<?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-6502758</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:01:33.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts...</title><subtitle type='html'>... are the only proof my existence</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-112631580170829634</id><published>2005-09-10T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T09:30:01.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Can I have your first name please Jim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts:&lt;br /&gt;1. Account information shows Jim as the account holder.&lt;br /&gt;2. It may or may not be Jim who is calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, obviously you are not supposed to call the customer Jim, even if he is Jim, because you havent asked Jim's name yet... But then again there are moments when your mind probably got mixed up because a neutrino passed by and hit one of your brain cells dead center. Poor brain cell. Neutrino is probably somewhere on its way to Cassiopeia by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor agent. Thankfully it wasnt me who said that to Jim. It was my seatmate. Now its a classic. One of the things you wouldnt want to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/353/400/milkywayband_gleason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-112631580170829634?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/112631580170829634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=112631580170829634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/112631580170829634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/112631580170829634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2005/09/hit-me.html' title='Hit me.'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-112614456092040510</id><published>2005-09-08T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T09:56:00.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmmmmm...</title><content type='html'>It wasnt so much her eyes but the situation which caught him offguard. Lightyears may have passed but time stood still for that one moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1. Its all in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The far future, Andromeda Galaxy, Planet Unnamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few thousand years away. In the andromeda galaxy, the next outpost of mankind was a story that was waiting to be told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a simple fellow, not one to boast of his discoveries, but the ideas he had thought up made mankind reach the level of sophistication they had never thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was an outsider, from earth, perhaps the last place in the universe you would expect sometime to drop by from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if not for the glow of the stars outside things would have been gloomy. He never had felt rain, or seen rain. Only the videos shown in classrooms were all he ever saw. Half the people on the Starship Explorer never have seen a cloud in their life. Much less a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more than 20 ships in his fleet at this time. Most ships were new and the best in their class. From cruisers to research vessels to destroyers, each ship had their own special functions. One of the core ships which looked like much like a donut could may as well have made donuts. Unfortunately all that was ever done there was research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;At this point the author would like to apologize for the interruption but due to the donut lingering in my mind I am unable to imagine further the worlds beyond our own and the adventures that have yet to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Homer Simpson(From the simpsons, Premiered December 17, 1989 shown to present) would say... "mmmmmmmm... donuts..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-112614456092040510?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/112614456092040510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=112614456092040510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/112614456092040510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/112614456092040510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2005/09/mmmmmmmm.html' title='mmmmmmmm...'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-112606469758321798</id><published>2005-09-07T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T11:44:57.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparks</title><content type='html'>Spark plugs. They make sparks, they keep the sparks going when needed. Through the hard times, through the driving rain, throught the easy times, the bumpy roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things do go wrong, things that support those plugs and the sparks they give off, the weakest link so to speak. Have you ever driven a car with 1 spark plug not working? I have, its a pain to drive, the struggle is too much, you just want to walk away. If you keep going maybe you get to where you want to be. Maybe you reach the end of the road. Maybe you arrive home, get a good sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you do walk away. Call a mechanic, call a friend. Have someone look it over and find the problem. Maybe the problem fixes itself. Maybe try and get the sparks flying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing is not right. Maybe its too fast of too slow. Things would foul up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time to get a new car. With the right car you can go to places you never thought you could. With the wrong car you can be stuck in a place you dont want to in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting isnt it.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;Check the tire pressue. The simplest things can do wonders.&lt;br /&gt;Is the timing right? Timing is of the essence.&lt;br /&gt;Is the mixture just right? Things need to be in proportion.&lt;br /&gt;Does the road feel bumpier than usual? Slow down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-112606469758321798?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ngksparkplugs.com/techinfo/spark_plugs/techtips.asp?nav=31000&amp;country=US' title='Sparks'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/112606469758321798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=112606469758321798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/112606469758321798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/112606469758321798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2005/09/sparks.html' title='Sparks'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-112457639154911379</id><published>2005-08-21T06:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T06:19:51.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chechebureche</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oo na, aaminin ko na, magulo nga siya. Ano pa ba magagawa ko, eh yun ang pumapasok sa isip ko nung tinatype ko yun eh. Iba't ibang kanta. Walang OPM dun, ingles yung nilalaman eh. Edi sana nandun rin mga kanta tulad ng O'giliw ko, miss na miss kita-a-a... saan ko ba narinig yun... luma na yun, at nde pa gaanong tanyag, jologs pa nga cguro sasabihin ng iba. Ah basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual mahirap mag file ng leave sa opis. Ganito buhay sa call center. Para lang makapagleave ka kelangan two weeks in advanced ka halos mag pasa nung mga forms, tapos hindi pa sigurado na papayagan ka. Saya noh? Eh paano kung biglaan lang? Ah eh, malas mo na lang, verbal warning o kaya NCNS katapat pag hindi ka pumasok, kaya kaming magkakasama sa opis pare parehong walang sosyal buhay('social life'), pag tapos ng shift, uwi agad at tulog. Kulang na lang sabihin nila pumasok ka mamaya o wag ka na pumasok kahit kailan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimik! ano yun? wala na yata nakakagimik sa amin. Kahit gusto namin nde talaga kaya. Pagod at antok ka na. Kahit 30 or 40 calls lang yun, nde kami tulad ng karamihan ng client sa call center. Sabi nga nila, 'we go the extra mile'. Pwede upo na lang kami tapos tambay? Malayo yung isang mile eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kala ng iba madali, sa iba cguro, sa amin hindi. Halo halo mga tawag namin, may teknikal(tech), may serbisyong pang ewan(cust. service), may installation, may bentahan(sales). Nde pwede basta basta lang, dapat mahaba pasensya mo tapos magaling ka magisip. Mas madali pa finals exams. Ganun kahirap. Nako di raw maka browse... mamaya maya pagkatapos ng sobrang daming tanong aamin rin ang customer na may ginawa siya... Haay, buhay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero masaya sa mundo namin, kahit ganyan. Trabaho lang. Sa pagitan ng bawat tawag ay may halong kwentuhan, kulitan at kung ano ano pa. Daming tsismis nanaman. Sabay may spam pa sa mga medyo magkakalayo, kahit nasa ibang call center eh ka i-spam na rin. Galing noh? Kahit pagod, masaya pa rin kami.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Sana maging ok na rin pala yung mom ni Jumar. Siguradong successful naman ang magiging operasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ngayon ok na rin pala mom ko... dati inoperahan sya sa mata, dalawang beses. Nung kalagitnaan ng june at nung july rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya dapat ingatan lagi mga mata natin!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Paalam. Sa susunod na lang...Kung ikaw ay nagbabasa pa rin hanggang dito, pasensya na lang, di ko na maibabalik yung limang minuto ng buhay mo na dumaan sa pagbabasa nito. hehe. Pero kung nabasa mo nga ito, hmmm, wala lang... wag ka magalala hahaba buhay mo sa kakabasa dito... Pasensya na rin sa title, yan pumasok sa isip ko eh... Maliban sa aking pagiisip sa aking mga mahal syempre. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-112457639154911379?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/112457639154911379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=112457639154911379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/112457639154911379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/112457639154911379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2005/08/chechebureche.html' title='chechebureche'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-112457406960134885</id><published>2005-08-21T05:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T05:41:09.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all in the mind...</title><content type='html'>...my mind, in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew...&lt;br /&gt;If only the things that go bump in the night don't go bump...&lt;br /&gt;If only I can turn back time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one day, just one unexpected event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish things could have been so different on that day...&lt;br /&gt;And so I wonder... why?&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of a song...&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I can't get no... satisfaction... no, not that song, the other one.&lt;br /&gt;And I try...&lt;br /&gt;And I try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop me now, I'm having such a good time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to believe in magic, tell he how two people find each other, in a world thats full of&lt;br /&gt;strangers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she goes, there she goes again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away, Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Travelin' around sure gets me down and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to do but close my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and so I love you just the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-112457406960134885?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/112457406960134885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=112457406960134885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/112457406960134885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/112457406960134885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-all-in-mind.html' title='Its all in the mind...'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-112015756625310963</id><published>2005-07-01T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T02:54:57.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On material things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I just want to leave everything behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I mean everything but the essentials, all material things, either something new or something old, something borrowed, something bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these things around me, some useful, some useless could have a purpose, but all these material things just make me lose track of more important 'things', like friends, relationships and the people and pets around you. What am I going to do with old boxes filled with manuals and packagings, or a microwave that served a decade of usefulness now stored and collecting dust. Even the unused chairs around me could be put to good use elsewhere. All the piles of papers and discs collecting dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pairs of shoes does one really need? I only have three, one rubber shoes, one brown somewhat for formal purposes and my old pair of black shoes I've used since college. And yet I see so many pairs of shoes... mostly collecting dust. I have two feet, a pair of shoes is all I need. Ok, slippers would be good around the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its the sentimental value in material possesions that make it harder for us to throw them out. I always thought old papers would make a nice bonfire, a fire hazard in many ways. Someone else may say that you can write on the back when the need arises. In a million years. Then you probably are dead and don't need the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier as I looked into the dark corner into the spiders nest fear came to mind. Not because of the spider, but because the spider was huge. Its diameter probably about 2-3 inches. Anyway now all that comes to mind is what the spider has. A spiders web. Thats all it needs. What do my two dogs have? A soft towel to lie down on, the same towel I use to clean the car. What do birds have? a nest. What do I have? everything. Well, almost everything... too much is more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for dust you are and to dust you will return (from Genesis 3:19)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... all we are is dust in the wind (Kansas, Dust in the wind, 1977)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea&lt;br /&gt;All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see&lt;br /&gt;Dust in the wind, All we are is dust in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky&lt;br /&gt;It slips away, all your money won't another minute buy&lt;br /&gt;Dust in the wind, All we are is dust in the wind...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-112015756625310963?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/112015756625310963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=112015756625310963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/112015756625310963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/112015756625310963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2005/07/on-material-things.html' title='On material things...'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-111792828298823011</id><published>2005-06-05T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T07:38:03.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/967/640/IMG_3265.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/967/320/IMG_3265.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new toy! I call her "Carey01"... I mixed up the leters from the brand of the laptop which is Acer. I'll post the specs later on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-111792828298823011?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/111792828298823011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=111792828298823011' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/111792828298823011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/111792828298823011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-new-toy-i-call-her-carey01.html' title=''/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-111459704158065710</id><published>2005-04-27T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T18:17:21.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's alive!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Like a new father looking at his unborn son, there I was looking at the monitor, viewing what the ultrasound showed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not pregrant, I can't be of course. No, I am not going to have a kid, marriage comes first of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the monitor was my heart, beating, pumping blood through my body. I had a 2d echo done.Not only had I seen my heart, the beat of my heart was on the monitor, it would have been interesting to have it flatline right then and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine had this done before. He even had a 24-hour monitor which monitored his heart activity for 24 hours. All these test eventually showed that stress caused his problems. He is now part of the population of humans called bums. A writer, student, friend, bum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress at work primarily. It's not easy working in a call center. The job itself and taking calls is ok. But the pressures to meet quota for sales and more adds stress. QA(quality), AHT(handle time), Upsells. Talking to an 80 year old lady who wants to check for email for the first time can be a challenge, but it is one I meet with arms wide open. Plus the fact that working nights makes your body go out of rhythm. I'd rather wake at dawn then sleep at dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two days I'll be able to pick up the results. In three days I will be working again in the graveyard shift. It is comforting to know that the people I have worked with through the past months are the same people I will be working with this saturday. To be honest I feel that I worked as part of one of the best teams there is in the call center business. Almost everyone knows each other, all 130 something souls. We used to be over 200, but most have left for one reason or the other. Soon I also will go, but not for now. I still have the strength to go on. Besides, what will they do without me? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more blogs to read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itstrixie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://itstrixie.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; - Trixie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dark-gatekeeper-of-fire.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; - Nathan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-111459704158065710?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/111459704158065710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=111459704158065710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/111459704158065710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/111459704158065710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-alive.html' title='It&apos;s alive!!!'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-111262286980737052</id><published>2005-04-04T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T21:59:23.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit happens (pardon my spanish)</title><content type='html'>Shit happens (pardon my spanish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... when you least expect it. Not only that, places we thought were generally safe can change to be places we are afraid to go to. Places that can be close to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my wallet was stolen earlier. I actually knew the exact moment it happened, but I thought nothing of it. The jerk I felt was enough for me to look back, I actually had a clear view of the thief. Actually there were at least two of them. Logic would say just let it be. If the risk is not worth it, let the moment pass. It was one of those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the one thing that I keep thinking about is that no one cared. If I could walk at least 100 meters with my bag open and no one actually saying anything it just shows how much people really care, well, probably fear had a part in it too. Not even the policeman in the center of the street would care less. Probably even if someone was stabbed, no one would care. In their minds would probably be 'It is not my problem'. True, similar to saying that what you don't know won't hurt you. If you don't know the person, or the events, it won't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone reading this, just be careful, even close to home, even on a road you have travelled for a greater half of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So going home a short 10 minutes after, I made a list of everything in my wallet:&lt;br /&gt;Calendar - from YKL (Fuji)&lt;br /&gt;Calendar - from Burger Kind, got it when me and Joseph went out&lt;br /&gt;Icon membership card&lt;br /&gt;A printout of Ecclesiastes 3:1-8&lt;br /&gt;BPI ATM card&lt;br /&gt;Standard Chartered ATM card&lt;br /&gt;SM Advantage&lt;br /&gt;Maxicare card&lt;br /&gt;Drivers License + Temporary Drivers License (expired)&lt;br /&gt;20% Discount card for Fridays, Itallianis&lt;br /&gt;1 or probably 2 ID pictures of myself taken over 4 years ago&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations slip from my 4th year HS adviser Ms. Ginalyn Bo&lt;br /&gt;Deposit slip from BPI&lt;br /&gt;Withdrawal slip from Standard Chartered&lt;br /&gt;1,000 Pesos (est.)&lt;br /&gt;Calling cards - from gloi, metz, aries and someone who I had a deal with at tipidpc&lt;br /&gt;An old bluish calling card from gloriecar, I recall it was probably scented before, It had some simple graphics, probably a house and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;Old bus ticket to baguio (which was 2 years ago, around the same week when my Nokia 7110 cellphone was stolen, coincidence eh?)&lt;br /&gt;UST entrace exam, It showed that I passed with flying colors and had Superior IQ (which I am very proud of)&lt;br /&gt;Pay slips from my OJT&lt;br /&gt;A retreat letter from margums. I still dont quite understand why I kept it there. It was nicely folded&lt;br /&gt;and lastly...&lt;br /&gt;Grad pic of gloi. (Thank God it was only a copy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money lost does not even concern me. Perhaps the theft of information is more important. Phone numbers, addresses, account numbers... Ah well, these can be changed anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so there was the half hour or so spent at the police station, the cop was very helpful and attentive. The fact that I was less than a meter away from a crowded jail cell did get to my nerves in the begining. Later on though the inmates themselves were talking with me regarding what had happened. There were also some visitors giving food to their relatives inside. The thing is I somehow feel safer now in that police station next to the jail cell than walking across the bridge where my unfortunate incident occured. Oh the horror of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, In the words of a great story teller....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeek, A thief! Help.....&lt;br /&gt;The gang of thieves closed in on their kill, like a pack of wolves stalking their prey.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly at first&lt;br /&gt;Then like a flash of lightning it was over. Only the thunder can be heard.&lt;br /&gt;The brutality of these thieves can shock. Once caught they would give start crying and whimpering. Probably saying, I need money for medicine of my child.&lt;br /&gt;The lord shall be my judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so i'm a lousy story teller :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there was also some action in the LTO office while renewing my license and the car as well.&lt;br /&gt;There was this man, I would describe him in his 40's.&lt;br /&gt;Four to five meters away he goes flying through the air in his motorbike... He probably had it in gear and revved the engine.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully he didnt go through the shop window, he did damage a car on one whole side!&lt;br /&gt;Poor fellow, he probably earns half of what I do, I felt pity for a time. But perhaps he was careless. In front of the LTO office even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, this is life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must sleep now, one final SMS message and off to bed I shall go. To my neverland.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I had a dream yesterday that I resigned from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are two blogs of my officemates! Be kind. Don't bite 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Carlo  &lt;a href="http://badbadtz-carlo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://badbadtz-carlo.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lon &lt;a href="http://purpleowyn.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://purpleowyn.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-111262286980737052?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/111262286980737052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=111262286980737052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/111262286980737052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/111262286980737052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2005/04/shit-happens-pardon-my-spanish.html' title='Shit happens (pardon my spanish)'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-111059994902359345</id><published>2005-03-12T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T11:59:09.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Today, March 12, 2005, 11:53:47 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Patience is a waste of time" - thats what my officemate said. True. Too much of a good thing can be bad. But when do you its too much already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good example is when waiting for a ride on the bus or train. Many people try to get in and out, squeezing their way through, yet you decide to wait. Maybe the next bus or train wont be as crowded. And so you wait. And again people start pushing and pulling theirselves. After 3 or 4 buses passing by you finally decide that you might as well push and pull your way in. Then once you are in you get the feeling of accomplishment. Finally you made it. Patience may have lost. But time is gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years. How long can you possibly wait? Sooner or later its time to move on. Everything must come to an end. And so will the universe in a few billion years. Stars that turn into black holes. Dust that turn into stars. Things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People change. Everything changes. Change is inevitable. You have to accept it or be defeated by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience was never a waste of my time. Good things come to those who wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, March 09, 2005 7:18 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing in common is all it takes. &lt;br /&gt;Then you get to know each other, going out, hanging out, watching movies. &lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later you realize that either you need that person to complete you or that person has become a part of you. A part of yourself that in a way may be inseparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the pieces fall into place. You find yourself in a dream, in a world full of nightmares. &lt;br /&gt;A dream that you hope would never end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in you life, perhaps twice if you are lucky you would meet the guy or girl of you dreams. In some cases though that person may be right in front of you or beside you, maybe in the office, on the bus or even while waiting to be served at your favorite fast food store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you meet that person though there are other small things that get in the way,  proximity, age and other small details which can all bring an end to a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are times when your dreams are within reach, yet you make small mistakes along the way, forgivable mistakes. Sooner or later though a big mistake happens, this is where lives change. Some chose the easy way out, I admit I have. Others accept the challenge and the changes and charge these to experience. Some would consider this one of the things that will just make a relationship stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But through all these happy and sad moments, one thing above all would count, this is friendship. You have friends all around you, people who give you advice, people also whom you could find safety and comfort in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, January 27, 2005, 5:07:14 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the moon&lt;br /&gt;Watching over the lonely tree as the sun sets and the darkness sets in&lt;br /&gt;As the tree waits for the summer day and the sun to rise I shall bathe it in a trickle of light amongst the darkness of the night&lt;br /&gt;The tree may cry a thousand cries, yet the moon can never hear them&lt;br /&gt;The moon is in the company of a million stars&lt;br /&gt;all watching over the tree from a distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the moon is not always there&lt;br /&gt;The sun rises every morning, yet the moon is not always there at night&lt;br /&gt;But the stars shall guide and watch over the lonely tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the moon, somewhat unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the wind guide you&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun liven you&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain you long for nourish you&lt;br /&gt;Let the lonely traveler rest beneath your branches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every branch that grows, every leaf that falls, every fruit that is borne shall be blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the sun leaves you, I shall watch over you.&lt;br /&gt;I am the moon.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot feel you, yet i long for you&lt;br /&gt;I cannot hear you, but i am with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days go by&lt;br /&gt;As the seasons pass&lt;br /&gt;Here I shall remain, beneath me the forest that you have made.&lt;br /&gt;The memory of you forever lasting&lt;br /&gt;For eternity I shall remain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-111059994902359345?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/111059994902359345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=111059994902359345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/111059994902359345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/111059994902359345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-110959066470850455</id><published>2005-02-28T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T19:37:44.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It was short, but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went out to check out the telescope that I saw one day in one of the stores in the mall. It all started a couple of weeks back when it turned out that she was also into astronomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we played some arcade, which by the way I rarely play, I love the car games though where you can play against your friends. Played one of the basketball games too, it was fun. First game she played though was a sniper game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then ate, nothing fancy, had some conversation and found out some things about each other. Our first real long conversation other than through email. (humahaba na yung nobela namin, hehehe). Then came the stuff that normally doesnt. I guess it started with the 5 or so straws taken from the dispenser. Ending with one or two of being chewed after they faithfully fulfilled their duty mixing ketchup with fries and tissue. That was the part I couldnt forget. I remembered when I was a kid and did the same weird stuff, which I still do sometimes. It took a large amount of concentration to mix ketchup, fries and tissue into pulp, usually the kind you need when cooking a meal with a recipe you've never tried out before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came the grocery shopping... challenging yet uneventful. It turns out I know my way around the aisles of the grocery store quite a bit. Wheat bread was out of stock though. Interestingly I  actually like window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun part was the going home part, her being at their new place for over a week had problems recalling how to get there, but thanks to the city map we eventually found our way. Almost getting lost a couple of times, actually getting lost once... Road trip was the term used... other than that getting home was a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joys of being young and free. In the words of a mad man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To Jaybee, Rae and Joel. Hope you guys all have a bright future wherever you go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-110959066470850455?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/110959066470850455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=110959066470850455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/110959066470850455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/110959066470850455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2005/02/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-110868676025119038</id><published>2005-02-18T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T08:32:40.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm Thinking About You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The Sundays - When I'm Thinking About You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the rooftops a plane in the sky&lt;br /&gt;beat of a bass drum cars passing me by&lt;br /&gt;under a bridge dark then back into light&lt;br /&gt;a river of raincoats and a forest of faces&lt;br /&gt;still for a moment then red into green&lt;br /&gt;slow shuffling shoes whisper sight unseen&lt;br /&gt;row upon row of houses return an empty stare&lt;br /&gt;let the daydream for a little while longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.. yeah...&lt;br /&gt;hope I'll never wake&lt;br /&gt;when I'm thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;(yeah) hope I'll never wake&lt;br /&gt;cos now I'm thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two-minute hailstorm then melts into rain&lt;br /&gt;(oh) sing me a rainbow it's sunny again&lt;br /&gt;swallows overhead while the traffic snarls below&lt;br /&gt;could I (could I) keep dreaming for a little while longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'll never wake&lt;br /&gt;when I'm thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;so that you know - I never want to wake&lt;br /&gt;cos now I'm thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're searching your soul&lt;br /&gt;when you're searching for pleasure&lt;br /&gt;how often, pain is all you find&lt;br /&gt;but when you're coasting along and nobody's trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;you can turn around and like where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah and) I hope I never wake&lt;br /&gt;when I'm thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;and I close my eyes (dear)&lt;br /&gt;now I'll never never wake&lt;br /&gt;why should I stop thinking about you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-110868676025119038?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/110868676025119038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=110868676025119038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/110868676025119038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/110868676025119038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-im-thinking-about-you.html' title='When I&apos;m Thinking About You...'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-110868583849392291</id><published>2005-02-18T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T08:28:29.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/967/640/the_fort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/967/320/the_fort.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture taken at Fort Bonifacio. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image has been resized, cropped and saturation has been reduced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-110868583849392291?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/110868583849392291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=110868583849392291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/110868583849392291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/110868583849392291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2005/02/picture-taken-at-fort-bonifacio.html' title=''/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-110853760108351759</id><published>2005-02-16T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T15:06:41.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/967/640/rose.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/967/320/rose.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my Valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. This is especially important for someone interested in photography, anyone can take pictures, but not everyone can capture the emotions in them. Everyone wants to get that "Kodak Moment", yet not everyone sees the real moment. The joy, the sorrow, the passion and the beauty. I love taking pictures and so I'll be posting some pictures here over the next few days, weeks and months. I don't update my blog much but I'll try to do better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't make any promises. I'm a heartbreaker.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-110853760108351759?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/110853760108351759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=110853760108351759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/110853760108351759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/110853760108351759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2005/02/for-my-valentine-beauty-is-in-eye-of.html' title=''/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-110323652395966550</id><published>2004-12-17T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T06:35:23.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tech stuff: browsers</title><content type='html'>Most people are familiar with Internet Explorer, one of the most popular browsers available, however lately there has been a new browser(well it's been around for a long time, but version 1 was just recently released) that seems to best IE, it's called Mozilla Firefox, it's what I actually use in the office, and for those not using Windows, there are also versions available for Mac OS X and also Linux users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The browser itself has some nice additions not available in IE such as tabbed browsing,  also there are some themes available for it, also plugins, some of which are very useful. I would recommend the following "Extensions" - Foxy Tunes, Image Zoom, FlashGot  and Mouse Gestures. To get these once the program is installed just go to the Tools menu &gt; Extensions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for those considering trying it out go to www.mozilla.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-110323652395966550?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.mozilla.org' title='tech stuff: browsers'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/110323652395966550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=110323652395966550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/110323652395966550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/110323652395966550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2004/12/tech-stuff-browsers.html' title='tech stuff: browsers'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-110307023854070903</id><published>2004-12-15T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T05:20:39.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>There are some things in life that you just keep pondering about... or should I say, that you keep waiting for, thinking about, waiting for an answer perhaps, or a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again there are things that you should never keep waiting, things you should keep at the top of your list. After all you never know when something might happen that can change your life, or the life of someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a risk, take a hint. Get a cookie for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Take a journey that is both challenging and worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, October 26, 2004, 9:10:02 PM&lt;br /&gt;Going to the mall earlier Christmas songs were playing already, soon its going to be Christmas again! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that was thought to me when I was a kid was to never cross out 'Christ' from Christmas and just say x-mas, after all Christmas day was when Christ was born. So whenever you give out greetings remember Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up... a wishlist! woohoo&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway here are a couple of things I would like to get myself this christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Trip to Europe, or a cruise.&lt;br /&gt;Cost: Uhmmm... Priceless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marklin Trainset&lt;br /&gt;Either An ICE Kit or the Hogwarts Express Kit&lt;br /&gt;Cost: 300$++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palm Zire 72 with Aluminum case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16x Dual Layer DVD Writer&lt;br /&gt;- I actually already bought myself a dvd writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pioneer deh 4650 - Car mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;- It's in the garage as you read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Item that had not made it into the list would have been a video camera!&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;But then again, for a list I made in october I was able to obtain two of the things in my wishlist by december! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;There is another thing though, something that is much greater than any of those 5 wishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, not world peace!, thats out of my hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para sa akin na lamang cguro yun. sana lang magkatotoo yung wish ko na yun, buo na buhay ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-110307023854070903?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/110307023854070903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=110307023854070903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/110307023854070903'/><link rel='self' 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na rin isang sine, isang sine na ikaw ang bidang artista.&lt;br /&gt;ito ay pinaghalo halo ng mga iba ibang pangyayari sa ating buhay, meron itong halong drama, comedy, action, romance...&lt;br /&gt;ito ang kwento ng aking buhay... isang simpleng buhay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unang kabanata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adventure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dati nung bata pa ako madalas kami lumalabas, nde lang pagpunta sa mall, naaalala ko yung mga pagpunta sa mga museo, zoo, park, pati na rin yung mga medyo malalayo na biyahe, tulad ng pagpunta sa tagaytay, o kaya field trip sa subic, meron din isang pagkakataon na pumunta kami sa la union, naaalala ko ito dahil yung dahilan ng pagpunta namin dun ay treasure hunting ng aming kakilala, lagi na lang silang naghahanap ng mga kayamanan kung saan saan. kayamanan.... ito ay isa sa mga pinaka hanap ng mga tao sa mundo, ito ang isang bagay na nde natin maidadala pag tayo ay umalis na sa mundong ito. gaano nga ba ito kahalaga? para sa akin lang mas mabuti na cguro yung meron akong magawa para sa mundo at mabago ito para ikabubuti, mas mabuti na yun kesa sa umalis sa mundo na mayaman nga sa mga bagay na pangkamunduhan, pero wala ka naman naibahagi sa iba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baguio, isa sa mga lugar na matagal kong pinangarap na mapuntahan, pagkatapos ng 20 taon nakapunta rin ako dito, masasabi ko na maganda nga doon, madami kang magagawa, pero karamihan ng mga tanawin dun ay wala mismo sa 'city center', dapat sa medyo labas ang pupuntahan, maganda baguio, lalo na kung nature trip habol mo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero ang nagpapaganda at nagpapasaya sa mga biyahe na ito ay yung mga kasama mo dito, mga kalaro, kapitbahay, kamaganak, kamagaral, kabarkada... sa hinahanap na panahon, sariling pamilya din, mga magiging anak ko rin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pampanga, nasugbu, austria, germany at kung saan saan pa... iba ibang adventure, pangarap ko ulitin ito, makita ang mundo at ang kagandahan nito. sa susunod... sa susunod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung meron man makabasa nito, share naman kayo ng adventure niyo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-109387955233056122?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/109387955233056122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=109387955233056122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/109387955233056122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/109387955233056122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2004/08/ang-buhay-ay-para-na-rin-isang-sine.html' title=''/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-109353519714991312</id><published>2004-08-26T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T23:46:37.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuwing umuulan at kapiling ka...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;ang mga kahirapan na nararanasan sa buhay ay isa na rin sa paraan ng pagsubok sa ating paniniwala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan ang diyos gumagawa ng mga paraan para ipakita na nasa tabi natin sya, pero nde naman natin ito napapansin, minsan dahil iba ang ating nasa isip, minsan naman meron na pagkakataon na binigay sa atin pero nde pa rin natin ito nakikita, ganun na lamang ang tao, minsan ang simpleng bagay ay nalalampasan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang kahapon lamang, malakas ang ulan, meron isang puno na bumagsak sa harapan ng aming gusali, bumagsak ito kung saan ako madalas mag parada ng kotse, ngunit sa araw na iyon sa kabila ako nagpark, buti na lang. kung sa kabila lang bumagsak ang puno siguaradong mapapagastos pa ako sa pagpapaayos nito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero minsan napapaisip ka, meron ibang mga tao na nadaraanan ng mga pagsubok, mga pagsubok na minsan inisip mo na sana sa iyo o iba na lamang mangyari. pero ganun lamang ang buhay, sabi nga ng iba, maiksi ang buhay, dapat itong sulitin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what we sow in sorrow, we reap in joy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagsubok lang yan... malakas ka, kaya mo yan... at nandito ako para samahan ka...&lt;div 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ka...'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-109300626437813290</id><published>2004-08-20T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T05:21:09.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are...</title><content type='html'>Perfect - True Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are...perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing hues, the change of season&lt;br /&gt;Will leave you no clues&lt;br /&gt;As desperation spreads within a broken soul&lt;br /&gt;Life leaves you feeling dead&lt;br /&gt;But just like Mathis singing&lt;br /&gt;On a low-down Sunday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;The blues split apart&lt;br /&gt;all me sense departs&lt;br /&gt;As I see you come into view&lt;br /&gt;Baby, as I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, you're perfect&lt;br /&gt;Judging from the way you make me high&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it's worth it&lt;br /&gt;Perfect, it's everything you are to me&lt;br /&gt;Perfect, and everything I am to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossroads and bridges&lt;br /&gt;We come through a lot of trying stages&lt;br /&gt;Our love sets us free from the realms of&lt;br /&gt;Our own self-made cages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain fallin' down&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it could last for years&lt;br /&gt;Drowning me down&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in a sea of tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and littled did I know&lt;br /&gt;That someone could set my soul free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-109300626437813290?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/109300626437813290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=109300626437813290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/109300626437813290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/109300626437813290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2004/08/you-are.html' title='you are...'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-108948226217675804</id><published>2004-07-11T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T01:57:42.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kids...</title><content type='html'>Its my second day on my medication for my hypertension. Since tuesday things have not been so good, it's like something is knocking on my door, waking me up to the harsh reality. I have hypertension and something needs to be done. The company doctor had prescribed some medicine which may help control my blood pressure, after two weeks of monitoring I will find out if it has helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the people in the office have hypertension also, one of them said, its time to have kids... I was like... yeah right... but it dawned on me, maybe he isn't so far off, he is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypertension can be serious, serious enough to cause stroke, or even a heart attack. This could of course carve a path in your life, a path which may be short or long, whichever you chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is a good idea to have your bp checked every now and then, just to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-108948226217675804?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/108948226217675804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=108948226217675804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108948226217675804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108948226217675804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2004/07/kids.html' title='kids...'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-108886391052134050</id><published>2004-07-03T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T22:13:14.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bah...</title><content type='html'>I had some problems with this blog earlier... multiple posts, posts that could not be deleted, an index that would not update... utterly frustrating... took a half hour to get that sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all of that seems to be ok now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am at work, typing this while talking to a customer on the line, talk about multitasking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of going on this sunday or monday to look for some presents and maybe watch a movie, anyone care to join?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-108886391052134050?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/108886391052134050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=108886391052134050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108886391052134050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108886391052134050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2004/07/bah_03.html' title='bah...'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-108886249525177945</id><published>2004-07-03T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T22:08:37.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be holding on...</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, June 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like you... I'm just like you.&lt;br /&gt;Still holding on... to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when someone else came along, it was still you, it always has been. Will it always be?&lt;br /&gt;I could have taken the chance to love and even be loved by someone else, but you were on my mind. You were like a cancer that I could not get rid of. A cancer somehow I hoped never would go away, something to grow on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must make a decision, to remove the cancer that plagues me and perhaps be inflicted with another type of cancer, or to remain with what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are alike, yet we are so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people, whose paths have crossed. Would our paths be one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I chose chocolate or coffee? I dont drink coffee, but thats whats available.&lt;br /&gt;An angel or a devil? An angel to look over me, or a devil to tame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-108886249525177945?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/108886249525177945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=108886249525177945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108886249525177945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108886249525177945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2004/07/ill-be-holding-on_108886249525177945.html' title='I&apos;ll be holding on...'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-108832751157782069</id><published>2004-06-27T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T17:11:51.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... and that makes two of us</title><content type='html'>You said you were clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself. You're young, restless, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You chose a darker path. Deadly sins that make souls burn in hell.&lt;br /&gt;You said so yourself. &lt;br /&gt;I tried controling you, you were never mine to control.&lt;br /&gt;You can make your own choices now.&lt;br /&gt;Chose them wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am here. I am here waiting. Praying. Hoping that you may change.&lt;br /&gt;If not for yourself, for your family and friends who love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only do so much. I cant always be there. I cant always buy you your medicine or accompany you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I pray. Please Lord take care of Her.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1    There is a time for everything, and &lt;br /&gt;1    a season for every activity under heaven: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2    a time to be born and a time to die, &lt;br /&gt;2    time to plant and a time to uproot, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3    a time to kill and a time to heal, &lt;br /&gt;3    a time to tear down and a time to build, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4    a time to weep and a time to laugh, &lt;br /&gt;4    a time to mourn and a time to dance, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5    a time to scatter stones and a time &lt;br /&gt;5    to gather them, a time to embrace and &lt;br /&gt;5    a time to refrain, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6    a time to search and a time to give up, &lt;br /&gt;6    a time to keep and a time to throw away, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7    a time to tear and a time to mend, &lt;br /&gt;7    a time to be silent and a time to speak, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8    a time to love and a time to hate, &lt;br /&gt;8    a time for war and a time for peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-108832751157782069?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/108832751157782069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=108832751157782069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108832751157782069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108832751157782069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2004/06/and-that-makes-two-of-us.html' title='... and that makes two of us'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-108832673207357635</id><published>2004-06-27T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T16:58:52.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It could have been perfect.&lt;br /&gt;But I wasnt.&lt;br /&gt;I said too much. You heard every word.&lt;br /&gt;I was an unbeliever. You gave me a chance.&lt;br /&gt;I was too insensitive. &lt;br /&gt;My ears were open listening. My mind was not.&lt;br /&gt;So many mistakes. Yet experience is one of the best teachers.&lt;br /&gt;I lay silent. Yet words can be a powerful weapon. For war or for peace.&lt;br /&gt;You keep waiting. I keep thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know I should stop thinking... stop waiting... I dont have forever... You dont have forever... But we can make it feel like an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;The walls are echoing the sound of silence. This silence that has deafened me. These walls that have entombed me.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-108832673207357635?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/108832673207357635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=108832673207357635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108832673207357635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108832673207357635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2004/06/it-could-have-been-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-108700125504061171</id><published>2004-06-12T08:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T08:58:37.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LRS (Last Ringback Syndrome)</title><content type='html'>-= South Border =-&lt;br /&gt;-= Rainbow =-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallin' out, fallin' in&lt;br /&gt;Nothings sure in this world, no no&lt;br /&gt;Breaking down, breaking in&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;We can really never tell it all, no no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye, say hello&lt;br /&gt;To a lover or friend&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we could never understand&lt;br /&gt;Why some things begin with just love&lt;br /&gt;We can never have it all&lt;br /&gt;No no no ohh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;That no matter what happens&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;And so baby just smile&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm always around you&lt;br /&gt;And I'll make you see&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful life is&lt;br /&gt;For you and me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a little time baby&lt;br /&gt;See the butterfly's colors&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the birds&lt;br /&gt;That were sent to sing&lt;br /&gt;For me and you&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel me? &lt;br /&gt;This is such a wonderful place to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if there is pain now&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;For as long as the world still turns&lt;br /&gt;There will be night and day&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me? &lt;br /&gt;There's a rainbow always&lt;br /&gt;After the rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hittin' high, hittin' low&lt;br /&gt;Win or lose, you should go&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Getting warm, getting cold&lt;br /&gt;Weather can be so good or bad&lt;br /&gt;But baby, this is life so don't get mad No no no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;That no matter what happens&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;And so, baby, just smile&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm always around you&lt;br /&gt;And I'll make you see&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful life is&lt;br /&gt;For you and me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a little time, baby&lt;br /&gt;See the butterfly's colors&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the birds&lt;br /&gt;That were sent to sing&lt;br /&gt;For me and you&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel me? &lt;br /&gt;This is such a wonderful place to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if there is pain now&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;For as long as the world still turns&lt;br /&gt;There will be night and day&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me ? &lt;br /&gt;There's a rainbow always&lt;br /&gt;After the rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's full of challenges&lt;br /&gt;Not all the time&lt;br /&gt;We get what we want&lt;br /&gt;But don't despair, my dear&lt;br /&gt;You'll take it each trial&lt;br /&gt;And you'll make it through the storm&lt;br /&gt;Cause youre strong&lt;br /&gt;My faith in you is clear&lt;br /&gt;So I say once again&lt;br /&gt;This world's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Let us celebrate life&lt;br /&gt;That is so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a little time, baby&lt;br /&gt;See the butterfly's colors&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the birds that were sent&lt;br /&gt;To sing for me and you&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel me? &lt;br /&gt;This is such a wonderful place to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if there is pain now&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;For as long as the world still turns&lt;br /&gt;There will be night and day&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me? &lt;br /&gt;There's a rainbow always&lt;br /&gt;After the rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-108700125504061171?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/108700125504061171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=108700125504061171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108700125504061171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108700125504061171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2004/06/lrs-last-ringback-syndrome.html' title='LRS (Last Ringback Syndrome)'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-108588036390263115</id><published>2004-05-30T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T09:29:10.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/967/640/vodka.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/967/320/vodka.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.stoli.com/&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40% alc./vol.(80 proof)!&lt;br /&gt;Two shots of this made me feel dizzy in a matter of minutes! hahaha, i'm really not a drinker, but to those who are fond of drinking remember, Don't drink and drive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-108588036390263115?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/108588036390263115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=108588036390263115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108588036390263115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108588036390263115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2004/05/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-108587992039706355</id><published>2004-05-30T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T09:18:40.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>web logs galore</title><content type='html'>Oh, yeah, I would also like to mention that &lt;a href="http://cdianerd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diane&lt;/a&gt; also has a blog! Check it out also!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-108587992039706355?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/108587992039706355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=108587992039706355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108587992039706355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108587992039706355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2004/05/web-logs-galore.html' title='web logs galore'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-108587965138880248</id><published>2004-05-30T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T09:14:11.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hic!</title><content type='html'>Notes to self: Always eat a little bit before having a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... especially if that drink is Vodka, which happens to have 40% alcohol content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the risk, there is nothing to lose. Thats what they said to me. Hold her hand, if she holds your hand then you can have a breath of relief. If not then at least you know where you stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and respect, these are two things one should remember to have in a relationship. Oh and also you need to be sure of what you want, if there is something holding you back, think hard, very hard, you may not only hurt one or two hearts but three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see her in your future? do you see her having your child? do you imagine your family, your work, your house, your whole life together. If yes, either you love her enough to give your life to that person, or you might be pretty much prepared for commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe its just a hangover from the last nights drinking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh and btw, I dont have a hangover, self control is a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-108587965138880248?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/108587965138880248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=108587965138880248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108587965138880248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108587965138880248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2004/05/hic.html' title='Hic!'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-108579044599045353</id><published>2004-05-29T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T08:34:03.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EOP!</title><content type='html'>Wow last night was real busy. i passed my IJAF, shoft for internal job application form to our HR dept., I applied for the position of Helpdesk Analyst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm begining to think if that would be the way forward, but at least taking a chance and the risk is good. I love my job, helping others is kinda cool, it could be frustrating at times though... plus the people I work with are great! Later on tonight we're going out to watch a movie and just have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yeah I have a shift later on but I swapped schedules with a team mate! So last night i also had to fill out some forms for that swap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that I had a great day at work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Instead of thinking of the work you need to do, think of the people who you help out, think of the people around you whose days you can add memories to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw EOP! means english only policy, it's something we say to each other within our team to remind us to speak in english!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-108579044599045353?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/108579044599045353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=108579044599045353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108579044599045353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108579044599045353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2004/05/eop.html' title='EOP!'/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-108541765203582033</id><published>2004-05-25T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T00:54:12.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Change is constant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of doing some changes to my blog, some of the changes I am planning include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making my blog a &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/knowledge/2004/05/hello-photoblogging.pyra"&gt;Photo Blog&lt;/a&gt;, in addition to just posting my thoughts. (Thanks to gloriecar for pointing this out to me)&lt;br /&gt;Adding Links to blogs of my friends, including &lt;a href="http://gloriecar.blogspot.com"&gt;gloi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thedoiworkshop.blogspot.com"&gt;metz&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.emilgp.blogspot.com/"&gt;emil&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Placing a section where I would list miscellaneous items like Favorites and such.&lt;br /&gt;A comment option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that should be it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-108541765203582033?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/108541765203582033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=108541765203582033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108541765203582033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108541765203582033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2004/05/change-is-constant.html' title=''/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-108480853142620156</id><published>2004-05-17T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T23:42:11.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for about three months i havent posted anything here, well for one i forgot my username and the link to my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm back, nothing much is new since then, it's still the same me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to post some pictures here also, one i find out how to! that way i can have like a picture blog type thingie going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lots of things i want to post by the way, guess i need somewhere to start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-108480853142620156?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/108480853142620156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=108480853142620156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108480853142620156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/108480853142620156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2004/05/for-about-three-months-i-havent-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-107718749453675886</id><published>2004-02-19T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T18:47:34.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well yesterday i got myself a 128mb compact flash card, finally my digital camera can be set on the highest setting! i love taking pictures, at least i have some creativity, at least that's what i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know but generally i prefer taking pictures of people in candid situations, no posing or looking to the camera, just the natural look, it captures better the emotions shown, as for me i hate it when my picture is taken, i guess i just think that i would look horrible in the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and today we went to the mall, at least i found a 1 hour photodeveloper(fuji) who could print out the pictures i took! here in the philippines more stores are starting to offer digital services too, the cost is quite low too.... finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap... she is always on my mind, even as i'm posting this i'm thinking of her... is this bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off for now... by next week i guess i'll fix up my template to something nicer, i was thinking of having a dark background with light bluish text, tahoma would be a nice font (i like tahoma) hehehe... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-107718749453675886?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/107718749453675886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=107718749453675886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/107718749453675886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/107718749453675886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2004/02/well-yesterday-i-got-myself-128mb.html' title=''/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502758.post-107718695908745049</id><published>2004-02-19T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T18:38:39.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just like a song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least that's what came into my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is just like a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my song is just starting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... this should be interesting, well first of all this is my first entry... at least here anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later i'm going to upload some pics too, hope someone passes by, i'd rather keep this from my friends for now, anynomity is all i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now join me on my journey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502758-107718695908745049?l=myc0rner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/feeds/107718695908745049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502758&amp;postID=107718695908745049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/107718695908745049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502758/posts/default/107718695908745049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myc0rner.blogspot.com/2004/02/just-like-song.html' title=''/><author><name>chris_d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878301046783365587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
