<?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-7055392528364682714</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:55:29.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gateway's Eyes</title><subtitle type='html'>Enter the Gates. Use my Eyes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Basol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493566175826748030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHIQBpWS4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o--n7i-q4X4/S220/n1378566022_30019446_3266.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392528364682714.post-7961778328628852106</id><published>2008-09-16T07:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:32:34.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence in Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will not tell the story in detail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My mother past away on August 16' 2008 same day as my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love her so much. Me and the rest of the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I never notice how good she was too people until her wake and funeral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mom lived a happy decent life and she will remembered forever in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Heaven holds a sense of wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And I wanted to... believe that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I'd get caught up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; When the rage in me subsides"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I love you Mama, hanggang sa muli nating pagkikita"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I never knew I could hurt like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And everyday life goes on like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"I wish I could talk to you for awhile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"I wish I could find a way try not to cry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;As time goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And soon as you reach a better place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Still I'll give the whole world to see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And I'm bragging right next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It feels like you gone too soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The hardest thing to do is say bye bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7055392528364682714-7961778328628852106?l=gatewayeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7961778328628852106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392528364682714&amp;postID=7961778328628852106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/7961778328628852106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/7961778328628852106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-will-not-tell-story-in-detail.html' title='Silence in Goodbye'/><author><name>Basol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493566175826748030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHIQBpWS4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o--n7i-q4X4/S220/n1378566022_30019446_3266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392528364682714.post-2324613838201165282</id><published>2008-08-13T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:31:07.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrifice makes Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SKHIwzISk9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/aRTNC6bbKfs/s1600-h/VA+-+Godskitchen+Electric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SKHIwzISk9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/aRTNC6bbKfs/s320/VA+-+Godskitchen+Electric.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233684982665483218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I thought I would never make it on my own birthday. A week before Godskitchen, I got a call from my Tita who was a total bitch over the phone. She was a bitch, but at least she relayed to me the problem that was going on in the hospital since I was exiled for almost 3 days.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was money problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mother as you know has  brain tumor and she needs all her vital sign to be up and running for the operation to take place. That week, she had a bad case of lung problem that has a medication of 3000 pesos a day. We don't have that money anymore for all my incentives went to her first trial operation that failed. The moment I knew of this, I went to the hospital to check on her. I talk to my dad and reconciled with him. I told him that I have my last money in my ATM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That money is for my Birthday celebration on 08.08.08.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Godskitchen Worldwide Tour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At first I was sad; giving up the money and not go to Godskitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it was the right choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I did the right choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that Sunday night. I started to worry and got sad. I did a little thinking and see if I could do something about it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And luckily, I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I traded my 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; phone for a lower model and got some cash out of it. One of my friends from Hong kong treated me for the entrance. My date treated me for dinner and my friend paid for some money that he borrowed 2 weeks ago.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was one hell of a celebration. Almost all of my friends were the plus I gained new friends also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See you again next Godskitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392528364682714-2324613838201165282?l=gatewayeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2324613838201165282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392528364682714&amp;postID=2324613838201165282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/2324613838201165282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/2324613838201165282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/sacrifice-makes-perfect.html' title='Sacrifice makes Perfect'/><author><name>Basol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493566175826748030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHIQBpWS4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o--n7i-q4X4/S220/n1378566022_30019446_3266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SKHIwzISk9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/aRTNC6bbKfs/s72-c/VA+-+Godskitchen+Electric.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392528364682714.post-6080054788390715257</id><published>2008-07-23T21:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:36:53.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debugging Matrix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to my mother after the operation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the operation be successful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about our finances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to me as I live this life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there more to this life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will there be love soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be alone forever as I grow old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will my friends be an instrument for me to be a successful and mature person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is versatility the key?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Rhoger find his way to success? Or he already did he just don’t know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Dj and I solve our unspoken conflict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Riow know what he really wants in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will JM find his way to love and balance everything with his work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to me and my best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! Too many question but the answer are so few... sigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One last question…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's your head at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392528364682714-6080054788390715257?l=gatewayeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6080054788390715257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392528364682714&amp;postID=6080054788390715257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/6080054788390715257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/6080054788390715257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/debugging-matrix.html' title='Debugging Matrix'/><author><name>Basol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493566175826748030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHIQBpWS4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o--n7i-q4X4/S220/n1378566022_30019446_3266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392528364682714.post-7286930950718298883</id><published>2008-07-23T20:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:20:34.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cutscene of Kratos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SIco1edDXmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aS9LZBQaLWc/s1600-h/magdelanInExctasy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226190791759847010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SIco1edDXmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aS9LZBQaLWc/s320/magdelanInExctasy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I was on leave. It’s my father’s birthday last Thursday and I plan to treat him to a fancy restaurant. After going to the hospital, me and my dad went to Teriyaki Boy to have a soulful dinner. Before dinner I told him that &lt;em&gt;“Dad, it’s your celebration hour today, let’s talk about happy stuffs okay?” &lt;/em&gt;Well at first he’s following what I told him but after sometime he just blurted out while eating “I wish your mom was hear with us, not lying in a hospital bed”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied to him &lt;em&gt;“Papa we have to be strong for her”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s actually half meant when I said &lt;em&gt;“Papa we have to be strong for her”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not strong; I’m weak and out of bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner I went to my friend’s office to meet him up for dinner. I already took dinner so I just tagged along. While walking we bumped to another friend of ours. Anyway the two of them had coffee and CBTL while I was puffing my cigar and half listening to the endless guys stories of my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the coffee dinner, the friend that we bumped into went back to his office while my friend and I went to my place and chill out for a few hours before going to the club. I message my best friend where he is; surprisingly he’s already in the building going up our room. Around 12am to 1 we prepared and went to the Club to party and meet our other friends. Some of us drink and dance the night away, most of us bought a ticket to heaven and fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a ticket to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Red Gas Pump&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6 am we decided to go home and bought a connecting flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 3:20 in the afternoon I woke up and went to the hospital to check my mother. From my place it takes 3 rides before you get to the hospital. A jeepney, a bus and another jeepney ride. When I was in the bus I check out the weather and it was perfectly fine, after a few minutes it rained so hard. I don’t have anything with me to protect me from the rain. When I got out of the jeepney I ran towards the hospital all drenched up. I check my phone and my Ipod if it’s wet, well it is but not broken. Seeing my mother the second time for the week makes me wonder how strong my mother is. Imagine this, she has brain tumor and her need two operations plus the fact that she is in a ward with a lot of people who has the same problem worse than she has. It has been 3 weeks and she never cried even once. I’m proud of my mother and I hope she can get over this problem after the operation is finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours of staying with my mom, I passed out in her bed, again. So &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SIco82CAYsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LDOw8mZbfmk/s1600-h/godofwar2kratos2560widezt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226190918347940546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" height="272" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SIco82CAYsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LDOw8mZbfmk/s320/godofwar2kratos2560widezt2.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke up late and went home. Since I haven’t eaten for more than 24 hours I grabbed a huge dinner at a near diner with my dad. For less than 40 minutes I have been sitting twice already in comfort room. I think my stomach problem is back. It’s not LBM but it’s like LBM. Feeling so bad because of the rain and LBM I rested in my bed with my other 2 friends, soon to WED on August 08 2008. 08.08.08. I charge my phone in the kitchen for an hour or so. When I checked my phone there was a lot of messages by my friend who is looking for us and asking us to go to the Club that we went the other night. My 2 friend decided to go but I didn’t for I was tired and there is an underlying story behind the text messaging incident. As I stayed in the house I played for a couple of hours my favorite game in Play station 2: God of War (I already finish the Chains of Olympus and the one in Play station Portable), after that I took a look sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a relaxing day; I woke up around 2 in the afternoon and then went to my mother’s hospital to check her up. After few hours I went back to the dirty city and grab dinner at Seattle’s best and of course a large Frapucinno to go because I’m going to watch “The dark knight” As I walked through the isle of the cinema I found my seat. And as I sat at it I was shocked for my ex-boyfriend from Alabang is just beside my seat. I made sure that I wouldn’t look shocked. I know that he noticed me too and he was giggling. The movie was great but the feeling that your ex is just beside you and you guys are not talking but glancing every now and then is the best. Towards the end of the movie he made a moved. Of course I made the move too. We rub into each others elbows then finger tips and at the end he held hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“HAHAHAHAHA”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never talked even after the movie. I walked towards the exit because I know there is no after movie humping for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“HAHAHAHAHA”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days of no work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Was it relaxing?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Was it memorable?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Was it worth it?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was well worth the leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392528364682714-7286930950718298883?l=gatewayeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7286930950718298883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392528364682714&amp;postID=7286930950718298883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/7286930950718298883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/7286930950718298883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/oracle-of-good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The Cutscene of Kratos'/><author><name>Basol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493566175826748030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHIQBpWS4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o--n7i-q4X4/S220/n1378566022_30019446_3266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SIco1edDXmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aS9LZBQaLWc/s72-c/magdelanInExctasy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392528364682714.post-220986959771564661</id><published>2008-07-17T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:00:13.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalice of Goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SH9CH2LIeQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Bxbhegx9RzY/s1600-h/chalice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223966795341789442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SH9CH2LIeQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Bxbhegx9RzY/s320/chalice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s my father’s birthday today. Happy birthday daddy! Don’t ask me his age because I actually don’t know. All I know is I’m very lucky to have him in my life. If I could say, he’s the perfect father for me and for my best friend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, my dad and I were not that close. I can still remember that I was always with my grandmother and other relatives. I can’t remember anymore how we became close. Probably it’s the daughter and dad theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We became closer when I told him my problem with my ex-boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He already knows that I’m gay even before it’s just that he’s waiting for me to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember that exact moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t help but smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dad, I love you so much and no matter what I will be always by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We can do this”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392528364682714-220986959771564661?l=gatewayeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/220986959771564661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392528364682714&amp;postID=220986959771564661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/220986959771564661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/220986959771564661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/chalice-of-goodness.html' title='Chalice of Goodness'/><author><name>Basol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493566175826748030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHIQBpWS4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o--n7i-q4X4/S220/n1378566022_30019446_3266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SH9CH2LIeQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Bxbhegx9RzY/s72-c/chalice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392528364682714.post-3339701832543496705</id><published>2008-07-16T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:38:51.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejuvinating Potion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SH4a8N8_2_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/RBx6DkreaQU/s1600-h/Mana-Potion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223642239636331506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SH4a8N8_2_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/RBx6DkreaQU/s320/Mana-Potion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been 2 weeks since I stopped visiting the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who take the pill, you know what I’m talking about. To those who don’t know anything about it… stay that way. I will be a hypocrite if Ill be saying that I’m going to stop taking the pill. I just simply miss the bonding and the joy the drug brings. Like they say in the commercial “Once you pop, you can’t stop”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course with all the things that I have to fix plus the family problems that I have, I need to balance it out. Still take the drug but not as much as before. After all, I already had my peak of the drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I did already! So stop reacting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I’m just having fun with good old beers with grenadine and hopping to bars with different friends to see other people and see their insights in life. It’s’ surprising that dumb people aren’t’ that dumb when it comes to the realities of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We begin to question ourselves sometimes when were out with other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What am I doing here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why am I with these people?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What the fuck?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on trust me, but maybe I’m with different types of people for a reason. Not just to have fun, but also to see the good in my life. How precious my life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s complicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that what makes the world go round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a pill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a drug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392528364682714-3339701832543496705?l=gatewayeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3339701832543496705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392528364682714&amp;postID=3339701832543496705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/3339701832543496705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/3339701832543496705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/pop-potion.html' title='Rejuvinating Potion'/><author><name>Basol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493566175826748030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHIQBpWS4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o--n7i-q4X4/S220/n1378566022_30019446_3266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SH4a8N8_2_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/RBx6DkreaQU/s72-c/Mana-Potion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392528364682714.post-2570598841927208506</id><published>2008-07-16T21:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:29:14.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balancing Pandora's Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SH3_roK4d2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/HxKBp5d69N0/s1600-h/19-PandoraBox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223612267802163042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SH3_roK4d2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/HxKBp5d69N0/s400/19-PandoraBox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week my mom had a seizure.&lt;br /&gt;It was her first time to have a seizure. Unfortunately, I’m not there so was my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was the end, and we were never there for the big battle that we are preparing for the longest time. It’s a good thing though that the friends that we made in the hospital were there and my grandmother was there to be of assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relieved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my supervisor to ask if I can go on a half day. He said yes. He knows what’s been happening to me these past few days regarding my family and my mother’s illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6:30 in the evening I took a bath and clothe myself because I should be in the office before 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got in the office a few seconds past 8pm. I took calls but honestly my mind wasn’t in my workload that I’m doing. I just followed the call flow but my heart wasn’t in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was with my mother together with my mind and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this day I went home and the same routine Tuesday. My mind was out of work as if it has traveled the galaxy to search for the answers in life. At the end of my shift my supervisor called for my attention and talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“How are you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My answer was null and void, though my eyes tell sadness and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I totally understand what’s happening now with your life. And I’m giving you all the extra time because I know how hard it is. I check your scores and its drifting apart. You need to focus because I know and you know that you need this job for you and for your family.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[It’s the cliff notes version]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I realize that all those things that my supervisor told to me were true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes. I have a problem with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I need to sort things out in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a job that I have to keep for me to do things that I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality bites in life and a lot of biting is happening right now. It’s a lot harder if your family is involved. Emotions run through every single day. It’s hard to smile these days. Imagine you and your friends are joking around randomly and you just need to smile for the reason being that you need too because it was a funny moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&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/7055392528364682714-2570598841927208506?l=gatewayeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2570598841927208506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392528364682714&amp;postID=2570598841927208506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/2570598841927208506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/2570598841927208506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/balancing-pandora-box.html' title='Balancing Pandora&apos;s Box'/><author><name>Basol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493566175826748030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHIQBpWS4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o--n7i-q4X4/S220/n1378566022_30019446_3266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SH3_roK4d2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/HxKBp5d69N0/s72-c/19-PandoraBox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392528364682714.post-4765982487503316301</id><published>2008-07-10T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:33:03.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple of Fates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHYO5R-CHaI/AAAAAAAAADg/KwC5A596Dr0/s1600-h/ch18-ken_kelly_temple_of_fate_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221377195221589410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHYO5R-CHaI/AAAAAAAAADg/KwC5A596Dr0/s400/ch18-ken_kelly_temple_of_fate_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s done. It happened yesterday and it ended around 6 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know me and my friend also my roommate had a big fight last Sunday that ended with punching and kicking. For 3 days we did not talk to each other and he on the other hand did not go home for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he message me on the phone and ask if we could talk after my work about something serious. I said it’s not a problem since I’ve been waiting for the moment that we will sit and talk about our problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I finish my work in the office waiting for 12midnight to tick I visited his site and I saw a new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the post that made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disconnection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you got disconnected from the Internet and tried to reconnect, it will give you a different IP address. There is a small chance of getting the same IP address again since it’s a dynamic one. Your computer is able to cope with the network changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disconnection means new life… new path… new network place to deal with. But sometimes, you don’t want to be disconnected just for a moment because you’re enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My connection is getting weak now, and it might get disconnected anytime soon. Should I give in to its weakness, or try to tech and repair it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading his post a lot of things lingered in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is he talking about our friendship?&lt;br /&gt;Is he leaving our place?&lt;br /&gt;Does he disown me as his friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somebody shouted &lt;em&gt;“logout!!!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I fix my things and went down the building, mingle with some friend while puffing my stick. After the short social gathering I went to Starbucks and grab a cup of coffee for I know this will be a long talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tall Mocha Hot was my weapon through the night and a pack of cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I enter our condo, the feeling was deep and dark at the same time. I change to my usual house clothes while he was browsing the internet using his phone connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shall we start?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long conversation began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell anymore the bits and pieces of what we talk about for its private but here our some points that I have learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reassurance of friendship is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compromise also works with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solace and Privacy plays a vital role in sorting out your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends for 12 years: the word roommate and friends are molded into one automatically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prevention is better than cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admitting your mistake holds fountains of solution in friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing what you are and what your worth is a necessity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no other place like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We both realize that we are both running. He’s running to me to understand me more and I am running towards my life because I’m searching for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things change drastically when my mom worsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I believe he understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ask me as we ended the conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Are we still friends?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Like what said in my previous write-up, 12 years of friendship would not be ruined by a heavy misunderstanding and a heavy problem. All we need is a little space, a little understanding and a pack of cigarette”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of what happened, I know for a fact that some things will change but I know for sure it’s for the best of both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392528364682714-4765982487503316301?l=gatewayeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4765982487503316301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392528364682714&amp;postID=4765982487503316301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/4765982487503316301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/4765982487503316301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/temple-of-fates.html' title='Temple of Fates'/><author><name>Basol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493566175826748030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHIQBpWS4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o--n7i-q4X4/S220/n1378566022_30019446_3266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHYO5R-CHaI/AAAAAAAAADg/KwC5A596Dr0/s72-c/ch18-ken_kelly_temple_of_fate_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392528364682714.post-6099908068524862777</id><published>2008-07-09T23:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:50:08.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portal to the Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHTcmJ3dbRI/AAAAAAAAADY/DhtqpfQKrHg/s1600-h/GODKITCHEN_SHIRT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221040416070921490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHTcmJ3dbRI/AAAAAAAAADY/DhtqpfQKrHg/s400/GODKITCHEN_SHIRT.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/7055392528364682714-6099908068524862777?l=gatewayeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6099908068524862777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392528364682714&amp;postID=6099908068524862777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/6099908068524862777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/6099908068524862777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/savepoints-armor.html' title='Portal to the Stars'/><author><name>Basol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493566175826748030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHIQBpWS4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o--n7i-q4X4/S220/n1378566022_30019446_3266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHTcmJ3dbRI/AAAAAAAAADY/DhtqpfQKrHg/s72-c/GODKITCHEN_SHIRT.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392528364682714.post-3216605610236823753</id><published>2008-07-09T20:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:30:43.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maze of Hades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHS62-0stOI/AAAAAAAAACw/Shiz1Cc2kt8/s1600-h/HADES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221003321768981730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHS62-0stOI/AAAAAAAAACw/Shiz1Cc2kt8/s320/HADES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you make a decision in life, you can’t help but think twice if it’s right or wrong. A simple decision like choosing a candy in the street side would matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because where all connected in some way that we can’t explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, more often than not I can’t keep up with my decision. I’m having problems coping to it and the end result is another decision that I have to take. Life measures you on how you decide in life. Maturity is the key on how you choose the right answers and the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But wait, there’s more…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think that you have chosen the right decision in life then why is it more often than not, something goes wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what…again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we can never sway the ways of life for the reason being that here in our world life is all about change. Change for the good. Change for the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“But we have a choice. We always have a choice in life.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever get the feeling that you’re questioning your own decision because of the people who’s around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peer pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It’s what you call peer pressure. But then again like I’ve said before &lt;em&gt;“you have a choice”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me before a nice simple statement &lt;em&gt;“Blame the addict not the pusher”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it’s like this, we decide for our own reasons. Those reasons might be good for you but be bad for others. We decide for what we want to have is a life different from others. Taking each day a risk is the soul purpose of this life. No matter how obsessive compulsive you are it’s still a risk because there is a decision at stake. It’s a big battle ahead of us. The world is at chaos and so we fight for what we believe in not whoever tells us what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392528364682714-3216605610236823753?l=gatewayeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3216605610236823753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392528364682714&amp;postID=3216605610236823753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/3216605610236823753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/3216605610236823753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/maze-of-hades.html' title='Maze of Hades'/><author><name>Basol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493566175826748030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHIQBpWS4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o--n7i-q4X4/S220/n1378566022_30019446_3266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHS62-0stOI/AAAAAAAAACw/Shiz1Cc2kt8/s72-c/HADES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392528364682714.post-4272229314323674255</id><published>2008-07-09T03:30:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:14:29.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflict of the God's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHPDrFXakmI/AAAAAAAAACY/V26xA6_-DfA/s1600-h/78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220731537994715746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHPDrFXakmI/AAAAAAAAACY/V26xA6_-DfA/s200/78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12 years, and I can still remember the memories that I had with my friend. Where not actually close before. We studied at the same school. He’s a soldier of God while I was joining different organizations. We just had a connection one day and till now were friends.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are we still friends?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I guess we still are. See, friendship that has a 2 year resume of good and bad times can’t be destroyed with a heavy misunderstanding.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was a heavy misunderstanding but still I know were friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our conflict all started when we define the classic word “best friend”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For him, a best friend would be the person that you would tell everything. He will be like your diary. He knows what’s happening in your life and what’s going to happen. If there is a problem he would be the first one to know about it and be the best adviser.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That’s him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For me, a best friend would be the one who will understand what you’re going through. He feels you. He doesn’t actually have to know the details or be the first one to know but with just one look, he already knows. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That’s our conflict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;See, I don’t really tell my “best friend” what’s happening in my life. If I have problems I would choose the person that I would l like to open my problem with. After getting the advice that I need, then I would tell him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You think I’m probably loosing my mind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;Well no. Its’ not like that. It’s actually complicated. It’s more of a choice than following the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHPIcE4zGTI/AAAAAAAAACg/23YcwYEm-lM/s1600-h/simg_t_t10749315l10749315jpg110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220736777726400818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHPIcE4zGTI/AAAAAAAAACg/23YcwYEm-lM/s200/simg_t_t10749315l10749315jpg110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt; norms of Mr. Webster.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had two major fights. One I have to get out of our place and rented a studio type hotel along Makati Avenue so that I can sleep for the night. Two, would be the very recent incident that he doesn’t know where I am going everyday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He has a point actually. Of course, when I’m found dead along the dirty streets of Manila naked, he would be the first one who would be questioned by the police for he is also my roommate and everybody knows that where close.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My point, I have explained to him what I am going through. I need space. I need other people to talk too. I’m not saying that he wouldn’t understand though he does not get the point that I have to be alone for awhile for me to sort my life out. Explore things on my own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Saturday, was our major fight. We literally made our place a fighting ring. Punch here and kick there. It was chaos. I was angry and so does he.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;I don’t have the energy anymore so I cried and told him again what I’m going through.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Things didn’t work out and our friendship is still hanging by the moment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He’s already 3 days out of reach, though I know he’s fine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why do I know he’s fine?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My friend is an intelligent person and he wouldn’t do anything stupid.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Life can be lonely when he is not around. But I can’t battle our conflict for now because I have a lot of things to fix in my life and family. For sure we’ll be united again as friends soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Friends are God's way of taking care of us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392528364682714-4272229314323674255?l=gatewayeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4272229314323674255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392528364682714&amp;postID=4272229314323674255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/4272229314323674255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/4272229314323674255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/weapons-amulet.html' title='Conflict of the God&apos;s'/><author><name>Basol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493566175826748030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHIQBpWS4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o--n7i-q4X4/S220/n1378566022_30019446_3266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHPDrFXakmI/AAAAAAAAACY/V26xA6_-DfA/s72-c/78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392528364682714.post-1375600404858986028</id><published>2008-07-08T20:20:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:42:20.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voice of Hera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Sunday, I went to the hospital, to check on my mom. I stayed their from 5-8pm. I make sure that everything will be fine even though our chances are down. She ate her food for the evening. I want to buy her food from the mall but my mom was diagnosed diabetic and she has to heal that disease before she gets operated for brain tumor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad talk to me in private after a few minutes updating what's gonna happen. He then told me the bad news. The tumor is big and there will be a lot of blood lost after the operation. The doctor told my dad that we need to have 2 operations. One was to stop the blood feeding the tumor and the other one is to remove the tumor on her frontal lobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope pack his bags and went to Paris for a long vacation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating her dinner I sat beside her (she's beside her bed) and smiled. I know she wouldn't see my smile but i hope she feels it. Half of my body was tend to the hospital bed. Lingering. Thinking in the vagueness of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, my mom hug tight and she didn't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears silently fell from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i said to her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mama, laban lang ha"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She answered back in a whisper and hugged me more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I love you anak"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartfelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since she said that line. Tears feel from my eyes. Its a mixture of joy, hope and fear from my mom telling me that I have to be strong and whatever happens I have to be strong for my dad as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear my Mom say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I love you anak"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; while hugging me tightly 5, 10 , 20 years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want our battle to end this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Goddess Hera (Hēra) - Goddess of marriage, women and childbirth."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392528364682714-1375600404858986028?l=gatewayeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1375600404858986028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392528364682714&amp;postID=1375600404858986028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/1375600404858986028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/1375600404858986028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/voice-of-hera.html' title='The Voice of Hera'/><author><name>Basol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493566175826748030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHIQBpWS4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o--n7i-q4X4/S220/n1378566022_30019446_3266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392528364682714.post-4159495639769209562</id><published>2008-07-08T04:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:20:49.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lair of Fear and Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHJ8onKzI4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/L5_2Fn3TTds/s1600-h/Pain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220371955226715010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHJ8onKzI4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/L5_2Fn3TTds/s200/Pain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; is turning around. Problems are beating up front and back like a baseball bat from a bully that you can never touch. I see sadness everywhere. Pain is like air that I breathe. Blood is the road that I walk to and grave is where I sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Mother is ill. L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ike I said in my first write up she has brain tumor in her frontal lobe. She’s at a hospital not close to decency. Though in war there is hope. If she’ not operated as soon a possible she’ll comatose. If she gets operated it’s a 50/50. Now I realize how every minute counts in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m struggling to the fact that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;can’t do much as expected as a son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is guilt and pain all mix up like tonic vodka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes there is guilt for my mother is laying in bed #9 and I’m out working from Mondays to Fridays and going only there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; from 4-7pm (visiting hours) then after visiting I go and figh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;t my fear of loosing her and losing myself in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to admit that because of fear I dwell on class forbidden happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Drugs and Beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes combined, given the chance that I have enough money for both. For a few hours I’m happy. I’m higher than the angels from above. But after a few hours I drown to pain and sadness. In short, reality bites after you have sex with Satan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now I’m trying to sort out a lot of stuffs in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2 weeks ago we parted till the wee hours of Sunday afternoon. I was lying in bed thinking, but at the same time faking my smiles as I know what I am doing is wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don’t get me wrong. I love doing things that I do. But there are limitations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I look around me and I saw my closest friends. But then, I realize I don’t see myself anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I left our condo and went straight to the hospital. I was faking myself and acting strong as if I’m one of Greek God’s that can conquer any fear. After a few hours of staying there I went to the nearest mall possible. I had dinner, coffee and movie alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How come when I say that word, it’s like a rusty tube inside my ass. As if when I say it its like Satan has big party down there for my loneliness and emptiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I texted several people so that I wouldn’t feel alone and empty. A friend of mine called and ask me where am I and who am I with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dead silence like the old graves of the Gothic days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly I snap out and told what I am going through right now. The person on other line told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;“We all go through the stage that we question ourselves our purpose in life, we have our own styles in knowing what it is and who we are. In my case I wrote down things that I’m grateful for. I wrote down my short and long term goals. Last but not the least I wrote down my priorities in life”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just realized that I don’t have any of those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHJ6a7DqYFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rm9U--6OTiw/s1600-h/demon.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220369521024065618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHJ6a7DqYFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rm9U--6OTiw/s200/demon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After I put down the phone I went up and watch the movie WANTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;WANTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to be wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to the spa after, then to a friends place to release.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, to release… (“,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I went home after suddenly feel emptiness and sadness again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just established that both of them are now my soap and perfume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m starting this new leaf. It might be weird for those who can’t relate but like what I’ve told you from the start….&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;”Understanding is a second priority”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to get my life back or at least fine who I am and what I can to in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A week after it was a long week end. Thursday I’m with my office mates. We went to a karaoke bar and drank hard. Friday I met up with a close friend of mine. We had coffee and drank a bottle of beer. I told my story and surprisingly he understood what I am trying to do. Same goes last Saturday with a different friend of mine as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Same venue and advice was given to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;“Sometimes you have to go out and do other stuffs or do the same stuffs that you do but with a different crowd. Because sometimes you get to know their own insights and help you in the process”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need space for myself, Friends that would help me get through and a family that will make me alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I could go on and on but like what I’ve said awhile back reality bites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To be honest, I don’t have the answers right now. But a friend told me to write it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am writing now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m trying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but I'm afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392528364682714-4159495639769209562?l=gatewayeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4159495639769209562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392528364682714&amp;postID=4159495639769209562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/4159495639769209562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/4159495639769209562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/slair-of-fear-and-pain.html' title='The Lair of Fear and Pain'/><author><name>Basol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493566175826748030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHIQBpWS4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o--n7i-q4X4/S220/n1378566022_30019446_3266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHJ8onKzI4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/L5_2Fn3TTds/s72-c/Pain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392528364682714.post-6135419185200996516</id><published>2008-07-08T00:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:16:12.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looms of Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Each and everyone of us feels the need of something more. When the word &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"contentment"&lt;/span&gt; was released, I guess all of us where sleeping, shopping, having a cup of coffee, partying or drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is how life is created. See, if their is contentment probably there wouldn't buildings or hi-definition sound systems or hi-effective drugs that could make us high for 4-6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"contentment"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;may sway both ways good or bad. GV or BV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You have to decide and reflect when it's time to say &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"NO" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own share of not being contented in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... my friends know this but I like cellphones. I change my phones every 3 months. Okey? kidding! 2-3 weeks the max. Why? well I find satisfaction and esteem to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird? I know but hey its me. Its my satisfaction in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHJ-k3mlkQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/yW1v6LOa4dQ/s1600-h/gothic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you get caught with problems in life, you have to adjust. Things may not be fancy as before but you still get to eat 3-4 x a day plus a starbucks venti in exchange of the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"old satisfaction"&lt;/span&gt; that you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220572353134185986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHMy5TjJzgI/AAAAAAAAABI/LuR-b6Udy-8/s200/Icelandic_warp_weighted_loom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple satisfaction in life make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Its your choice to he happy. (Disc: I'll contradict this statement after a few blogs, trust me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me ask you this as I end this write-up...&lt;br /&gt;How will you be contented if there is change everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How will you be contented if you seek perfection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How will you be contented if your looking for simply something more out of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Contentment refers to the neuro-physiological experience of satisfaction and being at ease in one's situation" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/7055392528364682714-6135419185200996516?l=gatewayeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6135419185200996516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392528364682714&amp;postID=6135419185200996516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/6135419185200996516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/6135419185200996516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/tunnel-of-true-happiness.html' title='Looms of Satisfaction'/><author><name>Basol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493566175826748030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHIQBpWS4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o--n7i-q4X4/S220/n1378566022_30019446_3266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHMy5TjJzgI/AAAAAAAAABI/LuR-b6Udy-8/s72-c/Icelandic_warp_weighted_loom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392528364682714.post-1849569163896432159</id><published>2008-07-07T20:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:18:23.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue at the Gates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220304305030668514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHI_G2jLoOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/dcJTR4tIf84/s320/Portal_Gates_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A few years back, I can still remember how my life was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was simple, I'm living a happy life with my family and were having the best moments of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Malling on Saturday. Mass on Sunday. Shopping on Paydays. Booking when my parents are not at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things changed a few years back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Financial and Health problems started to occur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and my family lost a big lump sum of money because of a pyramiding scheme. I already told them not to go through with it before and assured them everything is fine with our monthly income but they still insist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And so... we lost that lump sum of money. we have to sell some properties and transfer from an A-list village going to B+ Vills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After recovering (60%) from our financial down fall. My Mother's health problem started. She has brain tumor on her frontal lobe. After the operation she didn't get her sight back. Well, technically she still have her sight but its a total Burr as she describes it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Due to the operation we have to sell our car and other stuffs to pay for the hospital expenses etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After getting the money from the House and the car my Dad talked to me in private regarding a decision that I have to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Would it be a car (but I have to drive back and forth from GMA, Cavite everyday ) or Condo to cover for my rent expense as I live alone for the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its luxury versus life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I chose life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So me and my parents part ways as planned. They'll be living in Cavite and I'll be in Makati &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the middle of this story, I'm with my longest boo. Ringo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A few months after I have adjusted living in the big polluted city me and boo decided to be together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A lot closer. Closer. Too close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our relationship lived for more than a year. We were happy. contented and stable. But I guess my story doesn't have a Cinderella ending. We broke up Holy Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Holy Thursday, I decided to go to Galera with my friends to think things over and of course.... Flirt and books!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately, no hot sex in sand for that week for I promise my "up and coming Bf from the office" not to flirt with other guys. (I declare myself stupid at this time.... Busilak ON)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This guy from the office was the complete opposite of my Ex-bf. He propose to me in surprise in Galera with my friends help. (Video can still be seen at basol16.multiply.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We broke up after 2 months. Its more of "sex" than "make love", more "friends" than the relationship"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Moving on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After my ex-bf left the condo. a friend of mine needs a place to stay. He's been my friend for 12 years and we know almost all the things that we have to know from each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything went smoothly when he transferred. Since I'm in the loom of loneliness and he has his own problems we enjoyed each other's company as friends..... (until now... will go onto that later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the break up, I went out as often as I can with my friend. Also met new friends and friends of their friends. Sex from different people is like candy's from the side streets of the dirty city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Until...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My dad call me up and needs to talk to me. I went to Cavite to talk and he drop like a big bomb the bad news. Mama's brain tumor is back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sadness hovered my emotions as it slowly kicks in, but then again. life has to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;August 16. My friends first tried what they call the happy pill. I tried the happy pill before and stop for 3 years. I was partying with my college friends at Olive and Halo before they closed. After that day, things were now different. I didn't say that it was bad nor it was good. Let's just say a group of kids found a "new toy" to play till present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A lot of memorable things happened. Most of the memories our caught on cam (moving and not moving) and you can visit then at my multiply site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A lot of things had happened. Both good and bad. Funny and serious. But still at the end of it all you still ask yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Am I happy with the life that I have right now? Am I living "the life?" Am I on the right track?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As "The Gates of my Eyes" open, I hope that you'll see and feel what life has to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But remember... understanding is a second priority...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392528364682714-1849569163896432159?l=gatewayeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1849569163896432159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392528364682714&amp;postID=1849569163896432159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/1849569163896432159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392528364682714/posts/default/1849569163896432159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatewayeyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/prologue-of-gates.html' title='Prologue at the Gates'/><author><name>Basol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493566175826748030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHIQBpWS4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o--n7i-q4X4/S220/n1378566022_30019446_3266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DWjrPWLO_JM/SHI_G2jLoOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/dcJTR4tIf84/s72-c/Portal_Gates_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
