wish I could include here but cannot since space would not allow me to - THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111624646087580268?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/111624646087580268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11851721&amp;postID=111624646087580268' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111624646087580268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111624646087580268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/06/season-ender.html' title='Season Ender...'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111762347901175995</id><published>2005-06-01T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T18:58:58.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nERve-RackiNG wEEk... (II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's Wednesday, still I haven't received any emails from HR regarding my application for a promotion... Yesterday, under a very weird circumstance, my mailbox became full and didn't receive any emails at all (I got 2 system administration notification for having my mailbox full). I am really anxious if those messages came from HR or not; but I am afraid to email them coz I don't want to give them the impression that I am already "that" anxious (indeed I am). I'm kinda torn between "damn if I don't, damn if I do" situation.... Aaarrrrgghhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am on leave tomorrow, so it adds to the anxiety level of not seeing the emails... and it will be my rest day this coming Friday... I'll try to go here tomorrow and personally talk to the HR personnel to follow up my application... Awww....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is really nerve-racking... waiting for something that you know, deep inside, that I will get the promotion... and my supervisors are expecting that I will get the promotion - as much as I don't want to assume or expect but part of me is telling me that I will get the job...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't breath.... got to breath... Arrrrgghhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Breath in............................... Breath out.................. relax and take it slowly........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111762347901175995?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/111762347901175995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11851721&amp;postID=111762347901175995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111762347901175995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111762347901175995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/06/nerve-racking-week-ii.html' title='nERve-RackiNG wEEk... (II)'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111737356166600006</id><published>2005-05-29T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T22:17:24.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I spent my RD1...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After my final interview, I went back to our office to talk to some of my close friends... after spending time with them - two of my good friends and I went to a food trip delight... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The three of us first went to Mcdonald's to purchase a burger - unfortunately no were burgers available when we went there... we therefore decided to eat 3M pizza... we bought the largest and let our teeth sink deep on the cheap but yummy pizza - oh, the memories of being young are suddenly remembered.  We exchanged stories on how we have loved and tasted the famous 3M pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After eating, I decided to spend the rest of my afternnon at the mall - luckily there was a sale of vcd in glorietta, and guess what, I was able to purchase the 5 episodes of starwars for only 75 pesos per 2 cds.  That was my lucky day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I then went to the cinemas to watch the House of Wax... I'm not really after the story or what, just want to see with my own eyes if Paris Hilton can act, and men, she DOESN'T know how (imagine why I am not surprised and dissappointed).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After reaching our house, I slept for couple of hours then woke up around 1 in the morning - wow, that was kind of long... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I emptied the contents of the bag that contains the 10 cd's of Star Wars saga and started to watch it - from the first episode up to the second... then I decided to let our tv and dvd player have some rest - damn its 4:30 in the morning already... got to take a bath since I have to go to my nephew's graduation... and since my nephew's house is far from us, I took the liberty of sleeping inside the bus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111737356166600006?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/111737356166600006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11851721&amp;postID=111737356166600006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111737356166600006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111737356166600006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-i-spent-my-rd1.html' title='How I spent my RD1...'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111641723798137355</id><published>2005-05-18T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T23:49:46.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nERve-RackiNG wEEk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to our website just minutes ago and saw that they have posted an ad for the position that I have applied for... Kinda makes me more depressed since I haven't received any email from our HR department regarding whether I passed the interview or not... I am just waiting for a confirmation letter regarding my "supposed" to be final interview with the head of the HR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My interview last week went on fine... the HR manager told me that she'll schedule me for the final interview that will be conducted by our VP of HR by this week or before the month of June... Still no email received whether I passed or not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is nerve-racking... A lot of tension is already building up inside me... I really wanted to get the position because I know I will make a big difference in that position and I may be able to show my full potential in doing that work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;AaaaAArrRRgGGHHhh!!!!! Can't take this anymore... gotta breath, gotta breath.... BRRREEEAAAATHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just talked to my cousin for some advice - she told me to relax and let the river take its course... Good to have an ate to talk to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I looked again at the ad - then told myself I will leave it be and do my job later like or as if this is my last day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's really hard to remove frustration once you expect something... yes I was expecting something... that I will get the position because I know I am the best candidate for the position that I applied for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I still doesn't get the job... life sucks but I just have to bear with it... I just don't want my friends to perceive me as someone who is a loser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll get by... just give me couple of days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111641723798137355?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/111641723798137355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11851721&amp;postID=111641723798137355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111641723798137355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111641723798137355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/05/nerve-racking-week.html' title='nERve-RackiNG wEEk...'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111571955163696330</id><published>2005-05-11T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T18:47:13.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Days seemed to be slow this past few weeks... I had my interview last Thursday afternoon for the promotion that I applied for... The interview took about 1 and a half hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that interview, there was a mixed feelings of uncertainty and realization... uncertainty, because part of me wanted to be promoted for that position and I felt that I was not been able to express myself that much and I felt that out of 10, I only got a score of 7 - not a reassuring score that would make me feel that I passed the interview; realization, 'cause I know that the people in my account are ok and I very much, in a very different point of view, enjoy my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't find things pleasurable for some unknown reason... don't know if this is depression or what... I just don't feel like laughing, or smiling... Like I just want to be left alone... I just want to sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup, this is me... but I'll get over this... give me couple of days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111571955163696330?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/111571955163696330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11851721&amp;postID=111571955163696330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111571955163696330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111571955163696330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/05/depression.html' title='Depression?'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111511505604827834</id><published>2005-05-11T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T18:43:57.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you even if it seemed that I don't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will always be there although I may not be physically present...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel blue and miss you, although others may see me laughing and smiling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel empty and helpless, even after all these achievements here in my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because you are not here with us... with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I long for the warmth of your embrace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The comfort of your voice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The inspiration of your smiles had given me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the hope that I find in your eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For you have left me... and my heart... and my love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111511505604827834?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/111511505604827834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11851721&amp;postID=111511505604827834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111511505604827834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111511505604827834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/05/uncertainties.html' title='Uncertainties'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111494604837418197</id><published>2005-05-02T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T19:14:08.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewells (II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Farewells are not the end... it is just a beginning of a new chapter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not expecting these words to come from my mind, nor do I intend to feel depressed right now... guess I am not really used in getting a lot of pressure from different stimuli in my environment... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I came to work this afternoon, a good friend of mine just informed me that he is quitting his job... I was caught in a surprise and the only thing that I was able to say was, "Dude, that's your decision..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My friend, for the past months, has been deciding whether to stay in the job or to quit... his reason for quitting is valid - health concerns... For the past months, he's been complaining about his health condition, his heart and his blood pressure being unstable for most of the time within our shift.  Lately, he had consolted a specialist about his condition and he is just waiting for the results of the tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kind of sad to hear and to know that one great person that you came to know as a friend is leaving now... I hate goodbyes, whether its for a dear friend, a love one, a relative or the like, I hated it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really do... but I'll manage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just have to face the fact that people come and people go, you just have to make the most of the time that you spend together - be it during happy times or during tough occasions in your lives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not being cheesy, I am just being human... guess I am vocal enough to admit that I hate goodbyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To you, Chris, my friend... Goodluck and Godspeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111494604837418197?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/111494604837418197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11851721&amp;postID=111494604837418197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111494604837418197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111494604837418197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/05/farewells-ii.html' title='Farewells (II)'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111469411543298732</id><published>2005-04-29T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:15:15.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Changes Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Michael Ball)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love, love changes everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hands and faces, earth and sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love, love changes everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How you live and how you die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love, can make the summer fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Or a night seem like a lifetime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes love, love changes everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I tremble at your name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing in the world will ever be the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, love changes everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Days are longer, words mean more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, love changes everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pain is deeper than before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love will turn your world around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that world will last forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes love, love changes everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brings you glory, brings you shame &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing in the world will ever be the same &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off into the world we go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Planning futures, shaping years &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love (comes in) and suddenly all our wisdom disappears &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love makes fools of everyone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the rules we made are broken &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes love, love changes everyone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live or perish in its flame &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love will never never let you be the same &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love will never never let you be the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111469411543298732?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/111469411543298732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11851721&amp;postID=111469411543298732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111469411543298732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111469411543298732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-changes-everything.html' title='Love Changes Everything'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111469360046704153</id><published>2005-04-29T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:06:40.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Story Continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She was busy at her work, making calls to perspective employees of our company... I take my chance to get a glance of her doing her work... I am just 2 stations away from her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When our eyes meet, I greeted her and waved at her; she smiled back and continued to do her work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I constantly checked if she will be leaving or will be logging out from her shift... Timing is very important for this mission...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I approached my friend when I noticed that she is already packing away some of her things... My friend and I planned to go to the food station in our building and we would wait for her... Then she passed us... I immediately asked her, "Are you going home now? Coz we will be going to the *th floor, sabay ka na sa amin pababa..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Sige, I'll just get water," she said.  I followed her with my eyes as she goes to the pantry... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My friend and I waited for a minute... then A joined us... we walked towards the elavator lobby when I started to asked for some personal questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She lives in Parañaque, leaves her house at 6, arrives her at the office by 8:30...  Man, I feel like being tempted to switch to a morning shift just to see her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before we parted ways, I told her that I was checking my stuff and I was able to see a book that might interest her... told her that I will lend it to her... she seemed to be happy... (which also made me feel VERY happy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hhhhayyyy..... can't wait for tomorrow to come...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111469360046704153?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/111469360046704153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11851721&amp;postID=111469360046704153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111469360046704153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111469360046704153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-story-continues.html' title='And The Story Continues...'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111460259461017897</id><published>2005-04-27T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T19:49:54.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another beautiful day...</title><content type='html'>I came to the office today, the usual time... I saw her, I just waved and smiled at her... I tried my best not to be obvious... I was blushing when I saw her smile at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my usual things - setting up my tools, giving corny jokes to my friends, browsing the internet, checking my email and the like... and sometimes, doing the "mga nakaw na sandali."  I would try my best not be obvious that I am looking at her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.... hope this day wouldn't end... hope her shift would last a little longer... Hmmm... even so this is more than enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she approached me and asked for my number and email and birthday... she told me, "fill up mo naman ito, parang slum book!"  God, those eyes and smiles will melt me any moment now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I asked for her number and her emal address... she gave it to me... I wrote it down on a piece of tissue paper (ok now, I feel embarassed now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of my shift, I should buy a 300 peso load... I should give my text life a chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be just infatuation, I don't want to call it love, still.... It sure feels good to be inspired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111460259461017897?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/111460259461017897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11851721&amp;postID=111460259461017897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111460259461017897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111460259461017897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-beautiful-day.html' title='Another beautiful day...'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111443100419508709</id><published>2005-04-26T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T20:12:31.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Take It All Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The thing that I said awhile ago, about the things that don't work which is supposed to help the agents on the floor... I take it all back... Seems to be, things gets to be better - for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know, I may be just feeling excited... but I never guessed this'll happen tonight... I saw her, "God, ang bait mo talaga!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She was pretty... she was the one using the pc assigned for me to use... I approached her then politely asked her, "What time will you be finished? I have to prepare my tools for my shift this 8:30."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She smiled and told me, "Ay sori, never thought someone is assigned for this pc. Sige log-out na ako." She then started to exit the programs from the pc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I stammered, "Naku, hindi, ok lang... mamaya pa naman ako..." God, those eyes, I could melt any minute now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ok lang me, sige set up na your tools..." she told me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;While setting up my tools we were talking about her job, my job... what she took in college and the like... She had plans of taking SPED in UP... God I have to go back in UP... Dept. of Education and Dept. of Psychology is just beside each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's not only pretty but also intelligent... mind you, she took early childhood education... Seemed to be that we have the same wavelenght...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She offered me a bag of chips... I declined... (of course... hiya me...) but accepted her offer after she offered me three times... She smiled... God everything is beautiful right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;While typing this, an excitement within me is all I could feel... My heart was pounding and I am having some hard time breathing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang sarap talaga makaroon ng inspirasyon... period...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111443100419508709?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/111443100419508709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11851721&amp;postID=111443100419508709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111443100419508709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111443100419508709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-take-it-all-back.html' title='I Take It All Back...'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111442385870673453</id><published>2005-04-26T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T18:11:51.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I came to the office, as usual, 4 hours early than my usual schedule... I came to see some familiar faces on the floor, some of them were good friends of mine (although one of them murdered me in his blog that I had just read). I went to greet the supes there, Sir Jimbo and Popsy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I continued my usual "pestering" of my officemates - making my usual corny jokes (I just hate Cat's Life!), browsing the internet which should not be done and the like... I also tried to fill out an IJAF form, but for some reason from the universe and the heavens above I told myself that I'll finish this later with my supervisor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its like the first day of classes today, or a new season of a t.v. show, or whatever - my point is every team is new today - new members, new supe, new seating or station arrangement... what is not new is the feeling of going to work... Oops, no negative thoughts - tomorrow is my rest day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My supposed to be station is still being occupied by by another person... how am I supposed to set up my tools that would help me become a more productive employee (yah right!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One thing that I like being here in the office is the "mind-boggling" resolutions that was supposed to improve the performance of employees in their work... The fun part about this supposed-to-be improvement is they usually don't work or work against the proposed output...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss my friends now - Hummings and Echos, Cat's life (still hate you dude!), and the rest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, that's it for now... later.... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111442385870673453?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/111442385870673453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11851721&amp;postID=111442385870673453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111442385870673453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111442385870673453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/04/something-new.html' title='Something new???'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111356051414491764</id><published>2005-04-16T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T18:21:54.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Farewells...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am not really a fan of change... I mean, when you get comfortable with people that you like and when the time comes that you have to part ways, it's really hard to take the truth that good things do end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've met a lot of people in my job, great people that is - we don't get along with each other most of the time, but man, if I am with them I enjoy my work on the floor... We sometimes share our sentiments and funny moments on the floor and I learn a lot from these people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, thinking about this now, I'm not sure if they enjoyed my company as much as I enjoyed theirs... I could only hope and wish, and it's not for me to discover or know - I'll leave that to them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To you guys - THANKS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111356051414491764?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/111356051414491764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11851721&amp;postID=111356051414491764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111356051414491764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111356051414491764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/04/on-farewells.html' title='On Farewells...'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111321294963987938</id><published>2005-04-12T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T17:49:27.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Weddings (II)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sunday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's 1:30 in the afternoon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Location: In the dusty plains of South Superhi-way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Temperature: I don't know, what I know we are under the blistering sun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Weather: Damn winds blowing (windy day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You may ask, "What the hell am I doing under the heat of the sun, standing on the dusty road of South superhi-way?" Actually, I am not alone... I am with my mom... Remember the wedding we are going to attend to... that is today... We already spent almost an hour in the heat of the sun waiting for our "sundo" to arrive. Yes, "sundo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My mom and her friends have devised a "fool-proof" plan so that we would arrive on the wedding, hassle-free. So, with their brilliant minds they planned and talked over the phone where to meet. Now we are here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No "sundo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;For almost an hour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then suddenly a man walked towards us then asked my mom if they are waiting for someone. Aha, there is a God, I told myself... To make it short, it turns out to be that the people who would be fetching us were waiting on the other side of the location. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Our adventure continues to piss me off - we got lost looking for the hidden church where the ceremony will be held. The person who made the map made a numerous mistakes - missing streets and blocks, wrong landmarks, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;At last, we have arrived! I stayed outside the church, much to mother's dismay - I explained to her that I am not supposed to enter the church, since my religion forbids me to attend or participates in such occasions (not the wedding ceremony, you idiot it's the mass). So the ceremony ended but the people inside still wouldn't want to leave... Outside, I could see them posing for different photo shoots - the brides family and friends, the grooms side, etc., etc... While they are doing those pictorial proceedures, in the background I could hear the wedding singers singing their hearts out - how I wished they could have practiced first. The lady who was singing the Regine Velasquez classic weddings songs numerously sung in flat notes... If I was the one paying for them to sing, I would have asked for a refund... As in totally the whole "romantic" feelings the songs should be giving was totally ruined...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;After the wedding we immediately went to the reception - just the same, we have to do the "find the missing link" - thank God we were able to find it after 15 minutes of looking for the location...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The reception was held in a chinese restaurant - "Wow," I told my self, "They are big time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So we entered and took our seats... Guests slowly filled the room... When everyone was comfortable sitting on their tables, someone went in front and announced something, "Hi this is ____, I am your host for the night, kasi young mc talaga natin hindi dumating... Pwede bang tumayo yung mga bisita sa table 7 and 8 kasi dapat diyan nakaupo ang mga bridesmaid at yung mga bestmen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My God, I almost took my glass and almost threw it to him... You don't say that to the guests and let them feel unimportant... And as I thought I the insult is already done, wait till you hear his following lines...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"...hindi kasi namin ini-expect na marami ang dadalo ngayon... hindi naman lahat kasi ng ini-invite umaatend..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He was a lousy host and a stupid MC - most of the things that he says are trash...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;After the "traditional" ceremonies and the like, food was slowly being served - ah, another pain in the ass. The waitress served the soup from the serving bowl and carelessly placed them in the individual soup bowls - you could see how careless it was done - soup is being spilled on the center of the table and the waitress never even bothered to wipe it. The bowls themselves are smothered with soup on their sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rice was then served - there were 10 people on each table and only one platter of rice was served - good for 6 - 8 people only... Then after 10 minutes of looking at our plates with rice, the viands were served - with the interval of 15 minutes per viand (there were 6 viands, so if you'll calculate people were able to eat comfortably after more than an hour). After almost all the viands were consumed, the waiters and waitresses served two platters of rice - for what??? I don't know, take home perhaps???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then desserts were served... While we are still enjoying the desserts, one waitress started to go around on each table and began collecting the table napkins... I was shocked and dismayed - people are still eating and enjoying their meals and why the hell are you starting to collect the ones we are still using... I am really pissed off - If my life relied on referring this restaurant I am not even going to bother to save my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aside from the food, what pisses me off is the fact that my mother's friends are starting to bug me - "_____ kailan ka pala mag-aasaw?" or "Sana mabigyan mo na ng apo yang mama mo..." or the worst is "Alam mo may kilala ako na dalaga, co-teacher namin." Arrghhh!!! I felt that I am being pimped in front of my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The whole evening was a disaster, or perhaps I may have just perceived it that way... The bride and the groom, in all fairness, were too good to look at... Both of them are smilling and happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, maybe the reception, the location and other factors may be indeed a disaster - but not these couple that I shook hands with and congratulated before we left... I hope they live happily ever after (although I know this is a slim chance for anyone of us...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But... still... I HATE WEDDINGS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;End of story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111321294963987938?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/111321294963987938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11851721&amp;postID=111321294963987938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111321294963987938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111321294963987938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-hate-weddings-ii.html' title='I Hate Weddings (II)...'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111298877413027939</id><published>2005-04-09T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T03:32:54.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the Dark Gatekeeper of Fire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Why Dark Gatekeeper of Fire?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Most of my friends have been asking me why I use this name most of the time... Well... I don't know, maybe because I believe that each one of us has a dark side or psyche and I just chose to give it a name just to acknowledge its presence... If some famous psychologist would always say that in every one of us there is an inner child waiting to be taken care of, I believe that in the very dark pits of our personality lies a dark entity waiting to be unleashed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I chose to give him the name of Dark Gatekeeper of Fire - I love the element of fire because it is both warm and inviting and at the same time dangerous... As the Dark Gatekeeper, my kingdom is surrounded by the dark flames, not from hell, but from the dark souls of every people... My royal color is dark red, my holy animal the lion, my birthstone is the ruby, and my favorite pastime is watching chaos of other people... My ambition is to rule the world and destroy all those who oppose me, be it my loved ones and friends...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know its scary, but that's the image that I have for the dark side of me... and I am just merely acknowledging it - so don't worry, he won't get unleashed to do some havoc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't think I'm mad, I think I am as sane as you are, but then again, like what my great friend once told me, "How sure are you that you are not insane???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I rest my case...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111298877413027939?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/111298877413027939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11851721&amp;postID=111298877413027939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111298877413027939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111298877413027939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.html' title='I am the Dark Gatekeeper of Fire...'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111289742102442795</id><published>2005-04-08T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T02:23:35.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am not strong, I am just me&lt;br /&gt;Punch me, hit me, hurt me&lt;br /&gt;I will bleed, I will feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, I am no superhuman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not special, I am not different&lt;br /&gt;From the people that you encounter&lt;br /&gt;From your day to day existence&lt;br /&gt;I am just one of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the moment I saw you&lt;br /&gt;I saw a different light&lt;br /&gt;I feel strong at the same time weak&lt;br /&gt;I feel brave at the same time shaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could go further than that&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be more than a person&lt;br /&gt;Who can see the world the two of us can make&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could share those vision with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If only I could... but I am just me&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111289742102442795?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111288636188898582</id><published>2005-04-08T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T23:14:10.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Rent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Without you, the stars roar the breezewarms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The crowds roar,the days soar, the babies cry, without you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The world revives, colors renew, but I know blue, only blue, lonely blue, within me blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Without you the hand gropes, the ear hears, the pulse beats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Without you, the eyes gaze, the legs walk, the lungs breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Without you, the mind churns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The heart yearns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The tears dry, without you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Life goes on, but I’m gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cause I die, without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111288636188898582?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/111288636188898582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11851721&amp;postID=111288636188898582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111288636188898582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111288636188898582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/04/without-you.html' title='Without You'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111288302796291982</id><published>2005-04-08T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T22:13:53.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This coming Sunday, my mom and I will be going to a wedding... my mom's co-teacher will be getting married to her long time boyfriend... To be honest with you, I am not a big fan of attending wedding parties - with all the hassles, all the guests wearing white, most women attending is wearing an inch thick of foundation in their faces, guests carrying huge crates of gifts (the last part is what I hate the most...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am escorting my mother to the wedding because I will be the one carrying the huge box of china that we bought as a wedding gift... I told my mother couple of times that she doesn't need to bring the gift on the wedding day itself - she can actually bring it before or after the wedding. The rationale for that is that no one wants to worry who will bring home the gifts after the wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really don't believe in marriages now - my mom and my auntie are now separated from their husbands. I don't see the point of spending a lot of money for somethng that doesn't give us the assurance of a happy ending. I always believe that marriage is not the "magic" that would bind two people together - its their love and respect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm not being cheesy or being corney about this - its just that ... I hate weddings&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111288302796291982?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/111288302796291982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11851721&amp;postID=111288302796291982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111288302796291982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111288302796291982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-hate-weddings.html' title='I Hate 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style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes we keep things to ourselves, eventhough we know it would only hurt us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes we have to say goodbye, even if we don't want to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We have to move on, because it might be the only way to grow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We have to let go, even if its hard to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because sometimes it is the price we have to pay for loving&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111287396969260680?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/111287396969260680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11851721&amp;postID=111287396969260680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111287396969260680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111287396969260680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/04/price-of-loving.html' title='The Price of Loving...'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111280489705518422</id><published>2005-04-06T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T22:14:14.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pain of loving someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I looked away, tried to ignore the pain&lt;br /&gt;But the more I deny it, the more it hurts&lt;br /&gt;It's funny or even pathetic when you realize&lt;br /&gt;That the person you love cannot return&lt;br /&gt;The love that you can offer to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw them walking hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;I could see in her eyes the joys she'll never find in me&lt;br /&gt;I could hear her laughter made not by me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the warmth and glow of her love&lt;br /&gt;But alas, they were not meant for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I could move on&lt;br /&gt;I've said I'm done and I have accepted it all&lt;br /&gt;But why does it still hurts when I see them&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still love her, why do I still care for her&lt;br /&gt;When I know she only sees me as no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish things would change&lt;br /&gt;Wish everything would start all over again&lt;br /&gt;Wish fate would be kinder when time turns back&lt;br /&gt;To the moment her heart had fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;But all I could do is wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111280489705518422?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/111280489705518422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11851721&amp;postID=111280489705518422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111280489705518422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111280489705518422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/04/pain-of-loving-someone.html' title='The Pain of loving someone'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111243812785525923</id><published>2005-04-02T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T22:14:59.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs about Life, Hope and Cynicisms....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've been lisiting to my cd collection for the past few weeks and I just noticed the contents of the music that I listen to... most of them is about life and how life sucks, some of them is about having faith and hope that there will be a better tomorrow, while the remaining some is about realization of what life is really is about....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just to share here are some of the lyrics of the songs that I've been listening to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"...I believed in miracles (once upon a time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I believed love would conquer all (once upon a time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I believed anything was possible... now once upon a time has never felt more right..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt; Once upon a Time (Bklyn)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"...Life is like a shooting star, and here is where it's falling...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Brooklyn in the Blood (Bklyn)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"How Could A Night So Frozen Be So Scalding Hot? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;How Can A Morning This Mild Be So Raw? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why Are Entire Years Strewn On The Cutting Room Floor Of Memory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When Single Frames From One Magic Night Forever Flicker In Close-Up On The 3D Imax Of My mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That's Poetic That's Pathetic..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Halloween (Rent)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"The Heart May Freeze Or It Can Burn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Pain Will Ease If I Can Learn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;There Is No Future There Is No Past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I Live This Moment As My Last ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Another Day (Rent)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"There's Only Here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Give In To Love Or Live In Fear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No Other Path No Other Way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No Day But Today!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Finale B (Rent)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"From Facing Your Failure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Facing Your Loneliness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Facing The Fact You Live A Lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, You Live A Lie - Tell You Why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're Always Preaching Not To Be Numb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When That's How You Thrive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You Pretend To Create And Observe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When You Really Detach From Feeling Alive ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Goodbye Love (Rent)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"I Think They Meant It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When They Said You Can't Buy Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now I Know You Can Rent It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A New Lease You Were, My Love, On Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;All My Life I've Longed To Discover Something As True As This Is..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;I'll Cover You (Rent)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"To Days Of Inspiration, Playing Hookey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Making Something Out Of Nothing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Need To Express - To Communicate, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To Going Against The Grain, Going Insane, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Going Mad To Loving Tension, No Pension To More Than One Dimension, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;o Starving For Attention, Hating Convention, Hating Pretension, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not To Mention Of Course, Hating Dear Old Mom And Dad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To Riding Your Bike, Midday Past The Three Piece Suits- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To Fruits - To No Absolutes- To Absolut - To Choice- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To The Village Voice- To Any Passing Fad To Being An Us - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;For Once- Instead Of A Them- "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;La Vie Boheme (Rent)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Fear's My Life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Look - I Find Some Of What You Teach Suspect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because I'm Used To Relying On Intellect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I Try To Open Up To What I Don't Know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because Reason Says I Should Have Died Three Years Ago..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Life Support (Rent)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Will I Lose My Dignity Will Someone Care Will I Wake Tomorrow From This Nightmare?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Will I? (Rent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well... that's it for now... I'm still savoring the messages kept in the lyrics of these songs... I'll try to post some more in the futre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111243812785525923?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/feeds/111243812785525923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11851721&amp;postID=111243812785525923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111243812785525923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111243812785525923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/04/songs-about-life-hope-and-cynicisms.html' title='Songs about Life, Hope and Cynicisms....'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11851721.post-111237161223944027</id><published>2005-04-02T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T22:20:49.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People from your past whom you don't want to see again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Until recently I met someone from my past... a person whom I wish never even existed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't judge me or hate me... I just don't feel comfortable seeing her again - its been a year since we last seen each other. We never parted ways in "good" goodbyes - I can still remeber the feelings - the betryal, the hurt feelings and the angsts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My friends and I were in the mall waiting for one of our barkadas to arrive. All of us were laughing... I then suddenly stopped laughing when I saw her, smilling at me, approaching me. She asked for my cell number - told her I had none. She asked me where I am staying - told her I am staying in my mom's house. She told me she'll give me a call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;How I wish I never saw her again... I don't want to talk to her or to her relatives - I just want to move on... To me, she is just a part of the past, a person with no name and face... I just don't want to be involved anymore with her or anything that is related with her... what was with us before has ended and should remain closed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11851721-111237161223944027?l=dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111237161223944027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11851721/posts/default/111237161223944027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/2005/04/people-from-your-past-whom-you-dont.html' title='People from your past whom you don&apos;t want to see again'/><author><name>Dark Gatekeeper of Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14301976008530103981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.battle.net/war3/images/orc/units/animations/direwolf.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
