<?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-15827353</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:27:24.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elsewhere</title><subtitle type='html'>mornings.patiently waiting.breakfast.music.caramel macchiato.always busy with work.loves tricks.joker.basketball.nights.strong ice.movie addict.soon-to-be insomniac.dreamer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112626586680366193</id><published>2005-09-09T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T19:47:06.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Love</title><content type='html'>The Prophet - Kahlil Gibran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."&lt;br /&gt;And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love beckons to you follow him,&lt;br /&gt;Though his ways are hard and steep.&lt;br /&gt;And when his wings enfold you yield to him,&lt;br /&gt;Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.&lt;br /&gt;And when he speaks to you believe in him,&lt;br /&gt;Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.&lt;br /&gt;Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.&lt;br /&gt;He threshes you to make you naked.&lt;br /&gt;He sifts you to free you from your husks.&lt;br /&gt;He grinds you to whiteness.&lt;br /&gt;He kneads you until you are pliant;&lt;br /&gt;And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.&lt;br /&gt;But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,&lt;br /&gt;Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.&lt;br /&gt;Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;&lt;br /&gt;For love is sufficient unto love.&lt;br /&gt;When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."&lt;br /&gt;And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.&lt;br /&gt;Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.&lt;br /&gt;To know the pain of too much tenderness.&lt;br /&gt;To be wounded by your own understanding of love;&lt;br /&gt;And to bleed willingly and joyfully.&lt;br /&gt;To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;&lt;br /&gt;To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;&lt;br /&gt;To return home at eventide with gratitude;&lt;br /&gt;And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112626586680366193?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112626586680366193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112626586680366193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112626586680366193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112626586680366193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/09/on-love.html' title='On Love'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112626569972432008</id><published>2005-09-09T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T19:34:59.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Pain</title><content type='html'>Recently, I have been thinking about something - something that I have not experienced or felt as strongly as I expect it to be...not yet that is...triggered by events in the lives of friends.&lt;br /&gt;The ever complicated topic of love.  Actually, I take back what I said - I probably have fallen in love before - but maybe it is not how I expected it to be.  (The doubt makes me think I haven't felt the full force of it..or wrath).  I know I can do so much more than that and I can't wait to be there...to do that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought that I would give everything for that someone.  And I still believe I will - knowing me when I am on that kind of "high".  However, I have been a witness to love that faded..probably died..and the grief and pain that come with it.  I have always thought I am ready to face that - the inevitable pain in loving.  Easy for me to say when I am not there yet.  Now that I have seen other people facing that - it makes me think if I want to go through something like that.  Can I bear it?  Maybe I can, maybe I can't.  Is it all worth the pain?  Hard to tell when you are not face to face or immersed in it.  Hard core romantics will probably say yes.  On the other hand, it makes me think - can I bear NOT giving everything I can give?  I guess not too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, these are just thoughts.  I will cross the bridge over troubled water (hehe) when I get there.  But I am betting on the second one.  I will give it all, lose all control.  &lt;em&gt;I will seek not only love's peace and pleasure...I will bleed willingly and joyfully...I shall laugh with all of my laughter and weep with all of my tears.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And no, I am not in love with anyone now. : ) hehehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Indirectly quoting my fave section of one of my fave books - The Prophet (On Love).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112626569972432008?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112626569972432008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112626569972432008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112626569972432008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112626569972432008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-and-pain.html' title='Love and Pain'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112626386108317424</id><published>2005-09-09T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T19:04:21.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>I know I said I won't say anything work related anymore but I wanted to share that I have had only 2.5 hours of sleep.  Nice huh!  One of these days, I will collapse for sure hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am in an OK mood - OK for someone who has eyebags bigger that her eyes.  Oh well.  Ingiti na lang eto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched tennis yesterday - great night for tennis.  My fave Davenport lost to Dementieva though.  Tough call on the last and winning shot (tiebreak no less) but well, it happens.  Then I watched Blake vs Agassi.  I have always been an Agassi fan - even back when it was he vs Sampras.  Cute eh.  Hehe.  Anyway, he won...bounced back from a 2 set lead by Blake and ended in a tiebreak down to the last point!  It was probably the best game thus far in the US Open.  Exciting.  Blake was pretty tough for someone not so experienced.  I was shouting alone in the apartment!  I wonder who is gonna win in the women's  Sharapova?  In the men's I am betting on Federer again.  But who knows! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoo, back to now.  I am missing the Red Eye movie with the Abnoys later.  Call.  Hopefully, it can be moved earlier.  But if not, I'll follow to Bistro.  hehe!  I hope I don't fall asleep while in Bistro.  I have work tomorrow at 8am and I hope I wake up in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112626386108317424?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112626386108317424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112626386108317424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112626386108317424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112626386108317424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/09/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112607076738260615</id><published>2005-09-07T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:26:07.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last</title><content type='html'>This has been the BEST [insert sarcasm here] week ever.  Work wise that is.  I don't know why I even said that last line because work pretty much has been everything I have been busy with for the past god-knows-how-many months already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been more frustrated with work ever..just because it's been dragging us for months and the hours are just un-f$%&amp;%#ng-believable.  I feel that this frustration will soon turn into apathy... a point where I won't give a damn anymore.  Someone asked what she could do to make it a bit easier for us.  I couldn't answer because really - what would make it easier for us?  Free place to stay?  Free food?  Free snacks?  Gift Cheques?  No, no, no, no.  I hope to God we will soon finish this coz it is burning everyone out.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!  Oh well, I made a promise to myself that this would be the last post on ranting about work.  Never again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112607076738260615?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112607076738260615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112607076738260615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112607076738260615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112607076738260615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/09/last.html' title='Last'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112585622696301049</id><published>2005-09-05T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T01:50:26.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-from The Bible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112585622696301049?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112585622696301049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112585622696301049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112585622696301049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112585622696301049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/09/three-times-i-pleaded-with-lord-to.html' title=''/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112585517523591046</id><published>2005-09-05T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T01:32:55.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my desk</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LITTLE&lt;/span&gt; things are infinitely the &lt;strong&gt;MOST IMPORTANT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Emily Dickinson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112585517523591046?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112585517523591046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112585517523591046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112585517523591046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112585517523591046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/09/on-my-desk.html' title='On my desk'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112585501704101329</id><published>2005-09-05T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T01:33:37.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rat Race Weekend</title><content type='html'>As a sign of protest from my emotional outburst last Friday/Saturday, I did not go to work during the weekend. Well, I am now in the office but just because I want to update my blog haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home Saturday 1PM and I passed by Glorietta to buy those Adidas sneakers. Meant to be! The last pair for my size. Great! I slept at around 6PM. Woke up at 7PM. Slept again. Woke up at 8PM because my phone was ringing. I was half asleep while talking to a friend who was busy mounting her aircon haha. Slept again. Woke up at 2AM because I was hungry and I joined Abby and Arbie in their food trip. Watched TV and fell asleep. Woke up at 330AM. Watched some more. Fell asleep again. Woke up at 7AM. I didn't sleep again after. I wanted to be "normal" again because I am going to be on dayshift on Monday after 1 month of being on night shift (this is for formality - in one month, I was doing both night and day shift!). I miss daylight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed breakfast at 8AM in Somerset (where the team is staying) because I was bored. Great coffee, they have. Anyhoo, after that, I spent some time watching the US Open and some CSI episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left and met up with Beege at past 2PM. We bought more stuff for her place - mop, trash can, cleaning stuff (we never ever get tored of cleaning), more pranelas hehe, bed sheets, etc. I did my grocery too! I figured it's time for me to use shampoo again. Kidding! We spent the whole time looking for stuff to buy and also joking around with the sales people. I particularly enjoyed the one with the cashier because she was doing her job and doing the job of her bagger as well. Beege and I bagged our own groceries and I sincerely offered to bag the next person's groceries. Hehe. "Pasaway kasi yung bagger eh!" was what she said. It's nice that they have the energy to enjoy a good laugh or joke. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so exhausted after that we ate like we won't be eating in days. Yu-mmy. It was a pretty fruitful Sunday (although we missed mass again) and it is nice to be away from work for once. Beege did her painting again (painting with paint and HAIR on the wall) and I again tried my luck on the Hollaback Girl. Hey! We were allowed to use our shoes around the apartment this time which was nice. But I got used to removing my shoes that I removed them nalang din. I wore my new sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun as always. I have a favorite spot in Beege's aparment - the left side of her couch which has always been my side when we drop dead after working. I love it! At 8PM, we lied down again to rest while waiting for the rain to stop. We woke up at almost 11PM already. I swear - that couch is a cure for insomnia! ANG SARAP TULUGAN! I wasn't even on a straight position then. And now, I am wide awake and sabi nga ni Beege - parang hinahanap na namin ang couch. Haha. Amazing. Great buy, mi amiga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my Sunday. It was the best day of the week. Away from the rat race I have been in - work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a coincidence, I saw a rat SO HUGE (and so black) - a cat will get scared - in front of MSE. NAKAKADIRE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112585501704101329?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112585501704101329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112585501704101329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112585501704101329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112585501704101329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/09/rat-race-weekend.html' title='Rat Race Weekend'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112571911481206461</id><published>2005-09-03T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T11:45:14.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrr</title><content type='html'>I have never been more upset at anyone from work until today.  Well, I have been once but this was one of the “best”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For months now, I have been relatively out of touch – I have not seen my parents in more than 3 months.  I have missed a lot of gimiks.  I have missed 2 of 3 birthdays of my roommates.  One of them moved out already.  One of them is leaving the company.  I have not seen my regular buddies.  I have never ignored so much text messages in my life.  All because of work – which was fine at first knowing it will all soon be over.  But more than 3 months, 7 day working weeks, 11 hours minimum daily, countless calls and issues, 1 month night shift after, I am still stuck in this pit which I believe won’t end ever anymore.  And then, Saturday morning of yet another weekend at work – night shift at that, I get this email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please make sure...blah blah…so that this will go as smooth as possible and we're able to let the US based personnel enjoy the rest of their holiday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T%&amp;@INA lang ha!  I was talking to another person online then who was from the US also.  I told her – ‘can I answer “him” and tell him we will keep that in mind when we work over the fucking weekend!’  I have never felt angrier and more upset in this career of mine!  Fucking asshole.  The nerve of him to tell me about enjoying holidays!  Geez, if it is just the holidays we are talking about, I lost count how many we’ve missed ENJOYING already.  The fuck.  And I am sure I read that email correctly!  I reread it to make sure I am not overreacting and I get the same burning feeling to punch someone in all times I reread it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don’t know how much we have missed all this time.  I was so glad at the start that we have people here who never complained, who never had low morale, who have always hoped one day this would be over.  It breaks my heart to see them lose energy and burn out.  Somehow work has managed to make the liveliest people think why the hell they should stay lively.  Tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it just took one email – just one – to make me realize why the hell I should care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wasted almost a year of my life for this.  Dammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  I did send that email. : ) Minus the f word of course.  But I liked my ending note --&gt; &lt;em&gt;Thank you and enjoy the holiday.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112571911481206461?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112571911481206461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112571911481206461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112571911481206461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112571911481206461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/09/grrrr.html' title='Grrrr'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112560539205631564</id><published>2005-09-02T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T04:09:52.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Carried Away</title><content type='html'>Beege posted a really nice article in her blog (see hers!).  Reading that never fails to inspire me and just makes me hang in there.  It makes me realize there are more things in life to be happy about than sad and that realization keeps me going on.  Life is just too full of possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo (by now, you should know that this is one of my fave words and so is alritey hehe) - I think the article is about valuing the small things, savoring the things that matter.  And the things that matter aren't necessarily those that by CONVENTION, are the important things, such as WORK (ahem), reputation, social status, etc.  Most of the time, the more important things are actually those that we often trivialize and take for granted such as time we make&lt;br /&gt;for family. How often are we more concerned about what colleagues and peers have to say than that of our parents and siblings? We are in an age where greatness is measured by one's contribution to say, technological advancements, literature and social development that many undermine personal relationships and simple joys.  Yeah - simple joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for most people, if not all, the things that STILL really affect us are those that are closer to heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the title of that article.  I believe that people really have what it takes to have and be everything that they want. The more important question, however is, what's the guarantee that&lt;br /&gt;these certainly are what we want; because, it is only in addressing that question that we will be able say that what we've done and who we are are indeed enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112560539205631564?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112560539205631564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112560539205631564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112560539205631564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112560539205631564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/09/got-carried-away.html' title='Got Carried Away'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112560142667027005</id><published>2005-09-02T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T03:04:22.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 things I wanna buy soon</title><content type='html'>There are 3 things I want to buy - hopefully later. Well, probably not all of them at the same time. In order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Adidas sneakers &lt;/strong&gt;- Teng and Carlo both have it! And I want my own pair too! Really nice. And I hear, they're on sale so HURRAH. Cool - white base with black and silver stuff going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Perfume &lt;/strong&gt;- Either I stick with Kenzo or do Light Blue (but 2 out of 2 of my roommates have it so way to be unique!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Jeans &lt;/strong&gt;- I need a new pair. A nice pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I can start with the sneakers first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112560142667027005?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112560142667027005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112560142667027005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112560142667027005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112560142667027005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/09/3-things-i-wanna-buy-soon.html' title='3 things I wanna buy soon'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112560064199261054</id><published>2005-09-02T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T02:57:05.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>I went home rather early yesterday (I don't know what I mean by yesterday but you get the point) - 12NN. I went home, showered, changed, lied down and turned on the TV and DVD - great, Trainspotting was on the player so I just continued watching it. I watch 20 minutes each day so I am now in my nth installment of the film - which is about addiction. Reminded me of that film I watched - Requiem for a Dream which was about that too. I find them disturbing for some reason but they're great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I fast forwarded the disc to the last part because I might not finish it anytime soon. I came to a scene where some nice lines were said and I just had to share them hehe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Voice Over: Renton - played by the loveable Ewan McGregor]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our only response was to keep going and fuck everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pile misery after misery.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heap it up on a spoon and dissolve it with a drop of bile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then squirt it into a strinking purulent vein and do it all over again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep on going, getting up, going out, robbing, stealing, fucking people over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Propelling ourselves with longing towards the day it would all go wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because no matter how much you stash...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or how much you steal, you NEVER have enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how far you go out and rob and fuck people over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You always need to get up and do it all over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the story of the movie, I think he was referring to drug addiction - heroin as one of the main drugs.  But it caught me I guess because I think it also applies to other things besides drugs, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112560064199261054?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112560064199261054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112560064199261054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112560064199261054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112560064199261054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/09/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112552825970433666</id><published>2005-09-01T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T06:44:19.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas has started!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday (or was it the other day?  I lost track of days), my shift started 7PM and ended at a whopping 3:30PM the next day.  Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go home to my apartment, instead I went to yet another project sponsored apartment.  This is my 3rd apartment - excluding mine - in around 3 months now.  We have been to Fraser, Oakwood and now, in Somerset - which is not bad in location because Coquina is in that building, across is the nice New Bombay resto, on the side are - oh surprise - Ministop and 711...Figaro and Segafredo.  I have finally admitted to myself that this project is never gonna end.  Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is officially the start of Filipino Christmas with this day commencing the "BER" thing.  How time flies.  Soon, we will be hearing the countdown to Christmas, Christmas promos and of course, Christmas shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten is inviting me to go with her again to Bangkok this November - with her project mates this time who are fun to be with!  I went with her last May and I loved it!  I am still thinking about it though.  Thinking hard.  I enjoyed shopping there and watching the elephants.  Oh, and I loved the food also.  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to a vacation.  A long one.  Sino gusto sumama? : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112552825970433666?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112552825970433666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112552825970433666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112552825970433666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112552825970433666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/09/christmas-has-started.html' title='Christmas has started!'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112552726381207038</id><published>2005-09-01T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T06:27:43.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights down, you up and die</title><content type='html'>He wakes up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Does his teeth, bite to eat and he's rolling&lt;br /&gt;Never changes a thing&lt;br /&gt;The week ends, the week begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And remembers being small&lt;br /&gt;Playing under the table and dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take these chances&lt;br /&gt;Place them in a box until a quieter time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights down, you up and die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in every direction&lt;br /&gt;No words exchanged,&lt;br /&gt;No time to exchange when...&lt;br /&gt;All the little ants are marching&lt;br /&gt;Red and black antennae waving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all do it the same&lt;br /&gt;They all do it the same way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights down, you up and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dave Matthews, Ants Marching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112552726381207038?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112552726381207038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112552726381207038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112552726381207038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112552726381207038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/09/lights-down-you-up-and-die.html' title='Lights down, you up and die'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112547225810644441</id><published>2005-08-31T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T15:10:58.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crab &amp; Nemo</title><content type='html'>I want crab and nemo... with cucumber. i.e. Kani Salad.  hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112547225810644441?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112547225810644441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112547225810644441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112547225810644441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112547225810644441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/08/crab-nemo.html' title='Crab &amp; Nemo'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112546369993115026</id><published>2005-08-31T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T12:48:19.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AIMs</title><content type='html'>KLW (12:42:55 PM): well, he will always break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;K e Y S i K i P (12:43:08 PM): and you will still love him despite and because of that.&lt;br /&gt;K e Y S i K i P (12:43:13 PM): what a lucky, lucky boy.&lt;br /&gt;KLW(12:43:43 PM): :-(&lt;br /&gt;KLW(12:43:45 PM): horrible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112546369993115026?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112546369993115026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112546369993115026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112546369993115026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112546369993115026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/08/aims.html' title='AIMs'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112542014564483440</id><published>2005-08-31T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T00:44:35.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you cannot lose</title><content type='html'>When there are risks and challenges in every direction, where do you get the courage to move forward? That courage depends largely on the things you value most in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you place the most value on fleeting, shallow superficial things, you're constantly at risk of losing it all. Those things can quickly disappear. Money and material possessions are indeed very useful, and can bring a certain richness to life. Yet if you allow the value of your life to be defined by them, you're building on shaky ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if you value most those things you cannot lose, you'll have the courage necessary to assume the risks and to take on the difficult challenges. Your faith, your sincere love for others, your integrity, your purpose, your desire to make a difference, all have the power to survive whatever difficulties you may face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever happens, there are some things that can never be taken from you, some things you cannot lose. When those things matter most to you, it can give you the confidence to attempt just about anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112542014564483440?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112542014564483440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112542014564483440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112542014564483440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112542014564483440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-you-cannot-lose.html' title='What you cannot lose'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112537539656556786</id><published>2005-08-30T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T12:16:36.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HA!</title><content type='html'>It's true what they say - when it rains, it pours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I blame myself for asking for it -  &lt;em&gt;"Let the rain fall, I don't care!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raining issues here, man!  But hell, I don't care still.  Bring.it.on. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack up time soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112537539656556786?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112537539656556786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112537539656556786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112537539656556786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112537539656556786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/08/ha.html' title='HA!'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112532555665178880</id><published>2005-08-29T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T22:25:56.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the rain fall, I don't care</title><content type='html'>I arrived at my apartment at 8AM Monday – a record because I usually arrive from night shift in the noon.  My roommates were all asleep and obviously had inuman sessions the night before because I saw cake, wine, jenga, scattergories on our table and more of those on the floor.  Nice way to start the week!  I miss them!  Anyhoo, I changed and lied down and for a while feared for my life because my thumb was twitching – I need to give my body a break.  It doesn’t follow a clock anymore and has not been receiving rest for months now.  Tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 hours later (with several phone calls in the middle), I woke up to the sound of my alarm.  I sat down, grabbed a magazine and connected the iPod to some speakers lying around.  I must have been gone in the apartment for a long time coz I do not recognize those speakers.  Later on I found out they are Mykie’s (Tippi’s friend).  She had a party last Friday which I missed – not entirely because she asked me to drink one glass of Mai Tai before leaving for work.  She asked me to skip work and just drink and entertain her friends which included 7 Spaniards who are vacationing in Manila.  I turned it down because I am a loser.  Poo hoo!  According to her, the party went well – that is, everyone was dead drunk.  There were a lot of guys and just 5 girls.  A real sausage fest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo – zoom back to today.  I left the apartment at 8PM after having a quick chat with Nams and Dan.  Nams is leaving the company after 5 years to study.  I left before we could talk about what we really want in terms of career – just a long topic to discuss and yeah a lot of discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually walk going to the office except when I am running late.  I enjoy walking while listening to music.  Tonight, however, I was enjoying the walk without music – I left my earphones at Epay’s.  I dropped by Starbucks to get my very tall extra hot caramel macchiato.  I realized I haven’t eaten anything since my McDo meal the night before so I decided to grab some Thai food along the way - take-out of course.  Spicy Thai food plus hot coffee don’t sound good together but what the hell.  While waiting for my food, I thought – I want to stop taking out food and hurrying to go to office.  I want to come back to having more dinner out with friends – with real people and not spend dinner with my computer.  Actually it’s not the dinner itself but the conversations, laughter that come with eating with somebody (or a group of people).  I promise to do that this week even if I am on night shift.  With who?  Now that’s another question haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I will end with lines from that song –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't have the strength to fight&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you seemed so right&lt;br /&gt;Me and you&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Love burns brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours and suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112532555665178880?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112532555665178880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112532555665178880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112532555665178880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112532555665178880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/08/let-rain-fall-i-dont-care.html' title='Let the rain fall, I don&apos;t care'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112526671127307864</id><published>2005-08-29T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T06:07:41.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 cups of coffee after...</title><content type='html'>I think I am gonna change that description of mine by striking out SOON TO BE from soon-to-be insomniac. Since Friday, I have had 7 hours of sleep only. And I am not sleepy now. Tragic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read from somewhere -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He who has achieved success has worked well, laughed often and loved much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, one of those is enough. One of those will bring me to the other two (not that I don't laugh OFTEN enough! haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to love that much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112526671127307864?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112526671127307864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112526671127307864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112526671127307864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112526671127307864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/08/2-cups-of-coffee-after.html' title='2 cups of coffee after...'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112525780402619288</id><published>2005-08-29T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T06:13:56.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of B-A-N-A-N-A-S and Spray Paints</title><content type='html'>I went to Ice's party last Saturday night after watching The Longest Yard with the Abnoys. Great movie, by the way. Needless to say, I missed partying, drinking, and hanging out with my friends. I realized how much I have missed the abnoys! And the wacky parties we always have. : ) I have cut down partying because of work. Night shift, long hours, overtime..the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I have a very vague memory of what happened during the party. Haha. Well, now that I remember, it's not too vague after all. I won't go into details of course - but there was a lot of drinking, yosi-ing, horsing around! : ) Song of the night was Gwen Stefani's Hollaback girl - B-A-N-A-N-A-S.  I couldn't get it right at first - I think I was spelling BANANANAS or something.  It was fun...good beer, good music and even better company.  What more can a workaholic-who-has-missed-most-of-the-late-night-barkada-gimmicks-the-past-months ask for!? I missed going home when the sun is up already. I got home at 730AM after breakfast - Teng was already preparing to leave for work (on a Sunday!). I didn't have to tell her I was drunk because I guess I looked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 1PM - totally hung over. I am not usually the type who'd have a bad hang over - especially when drinking mostly beer. So I just waited for it to die in like 30 minutes. And it did! I was up and about at 2PM. I met up with Beege whom I was accompanying - to buy stuff for her new condo unit. She said I could spray paint her window so I was excited! She hesitated when she saw me excited (I can paint you know...how hard can it be?!). Because we haven't eaten (and I was coming from a hangover), we were starving so we ate. Jap food is always comfort food - not that we need comforting hehe. At 430pm we were on our way to her "crib" - where no shoes are allowed past the 3rd row of tiles. 5 hours, 1 spray paint can, 1 bottle of thinner, 1 unused can of paint, 2 double locks, 30 minutes nap time LATER, we were done! 'Course we didn't make it to mass. Bad. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now (3AM Monday) I am at work...not working. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there goes my signal - back to, ahem, fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112525780402619288?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112525780402619288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112525780402619288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112525780402619288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112525780402619288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-b-n-n-s-and-spray-paints.html' title='Of B-A-N-A-N-A-S and Spray Paints'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112525672930575082</id><published>2005-08-29T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T05:35:44.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Time 5's</title><content type='html'>I just rewatched High Fidelity and for those who have seen it (and I highly encourage you to watch it), you know there are a lot of 'top 5 things' stuff there. So here's some of my lists of 5's - in order, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top 5 songs in my playlist&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (now playing) - tough one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever After&lt;/strong&gt; - Bonnie Bailey (from Hed Kendi Beach House 04.04&lt;em&gt;..there ain't no current in this river we can't ride)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brighter than Sunshine&lt;/strong&gt; - Aqualung (Ten just gave this to me - sweet song. I didn't like it right away but it is now growing on me.)  Very nice song.  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You and Me&lt;/strong&gt; - Lifehouse (from their new album. I love this band and their songs - spiritual. I love No Name Face album)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shh&lt;/strong&gt; - Frou Frou (the reason I like Electronica)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take Me Out of The Dark &lt;/strong&gt;- Gary V. No kidding. Always playing when I am at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top 5 TV shows ever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six Feet Under&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CSI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will &amp;amp; Grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Practice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top 5 movies ever - tough too.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sixth Sense&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two Weeks Notice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Breakfast Club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Actually&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top 5 Music Artists&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah McLachlan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dave Matthews Band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frou Frou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vertical Horizon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112525672930575082?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112525672930575082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112525672930575082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112525672930575082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112525672930575082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-time-5s.html' title='All Time 5&apos;s'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15827353.post-112525408479036157</id><published>2005-08-29T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T04:00:27.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been planning to create a blog for as long as I can remember! However 2 things prevented me. One - work. 'Nuff said! : ) Two - somehow related to work.. I was afraid I'd get addicted to blogging and, therefore, won't be able to concentrate on One. How geeky? I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created my blog last Friday - August 26. I spent some time thinking of a blog title, etc. I could not think of any so I just tried drawing inspiration from the songs I was listening to then. The choices were from two of my fave artists: Dave Matthews and Sarah McLachlan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Dave Matthews: Under the Table and Dreaming?(an album title actually. and a line from Ants Marching), I wanted to stay, I wanted to play, I wanted to love you? (from #41. but it's just too long and besides, I am using it in my buddy icon)..certainly not from Lover Lay Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Sarah McLachlan: I love this artist - really amazing.. her songs..lyrics.. and her voice. WOW. Anyhoo, I was listening to Vox..nah. and then Fear..nah. and then Path of Thorns - Terms of Endearment..didn't quite get me at that time. And then I listened to Elsewhere. I love this song (among a thousand others from her). I don't know why I chose it but I just felt it I guess. I love the lyrics, the melody, and how intense SM is singing it, as always. So hence, the birth of a blog title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the blog site itself - mymirrorball - is just an allusion to one of my fave SM albums - Mirrorball - which is a live recording of past albums - Fumbling Towards Ecstasy (couldve been my title!..one of her best ever. probably the best), Solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is. Let this begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;from&gt;[from elsewhere]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is heaven to no one else but me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I’ll defend it long as&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can be left here to linger in silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I choose to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you try to understand it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would like to linger here in silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I choose to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you understand it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you try to understand...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15827353-112525408479036157?l=mymirrorball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/feeds/112525408479036157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15827353&amp;postID=112525408479036157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112525408479036157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15827353/posts/default/112525408479036157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymirrorball.blogspot.com/2005/08/prologue.html' title='Prologue'/><author><name>keysikip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038586973159182450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
