<?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-30910955</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:58:02.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wHaTs oN mY mInD..</title><subtitle type='html'>I blog not because I want to make a diary of myself.. I blog because I want to, I waste my time doing this coz it makes me feel better, its my trip so mind your own business...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-590295927719125209</id><published>2012-02-13T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T22:26:23.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overated Day</title><content type='html'>I'm bitter. And that's all I can say. And you will probably agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-590295927719125209?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/590295927719125209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=590295927719125209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/590295927719125209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/590295927719125209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2012/02/overated-day.html' title='Overated Day'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-314371986044110680</id><published>2011-10-19T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T22:19:00.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing up again...</title><content type='html'>For the first time, after a while, someone noticed me and lifted my spirit for a moment and it really made me smile. I think I should go back to the old me where I always smile on little things. Now that I remember, it made feel light and happy. I forgot how I smile on every struggle I encounter, laugh it out till I forget it and I think I should do it more often cause I think that it will bring good fortune to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that the things that I've gone through this past year put a serious look on my face. And I forgot to take it off. I forgot how people tells me that whenever they look at me they see smiling face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be happy, if not for her. then... just for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-314371986044110680?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/314371986044110680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=314371986044110680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/314371986044110680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/314371986044110680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2011/10/standing-up-again.html' title='Standing up again...'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-7616520094392455797</id><published>2011-10-17T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T22:21:39.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneasy</title><content type='html'>I don't feel excited. I feel sad.. I don't know if I have to be there. I'm always with her wherever I go and somehow this feels ain't right. I really want her to be with me because it feels empty. I wish you can be with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-7616520094392455797?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7616520094392455797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=7616520094392455797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/7616520094392455797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/7616520094392455797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2011/10/uneasy.html' title='Uneasy'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-5358415804844840128</id><published>2011-10-16T23:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T00:16:29.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopes die last</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to say... I'll keep on going while the flame is burning.. and the thing is... the flame is every where. I'm in chaos..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-5358415804844840128?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5358415804844840128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=5358415804844840128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/5358415804844840128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/5358415804844840128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2011/10/hopes-die-last.html' title='Hopes die last'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-2076791736014772288</id><published>2011-10-15T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T03:30:11.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the scenes...</title><content type='html'>I wonder where you're getting your steps... it's really effective and kills me on the spot. But I will recuperate and crawl, kneel and stand up again and again to slowly walk back to your side.. your my home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-2076791736014772288?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2076791736014772288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=2076791736014772288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/2076791736014772288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/2076791736014772288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2011/10/behind-scenes.html' title='Behind the scenes...'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-8232925294705680697</id><published>2011-10-12T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T20:19:38.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solace</title><content type='html'>Who would have thought that I'm back here again... after all, this is where I can put all what I had in mind. Whenever I breath heavily due to the pain that i'm feeling, the burden of preventing myself from doing anything stupid again.. The pain of not reaching out when my body trying involuntarily to reach you... It feels that, I've just lost my purpose to continue. My purpose to strive, to be something else. I've lost the meaning of being happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-8232925294705680697?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8232925294705680697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=8232925294705680697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/8232925294705680697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/8232925294705680697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2011/10/solace.html' title='Solace'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-3828500382035023462</id><published>2010-06-09T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T13:18:06.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Pain...</title><content type='html'>I don't know where I'm going...&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, this is what I feel...&lt;br /&gt;All lies..&lt;br /&gt;I maybe stupid at one point..&lt;br /&gt;but not all the time...&lt;br /&gt;I've done this...&lt;br /&gt;I went through those things...&lt;br /&gt;and hiding it would not help me...&lt;br /&gt;I maybe weak at this point...&lt;br /&gt;It may hurt... but...&lt;br /&gt;All I hope for now...&lt;br /&gt;Is that everything is going on the right path...&lt;br /&gt;That decision made...&lt;br /&gt;is not the worst...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-3828500382035023462?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3828500382035023462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=3828500382035023462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/3828500382035023462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/3828500382035023462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-pain.html' title='All Pain...'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-3965057944873712083</id><published>2010-05-21T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T11:04:36.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpless</title><content type='html'>Closing his eyes feeling the wind that flow in his head, descending fast while thinking...&lt;br /&gt;30&lt;br /&gt;29&lt;br /&gt;28&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in his life, he felt so free. A free man who doesn't care about anything...&lt;br /&gt;27&lt;br /&gt;26&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;This is a decision of his life and there is no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;24&lt;br /&gt;23&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;br /&gt;All the things that happened, the mistakes he did... he can never bring it back &lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;20&lt;br /&gt;19&lt;br /&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;and he was not given a chance to make everything right...&lt;br /&gt;17&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;br /&gt;14&lt;br /&gt;Carrying the agony in his heart, with no regrets. Looking at things and can't do anything&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;Thinking what he did 19 seconds ago. Standing in the edge of the rooftop of the tallest building...&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;He failed to save the destiny that he should have.. &lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Stretching his hands and he embrace his faith.. remembering all the good things that she brought in his life...&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;He open his eyes looking straight down feeling the wind as the end comes near..&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;too late to turn it back.. all he could do is..&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-3965057944873712083?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3965057944873712083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=3965057944873712083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/3965057944873712083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/3965057944873712083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2010/05/helpless.html' title='Helpless'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-6791550499504487942</id><published>2010-04-17T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T14:01:06.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth and the act</title><content type='html'>Dragging ones name... this is the word I can't forget. It's been a while I have not spoken one name and yet being accused of dragging it. For quite a while I have not mentioned anything about the past and yet I was accused of it. I want to have a quiet life as much as they do. Though sadness strikes me once in a while and I say it in all honesty to the only one person involve. I only want everything back to normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is a word. To keep me forward or to pull me back to where I belong. That's what drives me. Every action made have a consequence. And today, I was pushed quite too far and I don't know if I can still go back. Deep in me, I know I still can. All it takes is the word to pull me up and everything will be dropped and mask will be removed. If this wind still needs me, the fire will keep on burning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-6791550499504487942?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6791550499504487942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=6791550499504487942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/6791550499504487942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/6791550499504487942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2010/04/truth-and-act.html' title='Truth and the act'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-164296938866452706</id><published>2010-04-15T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:55:59.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Split second vision</title><content type='html'>I've never been so sure. I know what I want and yet...I'm confused if all of this are meant to happen. After picking up pieces of myself, I'm so sure that I can do it. I can see myself standing and looking at two path dark and blurry and the other is clear as daylight. I walked the clear path but now it keeps on pushing me on the blurry one. I don't have the strength to push myself anymore but in my mind I know I want to keep on walking with the daylight. I will continue this, forever hunted by the vision that I have created years ago and the time I spent up to now to chase this dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guiding light... please show my path, to be on the right journey. I know I've been the trouble and I need to be with my strife. It will never feel the same because it doesn't fits right. Please listen to me... Absorb me to enlighten my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-164296938866452706?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/164296938866452706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=164296938866452706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/164296938866452706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/164296938866452706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2010/04/split-second-vision.html' title='Split second vision'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-8988633366985923187</id><published>2010-03-11T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:01:08.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered glass</title><content type='html'>I tried to pick it up but I was wounded. Though I know what I want, I can't do it. I never thought that this could happen. Betrayed by circumstance. Day by day the wound hurts and gets worst... made me think that this is so much more than the noise I hear about all things. I want this glass to be whole again which I know will never happen. But if I will be given a chance.. I will not think twice for this glass to be the same again when I first had it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-8988633366985923187?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8988633366985923187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=8988633366985923187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/8988633366985923187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/8988633366985923187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2010/03/shattered-glass.html' title='Shattered glass'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-2791231408641583443</id><published>2010-01-10T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:33:38.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Stuff on weekend</title><content type='html'>Another weekend. Took a shot of our food for lunch. Diablo Burger lol The place - Sizzling Pepper Steak - Mooooove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/S0p_xbDEl7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/I1Gg9U28Gkk/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/S0p_xbDEl7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/I1Gg9U28Gkk/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425289188172142514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/S0p_Ypck2HI/AAAAAAAAADs/R3RwmX7NMRQ/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/S0p_Ypck2HI/AAAAAAAAADs/R3RwmX7NMRQ/s400/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425288762540480626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/S0p_O2itEBI/AAAAAAAAADk/XGTiCAlMIQQ/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/S0p_O2itEBI/AAAAAAAAADk/XGTiCAlMIQQ/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425288594257154066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-2791231408641583443?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2791231408641583443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=2791231408641583443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/2791231408641583443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/2791231408641583443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2010/01/full-stuff-on-weekend.html' title='Full Stuff on weekend'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/S0p_xbDEl7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/I1Gg9U28Gkk/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-652271659277419905</id><published>2010-01-07T16:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:30:37.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guessing time</title><content type='html'>I rendered 4 hours at work and went home early today because I need to meet one of our BOD. I received an email earlier that she want to see me and talk to me. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at work, one of my colleague asked me if she can speak with me because her problem is too much to bear anymore. Well as her big brother, I said yes and I want to help the way I can. She opened up her problem regarding what happened on the deliberation day and that she can't work with someone who take her for granted and doesn't even care bout what she do and because of that, she wanted to resign immediately. I can't blame her, but falling in-love to someone not really worth it is something that you can blame on her. I just made her realize that deciding when you are affected by hate, anger will just cloud your thinking and told her to give it a week or two. At least if she decide when her mind is clear will not make her blame herself if she thinks she made a wrong decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going home. I called my Carla and told her that I will see her. We met at her building, we went to 7/11, bought food, sat at the table and spent time together and discussed anything we can think of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-652271659277419905?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/652271659277419905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=652271659277419905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/652271659277419905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/652271659277419905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2010/01/guessing-time.html' title='Guessing time'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-8289272956626485290</id><published>2010-01-06T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:40:28.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Ever</title><content type='html'>Last Night, I claimed my price for collecting starbucks sticker. Me and my Carla arrived at emerald avenue around 10 pm. I told my Carla that I will drop by at starbucks to buy coffee. I checked my pamplet to collect stickers for their notebook and found out that last night was the last day for collecting stickers. The date was January 6, 2010. I still need 2 stickers for the christmas flavor, I ordered toffee nut but sadly its out of stock so I switched to peppermint. Now I have my first ever starbucks organizer! I'm not really into this, but trying something new is refreshing. Today, I bought my Girbaud bag before going home. It's a simple bag that will suit my style. It's been a while since I carry my own bag except my Carla's bag lol. I did not noticed it but I'm now addicted to formal wear like coat and well tie?... No ties for me. I'm more into modern formal style. My Carla noticed it and she sometimes reminds me not to wear coat if we were just going to some occasions, but I said "my coat is not that formal" She said it's okay if we were just going to the mall or watch movie lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/S0WXPLArS0I/AAAAAAAAADU/yzR4yiuc040/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/S0WXPLArS0I/AAAAAAAAADU/yzR4yiuc040/s400/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423907613147089730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/S0WXpBnJpLI/AAAAAAAAADc/OcJ9F8oF8nY/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/S0WXpBnJpLI/AAAAAAAAADc/OcJ9F8oF8nY/s400/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423908057300706482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-8289272956626485290?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8289272956626485290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=8289272956626485290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/8289272956626485290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/8289272956626485290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-ever.html' title='First Ever'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/S0WXPLArS0I/AAAAAAAAADU/yzR4yiuc040/s72-c/DSC00015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-8323392147868705048</id><published>2009-11-19T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T04:24:56.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overload</title><content type='html'>Over whelming feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The scene*&lt;br /&gt;While he's in the Operations Meeting. The Chairman of the board saw him. He points at him and said.&lt;br /&gt;Chairman: Come here for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;The chairman went outside the office and He followed up to the elevator door until the chairman halted and whispered to him.&lt;br /&gt;Chairman: How much do we pay you?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: I don't know exactly but I think its *@$~@!.&lt;br /&gt;Chairman: Okay. Tell **** to raise your salary by *@$~!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Oh!. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Then he went back to the office with a happy face, overwhelmed and can't believe what just happened. For him it's like a dream personally raised by the owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This words suddenly pop up in his mind "If you wait, endure and your quiet while you do your best. You will get what you deserve"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He believes in the Chairman. "Tough times don't last but tough people do"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-8323392147868705048?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8323392147868705048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=8323392147868705048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/8323392147868705048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/8323392147868705048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2009/11/overload.html' title='Overload'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-6257519444682972</id><published>2009-03-09T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:20:36.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamb - Do you believe in lamination?</title><content type='html'>I was looking for a good Wallpaper for my PS3 system. I was browsing the PSN for good High def wallpaper cause I got tired of Fallout 3 theme. I came across 1 red Wallpaper titled Lamb. It was the newest Anime for animax and one of the first High Def Anime for TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I was the only one who don't know about this (I'm too busy with my life working and my gf ^_^). Yesterday, I change my laptop theme to everything red, downloaded the Red Theme for mozilla and Red theme for vista and it looks cool! I tried to find the best wallpaper that will suit the red theme and I remember that the Lamb Wallpaper on my ps3 has red background and the Protagonist girl wear a Red Suit. I thought that it fits perfectly and I tried to browse and look for HD wallpaper for laptop but what I found out is that Lamb is actually base on the story created by Filipino named Carmelo Juinio! I was like oh! I never thought! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anime is set on a harsh desert planet where everything is recycled even human criminal, they get laminated and turned into a cyborg like human. Once laminated they can be use as slave who obeys everything(those who disobey gets electrocuted) and they can also live for hundred years until released. No torrent yet to be found.. I hope some one seed it lol hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/SbXpgqAkcLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TTKcl79ZQVY/s1600-h/wp01_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/SbXpgqAkcLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TTKcl79ZQVY/s400/wp01_800x600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311408082795131058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/SbXpI3_q2xI/AAAAAAAAAAY/wFx11WUKB6U/s1600-h/wp03_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/SbXpI3_q2xI/AAAAAAAAAAY/wFx11WUKB6U/s400/wp03_800x600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311407674232593170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-6257519444682972?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6257519444682972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=6257519444682972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/6257519444682972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/6257519444682972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2009/03/lamb-do-you-believe-in-lamination.html' title='Lamb - Do you believe in lamination?'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/SbXpgqAkcLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TTKcl79ZQVY/s72-c/wp01_800x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-287527412581295734</id><published>2009-02-15T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:44:07.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After all bitter taste</title><content type='html'>I was thinking... after all the things that I've went through, I realized that I'm still lucky and blessed. I can even put them in chapters but no. :P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still struggling to have a perfect life, but I know that I'm not even close to it but having the best person at your side was the best thing I have and that will keep me going and it made me feel that I'm ready for everything. I just can't wipe that silly smile I have right now. I'm just being happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-287527412581295734?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/287527412581295734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=287527412581295734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/287527412581295734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/287527412581295734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-all-bitter-taste.html' title='After all bitter taste'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-1908960001705534457</id><published>2009-02-15T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:55:18.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Fantasy</title><content type='html'>I bought PlayStation 3 last December with my loving girlfriend and played several games like Silent Hill Homecoming, Ninja Gaiden Sigma, Fallout 3 and Metal Gear Solid 4 the best game I played ever on any console game, full of emotion if your an MGS fan since PS1. Gaming is in my blood and I think It cannot be removed in my system anymore. I remember the time when me and my friends wonder why the graphics while playing and cut scenes has different graphics quality and I remember how we wish that gameplay and cut scenes has the same graphics. I can also remember people saying that gaming is a childs play and gaming is for kids, but now gaming has changed (MGS4 Line lol). I was even obliged to buy an HD TV just to get the best of it. Ever since I bought the unit, I was constantly amazed with its capabilities like power, gameplay and new games that will be here soon like KillZone 2, God of  War 3, White Knight Chronicles and the most awaited 3 part RPG Final Fantasy 13, Final Fantasy 13 Versus and Final Fantasy 13 Agito. The plot of the game exist on the same universe with different story, characters and I think location too and they do not affect each other. I'm not a PS fan guy but this is just amazing, just look at the graphics and gameplay. It looks like your watching FF7 Advent Children but your controlling the characters and outcome of the battle. Check the clip below for the FF gameplay and MGS 4 Act 1 intro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Or7Dw3QlbwQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Or7Dw3QlbwQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qwh2zVOLu3w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qwh2zVOLu3w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-1908960001705534457?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/1908960001705534457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=1908960001705534457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/1908960001705534457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/1908960001705534457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2009/02/jaw-drop.html' title='Reality Fantasy'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-3018050072943979143</id><published>2008-12-10T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:15:52.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resu Scroll</title><content type='html'>I started playing World of Warcraft again and this time I was more into it than before. I even bought another account to roll another toon. I rushed to Data Blitz, Bought my battle Chest pack for more than $50 and after a week reached level 55 that will allow me to roll a Death Knight which need another expansion that took another $50 out of my wallet which is 100% more expensive than online purchase, Actually $25 cause my loving Girlfriend paid the other half as a Christmas present to me lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What triggers it? well my good Manager involved me to their new business that he proposed to the shareholders of our company. We Spearhead the development of the website and how it will run. The problem is he left us already and I was left alone in developing the business and thinking ways how to generate traffic on our website and not only that... my promotion was retracted because of documentation problem.... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not in the mood discussing problems cause I had enough and I don't want to think about it for the meantime. All I know is I wanted peace so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonechewer is my home server for now. Main toon is Death Knight... Im bashing all mobs in Northrend for all my problems. My toon name? Itos.. hehe thats my gf fave name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-3018050072943979143?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3018050072943979143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=3018050072943979143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/3018050072943979143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/3018050072943979143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2008/12/resu-scroll.html' title='Resu Scroll'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-5948323940142829424</id><published>2008-10-28T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:40:47.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D3</title><content type='html'>I was hoping that I can make it right. Set things straight again. One problem solved hopefully and I don't have any plan  on going back to that path again. I don't know if I can make it back to where I'm supposed to be but I was hoping and that's all I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and read emails. Rain started and it fell hard when I saw how I was tagged on the address book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not supposed to... I was not like this... and I will never be... like that again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-5948323940142829424?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5948323940142829424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=5948323940142829424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/5948323940142829424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/5948323940142829424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/d3.html' title='D3'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-659483650305278319</id><published>2008-10-27T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:34:53.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The hurting digs deeper as the hour pass by. I was so worried... when she said the word "Utoin along the way" it hurt me because I know that my word is not important anymore and all I can say is "Pasakayin lang kita". I was so worried and I wanted to ride another FX to follow her but no fx came after that. I went home thinking for hours and fell asleep round 3 am and suddenly woke up 4 am because of sudden feeling that something happened which I don't know. I can't go back to sleep cause I can't sleep anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I kept on staring at the gate. The Dogs are barking every time someone pass by and every time that happen I feel excited and suddenly realized that she will never come back. Stared at my laptop and let it just flow again. I can only talk to my laptop and kept on saying to myself that I can bear this. I know that what I'm hoping for only happen in dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every minute that pass is a torture to me.. Cried every hour that I remember what just happened. What struck me more and I can't help but cry was when my Mom cried cause of what happened. I can't help myself but just hide and let everything out in my system. I was able to take my rest at 6 pm and woke up 8:30 PM cause I need to work. Mom told me that she was trying to contact her but there was no answer. I'm dead worried again but I don't have any cellphone that I can use to contact her because my phone was missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Came to work like a possessed doll. Good thing that my back is on them and I'm just facing the wall and my laptop. No one really knows if I'm working or just wetting my table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything seems so blurry right now. The only thing that is clear is that I want to make things right cause she's everything that I dreamed of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lot of things that bothers me. What if there are things that will happen which I cannot change anymore.. what if's and what if's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and there are times that I wish I can just disappear because I can't bear the pain that I'm feeling right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-659483650305278319?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/659483650305278319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=659483650305278319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/659483650305278319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/659483650305278319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-1503207557061587380</id><published>2008-10-26T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:49:55.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolishness..</title><content type='html'>It happened so fast. I know what I want and I know what makes me happy but I messed up big time and I don't know if this can be fix again.. No matter what I say and do I can never make it the same as before. Maybe I will just go ahead and make things right for myself and prove that the mistakes that I've done will be the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you need to hurt yourself before you will realize. its foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More hurting will come and I know I will die along the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can make things right again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-1503207557061587380?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/1503207557061587380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=1503207557061587380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/1503207557061587380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/1503207557061587380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/foolishness.html' title='Foolishness..'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-1369102671813206577</id><published>2008-10-21T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:26:01.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazed Mind</title><content type='html'>I feel so confuse. I really don't know what to do now. I don't know what the plan is. Maybe the plan is to be free. Every time I try to fix it. Shits happen. For me it's simple, what complicates it is because of other peoples thinking. They will never understand me. I understand what's happening and I know what the problem is. There are things that we cannot do and sometimes decision that cannot be changed and sometimes you need to weigh things in your decision. But we do need to understand that sometimes in a decision it does not involve what you feel sometimes it is purely SURVIVAL. Some people do not understand it no matter how simple it is. Some people make it complicated. Now I'm thinking... Do I need to prolong this agony? People can't read minds and if I say it they will never understand or even try to understand it because they have what they wanted and they keep on holding on it. Maybe this is not the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hatred meter to this situation is way way way up to the heaven now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-1369102671813206577?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/1369102671813206577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=1369102671813206577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/1369102671813206577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/1369102671813206577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/hazed-mind.html' title='Hazed Mind'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-7086762533470685220</id><published>2008-09-06T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T05:34:36.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap and problem... Always..</title><content type='html'>I always try to remember everything that happened on the past days, weeks and months everytime I open this website. Everytime I do, I realize that there's a big difference from before and now and it keeps on changing. My Father is in the US and he is doing good except for the fact that all expenses was left to me, If I was the same guy before I would never be able to cover all of that and still rely on his pocket and wallet. I was promoted many times since I work as a gamer that earns 10,000 a month which is not even enough to buy me coffee at Starbucks. My girlfriend is great except for the things she expected of me. I never thought that work will become an issue in my life. She always complain about my time, my time for her. There are things that I want her to realize but the fact that everything is not understandable and I do know that sometimes there are things that you cannot explain. I actually tried explain it in plain and simple words but still I can't make her understand that sometimes I need to cover my ass to keep what I have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workaholic. Thats the word I always hear from her eversince I started to work as a Supervisor which is sometimes I work way beyond than my title. I never imagined that I will be tag as one because before I was an addict, game addict to be precise. All I care for is how to beat everyone and how to be strong in a game but now what I care about is my life, my parents, my job, my people and of course my Girlfriend and I think she don't feel that I do. There are times... actually most of the time I forget things which is important for her that sometimes I wish that I could remember. Im having hard time remembering things such as songs, dates, movies and other things that for her is important which makes me a worthless partner. So much work, meetings, deadlines that sometimes I wish that I can implant a memory stick on my head to remember all of that. I can't blame her. If I say that to her probably what she will say is "You can say no, manage your time, you can do things to make it easier, you can make it simpler do it earlier etchetera etchetera". How I wish its simple as that. Probably she will say all of that again if she heard that again. *Sigh*. She keeps on expecting things that I should do that sometimes makes me think to quit my job. Because its like I need to choose between her or my job. She will probably say that she don't mean it that way but the fact is... thats what I feel. I hate to say this but she really don't have a clue about my situation. I do explain it but still she can't understand. How I wish I can make it simpler. This is just sad... too sad for me... and probably this will probably trigger her pessimistic side of her. I try to keep this and keep my cool. but sometimes I just can't handle it anymore that I let it and just accept. I love her but Im only human that sometimes reach its limit and if it keeps on happening this will probably change me permanently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-7086762533470685220?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7086762533470685220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=7086762533470685220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/7086762533470685220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/7086762533470685220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/recap-and-problem-always.html' title='Recap and problem... Always..'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-8959866401470863263</id><published>2008-06-15T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T09:04:10.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could be the clouds</title><content type='html'>I don't know... could be another taste of failure... this is starting to get rough again... All I want her to do is have her limit. I am not trying to control her life.. pero its not right.. siguro for her its right... I want to be like that.. so I could careless... So I can go out all night til sawa even the sun rises while drinking with my so called friends... I am so mad about this situation. This is something that can't be fix right away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the mood for this right now... wala lang talaga magawa.. well, rest na lang ako siguro and hope this feeling of hate, frustration, mixed negative feeling just go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-8959866401470863263?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8959866401470863263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=8959866401470863263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/8959866401470863263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/8959866401470863263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2008/06/could-be-clouds.html' title='Could be the clouds'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-5976300997670919400</id><published>2008-06-08T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:16:05.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>I received a call from my colleague, He informed me that I will be transferred to the escalation team and I will start this sunday which supposedly I will report to work at 12 noon. My supervisor got confused because he don't know that I belong to a different department now. He called me thinking that I go AWOL, I informed him that I got transferred to a different department now. Now I am confuse.. I was thinking of trying to get the aTL or TL position. I don't know if I will settle to this level of promotion or aim higher.. I need enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this again.. I know that she can handle it but I just can't let it pass.. I don't know why.. It just get to my nerve whenever someone court her or get her attention knowing she already have someone. Maybe it was my pride, but I think its normal to get irritated whenever someone tries to get your partner's attention or try to "magpaka bibo" to her. I don't know if she understand me. And another thing.. problem with our schedule. Whenever she wants to talk to me she's tired because its time for her to sleep while Im wide awake and preparing for work. Our time is totally opposite. I can live with it and I can bear with it.. I hope she can as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think that she's thinking we are not doin good. I hope not... because this girl really has my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-5976300997670919400?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5976300997670919400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=5976300997670919400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/5976300997670919400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/5976300997670919400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2008/06/confussion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-5820181434621781733</id><published>2008-06-04T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:56:44.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiping the dust</title><content type='html'>Whoa! its been awhile again. If you will take note of the date when I last posted on this blog.. its way way way long ago lol. I still remember the password to this account and that amazed myself. and everytime I wrote something, it can't find its way to this blog. Tons of reason why and one of the reason is that I don't have time to open this blog but I know in my heart that I want to write something about myself. Well last time I tried to write something it just ended up on one of my files... let me try and find that file and post it on this blog... hmm.. clung... cling....#$*@#!....  well here it is.. I wrote this way back march 2008.. Anyway this is what I wrote and this is way way long and I don't care what you say about this, this is definitely just for myself and for someone who just want to read something non-sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up 6 am and I feel so tired. I don’t feel good. I watched the whole season 2 of Heroes and got disappointed. I watched the season premiere of smallville season 7 but I got bored. I called for pizza delivery, ate 1 slice and lost my appetite.  And this day I just got my most hated movie, Slipstream. I don’t know, maybe I’m just so aggravated by the movie I watched before that. But that movie makes me feel so depressed and so bored that I want to smash the television, I don’t feel comfortable watching it. That movie just made me hate Anthony Hopkins. Are they trying to make another pulp fiction movie?&lt;br /&gt;Well so much for watching movie.  Got my program running and passed it to my supervisor. I think they liked it but we can’t use it because of change in process so we will wait till the VCI process gets replaced by the new process.  That is if I’m still at that company.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I’m not having fun at all. I am fully aware that work is not for fun but I like to have fun while working.  I used to love this job but now integrity crisis rises and that affects me so much. First time I heard about the change in process, it made me feel so bad that I want to quit that day but I didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is my colleagues are with me. They feel the same way. My supervisor feels the same way and that’s another good thing. He is planning to jump off the boat and well... I think I will follow. Just like what we have talked about on our meeting. They don’t deserve our efforts and I don’t think that I have a future at that company either. So much for heroic effort so much for the cells I’ve lost every time I skip break. The only thing that will get promotion is my gastric level and this might lead to ulcer soon. Got money to spend but don’t have time to spend it at work hours. The only good thing left is the high pay and the colleagues besides me at the office. I can’t deny that the company helped me in a lot of ways. It changed me to who I am now and learned lot of things from it. I got my confidence back and I got self respect. I feel like that I can do something now. But still the people are good but the company is bad.&lt;br /&gt; Well so much for the company now. I browsed the internet last night at work and I happened to visit a site I usually visit every once in a while before. I saw something and realized why the hell I’m wasting my time before and I realized how I change from a stupid all heart controlled body to what I am now.  I saw things that could make my heart ache before, I did not feel any pain but instead… well, again I realized I really changed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Things in my life changed a lot as well. My sister just got married last February 14, 2008. She is happy now and she is not living with us anymore. Well I think she is in good hands now, her husband is a good person. He has good parents. And I feel confident that my sister will be happy. I remembered, every time I woke up before, I could see her. I could ask her how I look.  I could ask her if my clothes match. I could ask her if my shoes are ok. I could ask her to cut my hair and she will cut it shorter than I asked. And I don’t have anyone to brag and argue with. And I miss her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;My father left the country last march 10, 2008 to migrate to US. One week before he left I planned to do something to make him happy but it did not work well. I’m not good at expressing my emotion to my parents but I do really love them so much. There is no single day that I haven’t thought of how to make them feel good but I don’t know why I can’t. The day he left I wanted to say I love you but all I did was to say take care and have a good trip and I said I will follow soon, but I asked to myself when will that happen? When the car left I can’t help but just cry silently. The only witness is my girlfriend and the dogs. The tears can’t just stop that day. But still I went on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;Let us go back to present day enough of time travelling. I think everybody close to me knows that I already have a girlfriend and we are good and happy. But first time in our entire relationship, I got mad and I got irritated by what she said today. She texted me and she said that she will meet someone with her friends. We just talked about things that I don’t want and she’s old enough and she knows what is right and wrong in a relationship. We’ll I bet she is well aware of that. Sometimes I get a hunch of the situation. I know that it is just a hunch and it is not a fact but still it makes me feel bad. Well, it’s all up to her, I trust her but the person she will meet… I don’t.  One thing I hate and liked about her is that she is so kind. So kind that sometimes it seems like imperceptive. Or maybe she is just pretending to be blind and deaf. I hate it. Now I’m just trying to end this day and trying to finish this 7 slices of pizza left  and this could be my dinner, or maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all ... I can't remember what I felt that time.. I just posted it for future referrence lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-5820181434621781733?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5820181434621781733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=5820181434621781733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/5820181434621781733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/5820181434621781733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2008/06/wiping-dust.html' title='Wiping the dust'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-9049810706994898172</id><published>2007-07-18T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T17:09:56.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick look in the past</title><content type='html'>Well.. its been a while again, so much happened this past few months.. lets have a quick recap of what happened in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, last time I posted a blog I said I got promoted as a QA of our company and then a month after (April 30, 2007) the company closed they declared bankruptcy which I believe is a LIE! I'm handling there paypal account before they shutdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I got into a complicated situation. Two girl who treat each other best friends became both my love interest and they both go at the same time which cause a tremendous headache.. pain in the ass I can say. Until now I'm still thinking of that girl, the girl with Morena complexion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I got a new job 2 weeks after my previous company shuts down, The company pays more than my previous job gave me, so far its doing well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I'm now single no life cause of this shitty Graveyard schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, My Dad will possibly go to California this August.. if that happen I will surely miss my dad.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully we'll follow him year after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, I'm now into customizing hi-end computer, I think it's not new anymore since I'm into computer since I was 6 years old. And I'm spending all my money all my earnings for that state of the art computer! I love gaming it's my sport so no one can't blame me ok? It's either Car or PC ayt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh, What I'm doing the past 2 weeks? Wasting my time creating Granado Espada bot. Botting my character Cy(fighter), May(Scout) and Yette(Elementalist). but I removed Yette on my team because the elementalist 2nd stance bore me because of the slow walking speed but her damage is incomparable, I replaced her with my Dual pistol handler Angel(which is the Etienne Card), her Overdrive rockz! I'm botting them to death lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is not detailed.. what happened to my girlfriend at gamepal? hmm I don't know either hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last word I can say for this post... The Angel still has my heart..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-9049810706994898172?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/9049810706994898172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=9049810706994898172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/9049810706994898172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/9049810706994898172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2007/07/quick-look-to-past.html' title='A quick look in the past'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-7086030270380073431</id><published>2007-03-17T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T11:47:37.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting used to it..</title><content type='html'>Now I'm getting the hang of it. Im learning and improving I think. I feel like I already redeemed my old self. The scar that my past life left to me had vanished and now Im happy. Although sometimes the situation is so fucked up I know that someday everything will be ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days ago while I was reading the bulletin board in the office for new job opening Sir Jae and Dale saw me, I asked them "what are this for?" and they replied "your now officially transferred to QA Department.." and I was shocked coz I just got promoted as Team Leader and now im in a new different level lol,  anyway good things are happening now. to think of it my progress is so fast and I love it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well about her and me.. its getting interesting and messy.. I love her and I learned from my past.. well let see where it will lead me lets ride the roller coaster haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-7086030270380073431?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7086030270380073431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=7086030270380073431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/7086030270380073431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/7086030270380073431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2007/03/getting-used-to-it.html' title='Getting used to it..'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-3940885738225682970</id><published>2007-03-11T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T12:21:37.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge and Changes</title><content type='html'>I felt bad today, Maybe its because it seems like she have less time for me or maybe its just me.. our situation is very complicated and I understand it.. but still I can't help to feel bad sometimes.. and  I feel like there are changes thats happening now or maybe its only in my mind.. I finish early my job today, my work is until 11pm but I finished my work at 10:15 pm which rarely happen.. and all I did was stare at her.. but she did'nt noticed, shes very busy.. she's always like that when it comes to work, and I admire her more because of that.. but still sometimes it makes me feel bad.. which Im not supposed to feel. and it felt like there are big changes coming on my way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While staring at my monitor acting like Im busy, which is actually Im just thinking of her.. Pao(Shift supervisor of GY shift)  sat beside me and he said if I have a new appointed assistant for myself.. I asked him "why do I need an assistant?" and he said that "I should appoint an assistant as soon as possible" and I got confused, why do I need to do that? then he said "You don't know? you got promoted now and you will need a new assistant" I act like Im not surprised but the truth is Im very happy and surprised... 1 month is not yet passed and I got promoted again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-3940885738225682970?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3940885738225682970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=3940885738225682970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/3940885738225682970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/3940885738225682970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2007/03/challenge-and-changes.html' title='Challenge and Changes'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-2842928674963976862</id><published>2007-03-10T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T12:32:13.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All at once!!</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I last checked this blog.. and I realized that lot of things happened in the past 4 months... Time pass so fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not able to post any thing that happened in the past 4 months.. and I feel like I missed a lot of things.. christmas, new year, and even valentines! well.. nothing important happened in those dates.. christmas and new year... well im with my family, valentines! hmm my original plan for that day was to go to singles party.. and I prepared myself 2 weeks before that event! but im not able to attend because my Off was changed from friday and saturday to wednesday and thursday.. the event is on friday that week when I got promoted as TL and my off was change... so I celebrated my valentines day with my computer lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the girl I really like before in the company?? the CSR girl, the prettiest gal in our company and my ultimate crush is now my girlfriend!! and I really can't believe it.. even now lol.. before, thinking of it is like impossible.. and I usually say to myself "asa pa ako makausap sya" "asa pa ako magustuhan nya" "asa pa ako.. asa pa!" all the time! coz my self esteem, confidence was lost coz of my ex.. she made me feel like I have no importance.. small.. etc etc.. but now this girl.. is like a goddess who change me whenever im with her... she gives me courage and she motivates me to become more... and she's not a self centered bitch like most of the girl.. she's pretty, smart not to mention her status in life.. she is really something.. and I feel really lucky to have her... when Im with her.. I feel like im the luckiest man alive lol.. I never thought that I can love a girl again.. after what happened before... well things happened for a reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well enough of this.. time to sleep..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-2842928674963976862?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2842928674963976862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=2842928674963976862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/2842928674963976862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/2842928674963976862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-at-once.html' title='All at once!!'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-1227200990492152722</id><published>2006-12-16T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T08:14:10.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True or flaws?</title><content type='html'>Edited** December 18, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better Omit this one hahaha I already know them.. anyway I transferred it to my Ancient Vault lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-1227200990492152722?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/1227200990492152722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=1227200990492152722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/1227200990492152722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/1227200990492152722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2006/12/true-or-flaws.html' title='True or flaws?'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-762817916282150955</id><published>2006-12-13T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T08:12:11.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transferred</title><content type='html'>Today natransfer ako sa CSR room its kinda funny kasi nandun yung girl na crush ko hehehhe pero quiet lang ako... medyo ok yung room and mas ok talaga dun kasi maganda ang view ko sa harap ng computer ko magagandang tanawin and Im sure di ako aantukin... well hopefully sana dun na ako and for the first time nalate ako kanina malas kasi sa MRT naiwan ako ng empty train hehehe... oh well time to sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-762817916282150955?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/762817916282150955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=762817916282150955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/762817916282150955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/762817916282150955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2006/12/transferred.html' title='Transferred'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-5697997121593993731</id><published>2006-12-07T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T10:50:59.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Off</title><content type='html'>ahhh Finally first day off of my working career lolz... na miss ko matulog waaaaa.. I just started my working career hectic agad schedule, Kanina umaga I thought malalate ako but thanks to the one above di ako nalate pag dating ko MRT empty train! swerte.. sana ganun lagi hehehe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today Jinji txted me and he said he will sign na rin contract tomorrow.. good news hehehe di na sya mangungulit sa akin para kausapin si Mam Zen(Yung Pretty naming HR na ka-age lang din namin ^_^). kasi minsan Im aiming for my qouta nababalisa ako vibrate ng vibrate celfon sa pants ko flooder kahit sa txt, akala ko sa email, friendster and forums ka lang flooder pati rin pala sa txt ehehe.. pero somehow I feel bad sa previous company ni jinji mag x-mas party pa naman nagprapractice na nga sila ng boom tarat tarat(haha) tapos resign and change career pala.. sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-5697997121593993731?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5697997121593993731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=5697997121593993731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/5697997121593993731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/5697997121593993731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-off.html' title='Day Off'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-951436988856687106</id><published>2006-12-06T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T07:37:38.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beeeeeesss!</title><content type='html'>Too busy, I dont even have time to sleep... now I need to go to bed.. zooOM! Zzzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-951436988856687106?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/951436988856687106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=951436988856687106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/951436988856687106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/951436988856687106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2006/12/beeeeeesss.html' title='Beeeeeesss!'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-4510655361883443619</id><published>2006-12-02T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T02:33:24.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marked..</title><content type='html'>Last night Gamepal called at my cellphone and they said that I will start my work on monday and that I need to report at this day 1:30 pm to sign the contract, so I went there. When I arrive, there are like 15 people outside waiting for their turn? or applying for job? I dont know all I know is that i'm there to sign the contract. after 15 minutes of waiting the HR called my name with other 3 guys and she guide us to the conference room and inform us about the contract and she gave us the contract to sign then she leave the room. Before signing as usual I read the contract and it seems ok but one thing catch my attention.. the job description.. we are labelled as Professional Gamer hahaha wow.. it sounds cool. well actually it is really cool. Now im a Pro Gamer lol.. well I remember what one staff there said "Gamers are paid more than what they are worth doing" sounds nice is'nt it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished signing the contract and I went out of the conferrence room and I saw one familiar face.. and I asked him if he's here to sign the contract but he said no because he do have other business and he can't take the work because it's conflict with his schedule but he is trying to apply for programmer and network manager since it can fit his schedule, suddenly it flash to my mind that I also want that job.. maybe ill try to apply for that job too since its the same company and he said it pays higher than my position now... oh higher than what I can have now keeewl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-4510655361883443619?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4510655361883443619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=4510655361883443619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/4510655361883443619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/4510655361883443619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2006/12/marked.html' title='Marked..'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-6470926472696345079</id><published>2006-11-23T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T08:29:02.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greenhorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Starting this day and first time in my life I become part of a company. Its not official coz im not working there yet but the HR said that she will call me next month because they are still renovating the workplace. Well I wonder what my life will be next month coz I never tried working in a company. well lets see where it will lead me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The company...&lt;a href="http://www.gamepal.com"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2539/3773/400/93943/random-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;suits me..&lt;br /&gt;I belong hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-6470926472696345079?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6470926472696345079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=6470926472696345079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/6470926472696345079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/6470926472696345079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2006/11/greenhorn.html' title='Greenhorn'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-8974986938384003424</id><published>2006-11-22T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:24:58.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been using Photoshop, Illustrator, Adobe Image ready, Macromedia Flash and dreamweaver for like 3 years but still im not confident if I can be a graphic artist. Dream ko maging graphic artist but I think that my skills is not enough. yesterday I applied for a graphic artist and they told me to show them atleast 1, 2 or more of my work.. but im not really confident but still I tried to make a design to be print for T-shirt and here is my design..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls comment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2539/3773/1600/Dg1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2539/3773/400/Dg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2539/3773/1600/dg2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2539/3773/400/dg2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-8974986938384003424?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8974986938384003424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=8974986938384003424' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/8974986938384003424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/8974986938384003424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2006/11/is-it-enough.html' title='Is it enough?'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-116414782446431384</id><published>2006-11-21T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T08:08:18.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it time for a change?</title><content type='html'>Last monday I decided to apply for a job, I went to ortigas with Jeffrey aka "jinjiruks" and pass resume to gamepal. We meet at the back of SM megamall building A and we talked about the company and I let him checked my resume if its ok.. unfortunately at the bottom of my resume putol yung sentence ko errr thats the consequence of relying on someone to print my resume.. he did not checked if its ok or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around and try to find a computer shop to fix my resume and I remembered that kuya EJ is near there sa widescope and pwede ako dun mag ayos ng resume but I cant remember where exactly yung place nila im a noob in that place pag commute and we gave up finding it and besides im not sure kung nandun si kuya kasi minsan madaling araw na sila umuuwi and di ako kilala ng mga employee nila, meron kami nakita but its so expensive 50 pesos per hour and its a dial up.. grabe over price but luckily sabi ni "jinji" meron shop sa building nila(jinji already have a work in ortigas takas lang sya hehehe) and I went there alone kasi baka nga daw makita sya ng boss or ng co-worker nya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we head straight to gamepal and we waited like 2 hours kasi wala pa yung girl na kumukuha ng resume and im really hungry and sleepy coz that time wala pa ako sleep and breakfast. then when the girl took our resume the guy incharge of the applicants said that we can go now and they will call us for skill test or exam.. well that time I lost hope and think that "asa nanaman matawagan" its always like that and I will wait for nothing (thats what always hapen for some applicants kaya naisip ko yun).. I arrived home at 11 am and im so sleepy so I went straight to my room and sleep without eating lunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 pm my celfon rangs and its the girl from gamepal and shes asking me if I know about the job.. and I said "I know the job yes", then she said if I tried it and I said no, not yet and she replied that I need to know the job 100% and I dont know what to say hahaha, then she said that "anyway are you interested for the job offer?" and I said "yes I am". (in my mind kaya nga ako nag apply e) and thats when she said my schedule for exam in thursday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well anyway goodluck sa akin.. hope it goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-116414782446431384?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/116414782446431384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=116414782446431384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/116414782446431384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/116414782446431384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2006/11/is-it-time-for-change.html' title='Is it time for a change?'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-116282092720312806</id><published>2006-11-06T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T05:48:47.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 things about beautiful girls.. in my opinion</title><content type='html'>TOP 10 things about Beautiful girls... in my opinion&lt;br /&gt;1. Most of them are not single.&lt;br /&gt;2. Will never look for you cause they are always being hunted.&lt;br /&gt;3. Always busy, too many dates to manage.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have tons of secrets, I always feel that they hide something.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hard to trust, just like what I said above(no.4).&lt;br /&gt;6. Always center of attraction, that will make you look like a bodyguard.&lt;br /&gt;7. Rare to find who are serious in relationship.&lt;br /&gt;8. Easy to love and they go easy on you..&lt;br /&gt;9. who are down to earth is hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;10. at age of 20 9 out of 10 is torn to pieces (you know what i mean).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-116282092720312806?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/116282092720312806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=116282092720312806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/116282092720312806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/116282092720312806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2006/11/top-10-things-about-beautiful-girls-in.html' title='Top 10 things about beautiful girls.. in my opinion'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-116094812830222904</id><published>2006-10-15T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:41:05.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long break..</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I last updated this blog.. Last 3 days ago I borrowed Smallville DVD from my sister's boyfriend, Nikki, and thats what wasting my time this past 3 days, I spend most of my time watching how Clark Kent evolve from a boy to man then to superman. I feel like im involve in the series but sometimes some scene is like uhh... unnecessary? or rather annoying.. really annoying just like why clark kent can't tell Lana how he really feels about her.. ok there's a part that they become more than friends but still why can't he tell her about his abilities which I think will not hurt her and I think that she will understand it just like Pete.. Clark making things complicated which is supposed to be simpler.. well its a show and no one can blame the writer of that story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile ago before I update my blog, I saw my picture on friendster.. a picture taken by my ex-girlfriend, well I miss her and I thought that im over her but now it seems like its all coming back.. or maybe I really just miss her because my life today is much more... peaceful.. and happier hahahha (self defense mechanism) well whatever it is im glad that this is how my life works now... I can live without her ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I realized.. who cares!! no one will really bother to know whats happening in my life... hahaha no one will have interest reading this stupidity.. but it makes me feel good. its like leaving the realworld and for a second my mind is free ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time I will try to post more useful info than myself ^_^..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-116094812830222904?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/116094812830222904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=116094812830222904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/116094812830222904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/116094812830222904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2006/10/long-break.html' title='A long break..'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-115361983678701930</id><published>2006-07-22T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T22:34:33.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious Song</title><content type='html'>While im talking to a "girl" friend she mentioned the Gloomy Sunday song, I never heard of it and she said its a cursed song and I became interested. A cursed Song for real? yun ang naisip ko. But I dont know the effect of the song kaya before you proceed dapat sigurado ka na nagtataglay ka ng malakas na pag iisip at kaya mo absorb kung ano man ang nakasulat sa lyrics ng kantang to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im above 18 years old at nasa katinuan akong pagiisp kayang kaya ko absorb kung ano man ang mababasa ko o kahit pakingan ko ang kantang to ay walang mangyayari sa akin wala akong gaanong problema sa buhay at di ako sawi sa pag-ibig. Walang pananagutan ang nagsulat nito sa kung ano man ang mangyari sa akin o kung ano man ang naging epekto nito sa aking pamumuhay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gprime.net/video.php/bennythesupercop"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hindi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; ako sumasang ayon, nabasted ako o iniwan ako ng boyfriend ko at malaki ang problema ko sa buhay di ko kaya absorb yan ito na lang ang titignan ko para maaliw ako...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cytopic1glsdy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sumasang ayon ako at di ako sawi sa pagibig at wala akong problema sa buhay kayang kaya ko absorb yan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-115361983678701930?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/115361983678701930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=115361983678701930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/115361983678701930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/115361983678701930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2006/07/mysterious-song.html' title='Mysterious Song'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-115264455026903259</id><published>2006-07-11T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T04:20:49.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence?</title><content type='html'>The whole day im with the girl I love. I woke up 6 am to pick her up in Cubao but I came there at 10 am coz hirap sumakay hahaha dami tao sa kalsada parang fiesta! funny thing is yung girl na may gusto sa akin pumunta sa place namin, ewan ko dun ang lakas ng loob I already told her that im with "her" pero pumunta pa rin! tama ba yun! I talked to her  and she said so many things na unbelievable.. parang ako interviewer and sya nag aaply ng work she keep on describing herself and how she love a person, how she treat her special someone and so many things until umabot sa adult story errr... im just listening to her and im not that kind of guy na papatol na lang coz im heart broken. before she went home she want to kiss me! but di pwede  conservative ako e hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-115264455026903259?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/115264455026903259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=115264455026903259' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/115264455026903259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/115264455026903259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2006/07/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence?'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-115253533827874164</id><published>2006-07-10T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T06:06:04.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the broken piece go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its really hard to accept what the truth can bring you, have you ever felt that all the answer to your question simultaneously revealed and you cant handle it that your head will spin and you will just fall down and start to cry? I did and I can't comprehend whats happening now into my life. I lose the girl I love and I dont know what I will do cause she's everything for me, I know that the pain will last for weeks or months but Im not really sure if it will really just fade away like that. The feeling that she like other guy that she do things for him to be with him makes it harder for me, how I wish that there's a medicine that can make me forget everything I've been through the past 2 years. I really love this girl and I will do everything to win her back but now I don't have strenght to do it. Everything I know about her starts to crumble and replaced by other image, the other self of her. The question, the lies and the answers even the things I dont know in the past become clear to me. The people, the person there's always a relevance and the things that came into my mind that I refuse to believe is true. The jealousy, the pain and the uneasy feeling in past is what I really should feel when I feel that cause it is something she do that she dont want me to know. All the love, loyalty was nothing and it will not even help me solve things now that make me think I just wasted my time and effort but it is not. She made me happy, inspire me and make me do things I thought I can never do, she's the one who gave me strenght and continue to dream. But, now she's gone. How can I continue? I will start picking the pieces that she broke but how about the other piece? I believe its with her with her new guy? then how can I redeem myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-115253533827874164?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/115253533827874164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=115253533827874164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/115253533827874164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/115253533827874164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-does-broken-piece-go.html' title='Where does the broken piece go?'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30910955.post-115253286196486882</id><published>2006-07-10T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T05:01:01.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>If we try to remember what we are before, the days when you were a high school student the time you first felt you like someone and the awkward things you do for him or her to notice you. Now try to think of the present you, a lot of things had change right? now you wish you were the same as your oldself before but there are also lot of things you want to forget. Your a jolly guy before but now you rarely smile, You dont care if a girl gets near you but now if you see big boobs your eye swell and feel horny. The things we been through, things we experience everyday mold us to become other person they forcefully change us and by the time you notice it its too late to turn back and sometimes we fail to recognize it that its already taking place. Now think what you can do to make yourself feel better and accept the changes in your life good or bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30910955-115253286196486882?l=cyrilrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/feeds/115253286196486882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30910955&amp;postID=115253286196486882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/115253286196486882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30910955/posts/default/115253286196486882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrilrs.blogspot.com/2006/07/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Cy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17521277033242142960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5aU4wVx0F0/Szc3w1WE0dI/AAAAAAAAACc/MqIFXMLVvKo/S220/12847_175100117045_684672045_3455675_7699726_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
