<?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-11584937</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:31:36.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord Luigi's Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-2613105932432892510</id><published>2008-08-19T09:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:32:31.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes me proud of being a Filipino</title><content type='html'>Being back from my months of absence, my head is once again filled with thoughts that need to be poured out. Because I only have a blog and not a Pensieve (Harry Potter), I have to make do of what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a pending application of immigration to Canada, I just cant help thinking of what I will answer once I am asked the question- &lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 141, 28);"&gt;"What makes you proud of being a Filipino?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given it much thought and the first thing that came into my mind were the pretty things in our country that our government promotes. Then came the things our thinkers have come up with. Then our fellow countrymen who have brought honor and glory to our country. But then the bubble bursts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, do you really feel proud of our natural wonders? Do you really think that the accomplishments of others are the ones you should be proud of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we supposed to be proud of our natural wonders if we are slowly destroying them? Why should we be proud of the structures in our country when they clearly depict the architectural styles of other countries who have occupied us in the past and in the present? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should we be proud of what our "thinkers" have come up with? Where are these things that they have come up with? Were we able to use them to help our country? Where did the fluorescent lamp go? The water-powered car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the accomplishments of our countrymen even go near what the Americans did when 9/11 happened? Should we be proud of our very close family ties which most of the time is the cause of problems in our community? Should we be proud of all these? Well, of course, the obvious answer is no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, you hit me back with the questions- &lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 141, 28);"&gt;"Why don't you cite the positive things in our country? Why take an anti-patriotic stance? Why bring up the things that make our country look bad?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my answer: &lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 141, 28);"&gt;Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not? Because that is what I am proud of being a Filipino. Amidst all those negative things in our country, the problems in our community and government, our personal problems which never seem to end and all the crap we have to live with each day, we still manage to stay alive- &lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 141, 28);"&gt;not only simply to stay alive but still live happy lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have time to relax, unwind and do things for fun. We still have time to laugh at the negative things around us. We can find what's good in the things other people think are crap. We manage to live a good life even when the conditions in our neighborhood seem to be unlivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can also say that what I am saying is full of crap because I live in a semi-exclusive subdivision, with 24/7 internet connection, electric and water supply, eats more than thrice a day and studies in a known school, so how come I say all those even when I don't experience them first-hand? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 141, 28);"&gt;True, but not quite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who live blow the poverty line; the type of friends that if you introduce to your parents, you'll be grounded for life, and I say to you that they are the ones that I want to be with, most of the time. I know the condition they're living, the things I enjoy that they can only enjoy their dreams, and all the things that money can buy that they have no access to. But I envy them because they know how to enjoy without spending money. They even seem to be happier than me, to some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't need to experience these things first-hand to know that even the ones living below the poverty line are still living livable lives. Just try to pass though the "depressed areas" in our cities, like the squatter's area along the banks of the Manggahan Floodway. You'll see that people are not malnourished, people are still carrying-on with their daily business and people are still smiling and having fun; looking like they are contented with their lives. How can you even call it a depressed area if the people in there are not even depressed that they live there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, that is what I will say to the people who'll ask me that question once I leave this country. &lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 141, 28);"&gt;I am proud to be a Filipino because I am able to live a happy life amidst all the bad things in our country.&lt;/span&gt; I am proud that I can survive even the worst of the conditions; conditions that people in other countries see as unlivable or even tolerable, be it natural or economic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I have and idea why God made me a Filipino: &lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 141, 28);"&gt;to have a better chance of surviving in this world.&lt;/span&gt; Why? Because I can live in my country. &lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 141, 28);"&gt;What can be harder than living in a third-world country where everything is controlled by the superpower countries?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I can always say the line that should do the trick; &lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 141, 28);"&gt;"Tang ina mo, ano naman kung sa Pilipinas lang ako galing at nabuhay? Kaya kong mabuhay sa bayan mo, pero kaya mo bang mabuhay sa bayan ko?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YxjMWv1AlUg/RtS-z6dXWoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eM_WI6xcDng/s1600-h/insigna.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103914076792642178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YxjMWv1AlUg/RtS-z6dXWoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eM_WI6xcDng/s200/insigna.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-2613105932432892510?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/2613105932432892510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=2613105932432892510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/2613105932432892510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/2613105932432892510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-makes-me-proud-of-being-filipino.html' title='What makes me proud of being a Filipino'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YxjMWv1AlUg/RtS-z6dXWoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eM_WI6xcDng/s72-c/insigna.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-4835732714284385520</id><published>2007-12-17T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:54:08.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nangangaroling Po!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have no grudges with people moving from house to house singing Christmas carols and asking for some gifts in cash or in kind. I give to the people who sing well or &lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 141, 28);"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; feel their intention of singing for you in the spirit of Christmas. But it gives me pain in the head when I hear children singing, or to put it right, &lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 141, 28);"&gt;shouting the words&lt;/span&gt; of the supposed to be good Christmas carols just to get attention and be given money. When you give them a small amount, say a peso, they frown at you or even not accept it and ask for higher amounts! It's like &lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 141, 28);"&gt;they're using caroling as an excuse to beg for money and you have no right not to give them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even encountered a single person who went caroling alone! And what's worse is that that person &lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 141, 28);"&gt;just sang one song&lt;/span&gt; and didn't get the words right and didn't even complete it! Then he shouted &lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 141, 28);"&gt;"Nangangaroling po!"&lt;/span&gt; on and on and even pressed the doorbell many times. A concrete example of how thick a Filipino's face can be when it comes to getting money. It is a tradition to sing Christmas carols, &lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 141, 28);"&gt;not demand money&lt;/span&gt; when you shout words at people's houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 141, 28);"&gt;"Thank you, thank you, ambabarat ninyo, thank you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost rushed outside to &lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 141, 28);"&gt;whack the hell out of those kids&lt;/span&gt; who said that line one time when I said no. The didn't even sing, for Christ's sake! And there they were, demanding me to pay them because they &lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 141, 28);"&gt;"sang"&lt;/span&gt; for me? Hell no! I wouldn't even give a single centavo for the way they sang! And even if they did sing good, if the person said no, you have no right to say &lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 141, 28);"&gt;"ambabarat ninyo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saddens me to see people not celebrating Christmas the way it should be. Christmas season, as they say, is a season of giving. &lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 141, 28);"&gt;GIVING not demanding.&lt;/span&gt; If you are not given, don't demand.&lt;br /&gt;If you are given something, say "Thank You".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be the only thing I would ask this Christmas. I wish that people would learn the true meaning of Christmas and live it in their lives. That way, our celebration for the Yuletide season would be a little easier to endure. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-4835732714284385520?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/4835732714284385520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=4835732714284385520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/4835732714284385520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/4835732714284385520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2007/12/nangangaroling-po.html' title='Nangangaroling Po!'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-2074679712621972243</id><published>2007-08-29T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:31:59.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And then it came...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;“Through you eyes, everything’s clear. And I’m home inside your arms… But I’m alone for now”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Safe Place, Staind, Break the Cycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to remember the times in your life when you have admitted that you are in love and in a while, the feeling crumbles into ashes. It is harder to accept that nothing happened to your liking when you have thought that everything was working out fine. That sucks. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;“…I think of you to ease my pain… But you’re so far…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Safe Place, Staind, Break the Cycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look back, you’ll just see that it’s good that nothing happened. Up to the point that you are ashamed it and try to cover it up or just try to rid the memories from your head. And that suck even more. Sucks to the highest degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;“…now it’s time to say goodbye. I love you baby, please don’t cry.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Safe Place, Staind, Break the Cycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you try to put it in your system that it’s over. You try to accept that it can never be so you try not to think about it anymore. You say to yourself that the circumstances dictate things contrary to what you want so you don’t pursue it anymore. You put it in your head and let your whole being accept it. And then you get a headache. Who were you trying to fool? You think it’s the other person’s loss, but you then become the laughing stock in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;“Fool to think I can break all the rules. Damage inside, still I act cool…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Runaway, Urbandub, Influence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you’re hurt but you won’t and will never accept it. You try to look for others to fill the void, but you still yearn for the person you try to forget. You meet other people but things don’t work out. You feel your situation’s hopeless and think that the only solution is death, either you or the other. But then that thought disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;“I’m in a car underwater with time to kill…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Car Underwater, Armor for Sleep, Car Underwater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you try to imagine what that person will do when you’re gone. Be sad? Be happy? Follow me? Condemn me? Who knows? But then you realize that it will be a waste of time to do that, or even think of doing that. So then, you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;“These wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just too real. There’s just too much that time cannot erase…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My Immortal, Evanescence, Fallen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s stuck to your system. It can’t be erased, it can’t be forgotten, and it will never go away. Might as well live with it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;“In my heart you’ll stay permanent…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A New Tattoo, Urbandub, Influence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, stand up, this is life. Live with it! Shit happens so learn from it. We know it won’t go away so think of it as an unwanted tattoo which cannot be erased. It’s stuck to you forever. And remember, you let it be done to you in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;“I’ll be waiting for the end of my broken heart…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Heartache, Killswitch Engage, Resident Evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left to do but swallow all your pride and accept the truth. Then say it to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;“In this life you’re a flower and a thorn…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Head Over Heels, Switchfoot, Oh! Gravity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you try to live you life again. Act as though nothings troubling you. You try to act normally but you know, deep inside, that you can’t and never will. There will always be that thorn on your side that can’t be removed. Yet still you carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;“There is nothing left for me to say… All hope is lost and now it ends…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Imperial Cataclysm, Luigi Lejano, Unreleased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might have guessed, I am once again doing what I do best; accepting and denying it at the same time. Yes, I still love her but I have turned my back on the thought of having her as my own. I have accepted it in my system that it will never be. Even if she will give me a chance, I will still decline. It won’t and never will work out. I have seen that fact even before I tried to fight for it. Though I’m sure that I will meet another one in the future, she will always have a piece of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I shout it our into the world; &lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;“I still and always will love you, even though you never did for me”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I have said it, there is nothing more left for me to say about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103914076792642178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YxjMWv1AlUg/RtS-z6dXWoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eM_WI6xcDng/s200/insigna.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-2074679712621972243?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/2074679712621972243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=2074679712621972243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/2074679712621972243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/2074679712621972243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2007/08/through-you-eyes-everythings-clear.html' title='And then it came...'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YxjMWv1AlUg/RtS-z6dXWoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eM_WI6xcDng/s72-c/insigna.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-6166577239742243801</id><published>2007-08-05T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T08:38:25.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another something</title><content type='html'>i love her and i know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's with someone and I can't do anything about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the time is right, I'll know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when that time comes, we'll see what will happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;a href="http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-one-i-love.html"&gt;open letter&lt;/a&gt; I made was really for her, I know she doesn't know it and I know she never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who she is will remain a mystery to all of you, and it is for me to long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day will come when I will finally say it to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I know that it will not be in the near future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have let go, I have given it up, I have lived with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I have moved on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of one thing, there surely is one thing that begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it for a fact, for I have seen it straight in the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will happen when I do it? only God knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was said, so it shall be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YxjMWv1AlUg/RtS-z6dXWoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eM_WI6xcDng/s1600-h/insigna.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103914076792642178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YxjMWv1AlUg/RtS-z6dXWoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eM_WI6xcDng/s200/insigna.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-6166577239742243801?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/6166577239742243801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=6166577239742243801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/6166577239742243801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/6166577239742243801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-something.html' title='another something'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YxjMWv1AlUg/RtS-z6dXWoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eM_WI6xcDng/s72-c/insigna.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-28624248302041605</id><published>2007-08-01T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:15:45.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>a "poem" i wrote for no one in particular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have concluded/ and this time it's true&lt;br /&gt;It could have been prevented/ but it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;Now I've given it up/ Now I'm letting go;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I longed to have/ yet never meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People change/ but the way you changed was not human&lt;br /&gt;The time we used to spend/ doing nothing, thinking nothing&lt;br /&gt;And that once upon a time/ when I thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;It's gone/ erased though time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to go/ there's nothing left to do&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair why it had to end/ but now my heart can't be filled with regret&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna wail/ like I did last time&lt;br /&gt;This is what I'll do to make you see/ see the pain you left to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spit you out. tear my heart to pull you out&lt;br /&gt;With my hands wrapped in blood/ I'll throw you out&lt;br /&gt;I'll smile as I see you leave/ soon, I'll be in peace&lt;br /&gt;Turn my back from you/ deny I once knew you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on I shall walk alone/ free from your curse&lt;br /&gt;Shout it to the air/ the last words I'll say&lt;br /&gt;Let it go, Give it up, Live with it...&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'll do... Goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panis. tula pa lang kc wla pang music/chords/notes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-28624248302041605?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/28624248302041605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=28624248302041605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/28624248302041605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/28624248302041605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2007/08/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-5982481574510210772</id><published>2007-05-31T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T08:15:56.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Paliwanag sa Pagkawala</title><content type='html'>“Too much of something is bad enough… Too much of nothing is just as tough…”; a few lines from the Spice Girls’ old song “Too Much”. It is true indeed and a good thing for us to keep in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we live in a fast-paced world where 24 hours a day does not seem to be enough. No matter what we try to do, there seems to be no solution to our “Out of Time” problem, thus we tend to give up certain things to make way for the things that need our attention more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students may want to play or have some fun but they also need to study and catch up on the demands of their school. Professionals may want to spend time with their friends and have a good time but they need to work and excel in their chosen profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people choose work or their way of earning income above all else while others invest more in relationships, recreation, or their passions in life. But sometimes, they tend to go beyond what’s necessary and losing what they gave up temporarily permanently. This often leads to bad things. Their social lives crumble, their assets dissolve, their lives start to become miserable, they start to loose everything they hold dear which soon leads to insanity or death by their own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what would be the best solution to this problem? We return to the message of the song: a little bit of everything would go a long way. Balance between everything we need and want. If you say that you can live without fulfilling just some of your wants, you’re fooling no one. It’s human nature to satisfy your wants, at least some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the time comes when we must really choose, we must remember one thing: prioritize. We may give up things temporarily but we should not remove or even try to remove them from our lives. We should still work and give time to our families, study well and play just as well, do what we want but not forget about our responsibilities. And when people do that, they shall see that the world isn’t a miserable and cruel place to live in at all. And we must also remember that whatever things we do with our time, we should always lift them up to the Father so that our time will always be well spent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-5982481574510210772?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/5982481574510210772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=5982481574510210772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/5982481574510210772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/5982481574510210772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2007/05/ang-paliwanag-sa-pagkawala.html' title='Ang Paliwanag sa Pagkawala'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-116770786997827818</id><published>2007-01-02T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T11:20:19.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;Let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are'nt the years enough to tell you it's not worth fighting for? Are'nt the years enough to tell you it's never meant to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;Give it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pointless to force a thing which is destined &lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; to happen. It's stupid to hold on to a thing which was not there in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being faithful is useless if you devote yourself to something which won't become reality. The juice never was worth the squeeze, you were not even given the chance to squeeze the fruit in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;Accept the fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will never happen. It will never become reality. Let it burn out. &lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;Let it die down&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your life thinking about what &lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;"can be"&lt;/span&gt; if it &lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;"can't be"&lt;/span&gt;. Pessimistic? No, just down-to-earth and realistic. Assess the facts, look at it with an open mind and see the truth: &lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;IT CAN NEVER HAPPEN IN THIS LIFE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it go. Give it up. Live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it was said, so it shall be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-116770786997827818?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/116770786997827818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=116770786997827818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/116770786997827818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/116770786997827818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-thing.html' title='Another Thing'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-115863546702055126</id><published>2006-09-19T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T11:22:39.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And then again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#eb8d1c&gt;Why remain single?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can recall that I have been asked this question since my Junior High School days. Everyday since then, I have been haunted by this question. I always thought hard about it and now I have a good and reasonable answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my answer is simple. My answer is my favorite question: &lt;font color=#eb8d1c&gt;Why not?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I may have done some wrong choices in the past about this and I admit they still haunt me up to this day. I have been turned down, I have conceded. I bailed out, I burned out and I have lost friends. And then I realized my mistake: being in a relationship does not fill the void and satisfy the feeling of &lt;font color=#eb8d1c&gt;emotional emptiness&lt;/font&gt;. One must only look at his surroundings and enjoy what he has. It may not work for all, but at least it worked for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say that I was traumatized because of the events that happened in the past. Yes, well, shit happens. But shit is there to be avoided the next time you encounter it. Let me clarify: I enjoy and never regretted being single but I am not giving up on the thought of meeting her someday (and making her mine in the process ^_^).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here, you saw my first reason. My second reason is my passion for gaming. I can recall that my friends joked that if I give my attention (and funds) to a woman instead of the games I play, I will surely have a wife by now. You do not believe it? Try 6-10 hours (or more now that we have a shop) a day and not missing an appointment any day of the week except on the day of the Lord. I know and I admit that if I am to choose from the games I play or my dream girl, I will undoubtedly choose the games I play… unless she also plays the games I play and share the same passion I have! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inconceivable as it may seem, that is the truth. Nobody knows ourselves better than us and if you lie to yourself, what more can you do to another person? Being myself, I know I invest more in my games... And my true friends know how much investment I put into it. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, we reach my third and final reason : my unique and impossible-to-follow lifestyle. Of all the people I know, I only know a handful whose lifestyle is somewhat parallel to mine (no need to name names). Imagine a professional bum-musician, plays bass for the Church, skates on the wee hours of the morning, plays his games religiously and sleeps on his free time. Include teaching his sisters, responsibilities at home and in school, and the responsibility of creating art out of the skateboards of other people. What do you see? I see nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can be added and nothing can be removed. In the current life that I live, it is impossible to put &lt;font color=#eb8d1c&gt;love&lt;/font&gt; in it. With the responsibilities that I have, I will not have time for &lt;font color=#eb8d1c&gt;the one I love&lt;/font&gt;. In the current life that I live, &lt;font color=#eb8d1c&gt;the one I love&lt;/font&gt; cannot live along with me. &lt;font color=#eb8d1c&gt;Loving&lt;/font&gt; the &lt;font color=#eb8d1c&gt;one I love&lt;/font&gt; is not applicable in my life, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece was made not to advertise myself (as opposed to what others might think). This was created for the sole purpose of clarifying, for my friends, once and for all, why I choose to remain single. Believe in what you want, it is not important for me. As long as I had my say and everyone has at least heard a bit of it, I have nothing more to ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-115863546702055126?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/115863546702055126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=115863546702055126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/115863546702055126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/115863546702055126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-then-again.html' title='And then again...'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-115062543798668321</id><published>2006-06-18T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T18:10:38.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Say About the Death Penalty Issue</title><content type='html'>The law makers have been arguing about it for quite sometime and the Church, as always, interfered once again. Now that the death penalty or capital punishment has been abolished, the Philippines will surely be a different place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, though, would I react to such a thing that does not affect me directly? I say so because that no that it is history, the criminals and would-be criminals will surely smile wider. Yes, life imprisonment is still bad, but it is more bearable than the death sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Church also had their say about this issue. They said that taking the life of a person is a violation of God’s Commandments, which I plan not to contest. But if the person sentenced to death killed people before he was taken into custody, which would be the lesser of the two evils? I’d rather take the life of the murderer and be branded one than be eaten by my conscience for setting a madman free on the streets or keeping him idle in a cell and not serving justice equally. Ultimately, the judging still lies in the hands of the Father but I am sure that He will forgive me, if ever I get the chance to make that decision, for it was not for personal vengeance but for the good of the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I am still a college student with no way, whatsoever, of changing the decision of those who abolished it, will walk our city streets with more caution for I know for a fact that the only thing keeping the criminals at bay is gone. Even if it pains me to say this, the Philippines will be a bit less safe now that it is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-115062543798668321?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/115062543798668321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=115062543798668321' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/115062543798668321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/115062543798668321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-say-about-death-penalty-issue.html' title='My Say About the Death Penalty Issue'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-114975376452646712</id><published>2006-06-08T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T16:02:44.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Di naman sa nagyayabang...</title><content type='html'>Here's a little something for you RF-Ph players out there... Pampaalis lng ng boredom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed something about the quality of raiders in the Anacaade Settlement of the Bellato in Altrax, they are not capable enough to kill the one's they were there for in the first place. Why? Here is an example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/accre.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/accre.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture &lt;em&gt;(pasin-tabi na lng kung character mo yung isa sa dalawang to)&lt;/em&gt;, these are two relatively high-levelled players &lt;em&gt;(di hamak na mas mataas kesa sakin)&lt;/em&gt; who are whacking and shooting the hell out of my character &lt;em&gt;(yung nasa gitna)&lt;/em&gt;. As I've analyzed it a while ago, the one with the sword is about lvl 37-39 and the one with the gun is level 35-37. Guess my level? It's only 32... ^_^ And note: I'm only using 1k potions and I'm equipped only with a lvl-31 shield and lvl 31 Long Range armor &lt;em&gt;(both intense)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only three possible reasons why this is so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Accretians are getting weaker and more weaker troops raid our settlements.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm getting stronger.&lt;br /&gt;3. All of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guess is the first option... They can't even kill the freshly-promoted characters! Of course, excluding the god-damned raiders with very strong weapons and high PT's (I salute you), namely the well-PT'd lvl 40+ and the properly-dressed lvl 45+ with ridiculously large amounts of Keen Talics in their weaponry, the raiders are unbelievably weak! They come to hopefully increase their contribution points but instead, they waste large amounts of potions and&lt;br /&gt;end up either giving their contribution points or bailing-out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just my observation... Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace po sa Delta Guild, kung sakaling maligaw kayo dito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-114975376452646712?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/114975376452646712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=114975376452646712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114975376452646712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114975376452646712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2006/06/di-naman-sa-nagyayabang.html' title='Di naman sa nagyayabang...'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-114795412668789464</id><published>2006-05-18T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:08:46.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Decision</title><content type='html'>brothers and sisters, here it is... the official Dewlant Crew skateboard emblem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/Dewlant_Emblem_black.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the emblem was made by your truly... ^_^ this is the emblem we painted on our decks. our official emblem, which is placed on the HQ banner and the shirts was made by my friend, &lt;a href="http://ayel.i.ph"&gt;Mariel Sandico&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to post it when i have the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-114795412668789464?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/114795412668789464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=114795412668789464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114795412668789464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114795412668789464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2006/05/decision.html' title='The Decision'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-114776914550308031</id><published>2006-05-16T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:46:05.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignment ko sa Org Com... ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Is communication important? Of course it is! Without it, stocks will fall, countries will wither, superpowers will crumble and people will die. Come to think of it, communication is the real thing which makes our world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship, communication is very important. Writing a love letter is a good way of expressing your feelings if you are afraid to say it in person. Speaking your feelings openly is necessary in a relationship for it is the best way to set your problems aside and come up with a compromise. Speaking openly will lose its value if you don't listen well with both your ears. If you don't listen well, it will surely be a cause of misunderstanding which is one of the infamous reasons why relationships end in a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, communication is equally important. Listening to your teachers is one really important thing for is it easier to understand lessons with the teacher's guidance rather than reading books alone at home. As I proved it back in highschool in our Physics class, the book was only a tool and the teacher's lectures proved to be more useful for I took down notes well - which also shows the importance of writing well. Expressing yourself well in school in terms of speaking is never less important than the two mentioned earlier. Not only do you get higher grades because of your recitation but you can also express yourself confidently to the faculty: teachers, department heads and the principal. Speaking well helped me and my friends back in highschool too. Several capital punishments were reduced to suspensions because I stood up and defended our side. Yes, a suspension was still bad, but at least my friends could have received worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, the importance of communication in the workplace is never less. Listening well to your boss is obviously necessary for if you do it consistently, you will soon get a promotion, if not, it will cost you your job. Lending an ear to your workmates when they need comfort or help will give you good relationships in the workplace. Speaking well and confidently and keeping in mind the rank of the person who you are talking to will put you far away from harm's reach in the office. Writing well in the office should also be present. We all know that a lot of things happen in the office in a day's time so if you are humble enough to write your appointments and activities in a decent, writable and secure material, forgetting about them will not be an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we see the importance of communication; speaking, writing ang listening, in the different environments we get into everyday. And thus, with no contest, we can say that communication, indeed, makes our world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah, this piece sucks... I admit... It's just compliance for my Organizational Communication subject. Please grade it on a scale of one to ten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;One being not so extreme and Ten being extremely extreme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Extreme Poser Skater Punk, Harold and Kumar: Go to White Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-114776914550308031?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/114776914550308031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=114776914550308031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114776914550308031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114776914550308031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2006/05/assignment-ko-sa-org-com.html' title='Assignment ko sa Org Com... ^_^'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-114673205504349596</id><published>2006-05-04T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:28:55.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Antipolo You Don't Know, and Won't Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Antipolo City. A city situated on the far side of the Sierra Madre Mountain Range. A city which is considered to be religious because of its famous Cathedral. A city in which a lot of agricultural products and exotic items are produced. A city of great talent and skill. And a city I call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people, when asked to describe Antipolo always describe it with the Cathedral, the Hinulugang Taktak Falls, Lorenzo Sumulong, Pinto Art Gallery, and even our very own Tip-Top Disco! &lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt; But who are those people who answer such? The visitors who are lucky enough to stay for a week at the city's fine hotels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still, there are those people living in the city who answer the same way the visitors do: Antipolo is the popular spots visited by the tourists... And that makes me sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why though, you ask? Why would people who describe their city with the best spots to visit make one sad? Why would it make someone sad if people describe the city he lives in with the best image possible? And I answer these with another question - &lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this period, you still cannot see my point, obliously. I cannot comprehend why one person living in his hometown describe it just the same way as a visitor does? Yes, it makes your city look better and it will promote tourists to visit and circulate their money in your town. Yes, it is something one must be proud of about their hometown. But that is not the point. For a person living in your city more than the visit of a tourist, you should know more! &lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;Why promote a thing which all people know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may still be a bit too young to say this but I know a lot about my hometown and I am willing to share some of my knowledge in this piece to those interested in knowing them. I will mention some things in my hometown which makes my days meaningful and the things that never fail to make me happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to my first favorite - &lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;music and arts&lt;/span&gt;. Two names who would somehow ring a bell to your ears - &lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;Frank Magalona&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;Lamberto Sumulong II&lt;/span&gt;. Some "relatively unknown" names who have really known last names. Who are they? Two exceptional artists and musicians and two of my closest friends. My point is not to brag about the people I know, my point is that my hometown has unknown and unrecognized talents except to those who search and listen. Further down the list- &lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;Mark Anthony Lavilla, Francesca Montes, Julie Montes, Ivan Rosal, Karina Mendoza, Paolo Mendoza, Danice O'Hara, Angela Paguio&lt;/span&gt; to name a few... Who are they? Don't know and don't care? Well, I do, so I'm here. They are exceptionally talented people in their respective fields and the only people who know of their talents are their families and close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my second favorite- &lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;places&lt;/span&gt;. I won't deny that the Cathedral and the Hinulugang Taktak Falls are must-sees and I'm not here to take them out of the picture. They are the highlights of the city, &lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;but they are not the city!&lt;/span&gt; There are countless overlooking spots scattered throughout the city and I can't recommend the best for I have not seen them all and I am already amazed at the sights I see outside our terrace! &lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt; And since Antipolo is a good mix of rural and urban areas, you can easily go from a nature/ forest setting to a hot concrete city setting in a matter of minutes. And that's another thing I like about my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I admit that I am one of those people who would rather be alone with a guitar in a quiet and secluded place to search for his soul and stare in wonder at mother nature's works, I will not hesitate to promote the place I really long to call my home- our parish, the &lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;Immaculate Heart of Mary Parish&lt;/span&gt;. It is situated further down the road where the Hinulugang Taktak Falls can be found. It is a quiet, secluded place surrounded by trees where one can find his soul- my ideal place! &lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt; I am not paid, in any way, whatsoever, by the parish to promote it but I just can't help it. Why wont you share a thing you discovered to your friends if it is good? And of course, one must share his blessings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, &lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;(mahaba na eh)&lt;/span&gt; the simple things in my hometown which people tend to overlook. I once had a cousin from our province who spent his vacation in our house one summer way back. When they asked him how does he he describe Antipolo, he made us all laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I quote, &lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;"Antipolo is always passed by airplanes. My hand ached because of too much waving at the airplanes passing above the house"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, we see all airplanes seen by the airport everyday, and it seems today that only the little children appreciate it. I'll admit it, I still find it amusing in a way... On hot summer days, around four in the afternoon, I'll just lie flat on my back at our Bermuda Grass patch outside our house until the sun sets and just stare at the sky and count the airplanes passing by. There are more fun activities which can be done just outside our house like bird watching or snake and monitor lizard evasion or simply walking around our nicely angled and elevated roads in our subdivision! There are some things we no longer enjoy because we think it's lame and we think of what others will say if they see us doing it... &lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;Sheesh! Lame excuse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, we come to the conclusion of this piece- actually and evidently, I'm just describing my hometown in my point of view and with arms raised and my chin up, I can proudly shout it to the world- &lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;(Saklee?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;"Antipolo is my town and nothing can change that! Not even migration!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must be proud of our own hometown which will eventually lead to loving our country. If we just look at the bright side of things, listen to the voices of others and give other people a chance, our country will surely improve! Am I going nowhere? &lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;No, I'm stressing a point!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving one's hometown is loving one's country. And one's hometown is never the sights and activities but the people who they commune with. And thus, we see the point clearly- &lt;span style="color:#eb8d1c;"&gt;love and respect each other and our GNP will surely increase!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Kaya mo yun? Geography, English, Economics, Religion at kung anu-ano pang subjects sa isang piyesa? Saan ka pa?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-114673205504349596?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/114673205504349596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=114673205504349596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114673205504349596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114673205504349596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2006/05/antipolo-you-dont-know-and-wont-care.html' title='The Antipolo You Don&apos;t Know, and Won&apos;t Care'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-114656425001713448</id><published>2006-05-02T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T18:09:02.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My answer to the question...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I always see the question; &lt;font color=#EB8D1C&gt;"What is your favorite song?"&lt;/font&gt; and always see each person's answer change in at most a month's time... It can never be your favorite song if it only lasted for a few days or even months... Well, I have my answer to this question- it's Staind's song &lt;font color=#EB8D1C&gt;Safe Place&lt;/font&gt; from their Break the Cycle Album... Why? Here, take a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day&lt;br /&gt;Inside my world&lt;br /&gt;I'm married toyou and this road&lt;br /&gt;A road that never lets me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So there's no way to escape the&lt;br /&gt;demons I am forced to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I find you here&lt;br /&gt;Through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everything's clear&lt;br /&gt;And I'm home&lt;br /&gt;Inside your arms,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm alone for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean the best&lt;br /&gt;with what I say.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't always&lt;br /&gt;sound that way&lt;br /&gt;I never learned to&lt;br /&gt;Work things out cause&lt;br /&gt;In my family all we&lt;br /&gt;Ever seem to do is shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I find you here&lt;br /&gt;Through your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;everythings clear&lt;br /&gt;And I'm home&lt;br /&gt;inside your arms,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm alone for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I try to sleep-&lt;br /&gt;the drugs I take are killing me -&lt;br /&gt;I think of you to ease my pain -&lt;br /&gt;but you're so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause then I'll find you here&lt;br /&gt;Through your eyes everything's clear -&lt;br /&gt;and I'm home inside your arms -&lt;br /&gt;but I'm alone for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is my favorite for four years now, and it always will be- as a favorite song should be... I never get tired of hearing its verses over-and-over again for it is &lt;font color=#EB8D1C&gt;a song about me and my life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't do drugs and in my family, we don't shout... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I really praise Aaron Lewis for creating such a song... Damn, I wish I can sing and write songs like him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you've heard me, now you can stone me to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-114656425001713448?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/114656425001713448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=114656425001713448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114656425001713448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114656425001713448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-answer-to-question.html' title='My answer to the question...'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-114586137994604445</id><published>2006-04-24T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T10:39:31.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the one I love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Inspiration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it? Who do we consider to be such a person? Well for me, an inspiration is something or, in my case, someone, which sight alone can suffice. Even a glance is enough to make me move and do things I cannot imagine... in a good way, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my brothers and sisters, I am once again in awe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of her in my mind is enough to empower me in times of hardship. In the midst of difficulties, her voice, ringing in my ears, grants me clear concentration. In my busy schedule and hyper-active lifestyle, just a vision of her face stops time. The anticipation of seeing her once more makes the days seem longer and unbearable. Yet, when I'm with her, I'm stuck up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see her approaching, I tremble in fear. Everytime I see her smile, I smile along for no reason at all. Everytime I hear her voice, I get into a trance. And everytime she does what she does best, I just stare blankly into nothing out of sheer awe and brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just too &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#EB8D1C&gt;divine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;; yes, the perfect word for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot fathom why I somehow submit into the mercy of people granted by God the talent I really longed for yet impossible for me to attain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cannot be love, I'm sure enough to bet my life. Yes, the signs are there: the thoughts of the two of us together, the anxiety of waiting when to get a glance of her again, the longing of hearing her voice, the wish of making the moment in her presence last forever and the sleepless nights thinking of her. But the final ingredient is not present - the willingness to do anything and everything for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say that the fear of rejection is the factor affecting the absence of this but in my case, it does not apply. Why, you ask? I know no fear and expressing my feelings openly is my trademark! &lt;i&gt;(di ba batchmates! :D)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you ask, who the hell are you fooling? And I answer this question - believe in what you want! The truth, today, is no longer important! People only believe what looks, sounds and what they think is good so even if the truth is in front of them, they refuse to accept it for it is not good enough for them. God alone knows what is in my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in what you want, mock me for not admitting that I am in love once again. Brand me a liar for not telling the "beautiful truth" about my condition, I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this I tell you, I will remain in awe of her! I will continue to hope in being in her presence. I will continue to long for her sweet voice. I will continue to daydream about her simple yet gorgeous face. And I will not stop anxiously waiting for the time when I will see her again! I will never get tired of helplessly hoping in seeing her smile, even if it's not for me or not caused by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, again you ask? I am happier hoping and remaining inspired by the unattainable than loving and being loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, I quote the downfall of the greatest metal band; "She is everyting to me... The song that no one sings - the unattainable. She's a myth that I have to believe in and all I need to make it real is one more reason. I dont know what to do... She makes me sad..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said it, so I shall stand my ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, my brothers and sisters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-114586137994604445?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/114586137994604445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=114586137994604445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114586137994604445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114586137994604445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-one-i-love.html' title='To the one I love?'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-114422677381546698</id><published>2006-04-05T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:46:13.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Martyr Nyebera</title><content type='html'>Haaay... Got to accept the truth and move on... &lt;em&gt;Ako naman ang nagkulang eh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows what I'm going to do this comming school term. And may my actions be guided by His great Hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers and sisters, pray for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-114422677381546698?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/114422677381546698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=114422677381546698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114422677381546698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114422677381546698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2006/04/martyr-nyebera.html' title='Martyr Nyebera'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-114388107568026046</id><published>2006-04-01T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T16:54:25.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The song I sing the most</title><content type='html'>Yep, ladies and gentlemen... The long wait is over... Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imperial Cataclysm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luigi Lejano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this that i have done to you?&lt;br /&gt;I caused your tears to fall again...&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing that I'll never understand.&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell do I act this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I chose to run away&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to face the fact that I'm to blame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a chance for me to redeem myself?&lt;br /&gt;Or was that the last chance that I put to waste?&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to say those stupid things to you...&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I know sorry won't do me any good this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I thought of what I've done...&lt;br /&gt;But what would it do now that you're gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I fall, face down to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Pinned down as I crawl, with this thing that befell on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left for me to say.&lt;br /&gt;Now that you have gone so far away.&lt;br /&gt;I know I lost my chance, I know I blew it all...&lt;br /&gt;All hope is lost, and now it ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there another option for me to take?&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather die than face this mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again I fall, face down to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Pinned down as I crawl, with this thing that befell on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's &lt;strong&gt;obvious&lt;/strong&gt; what I was going through when I wrote this song... A lot of you will surely think, "who the hell is that song for?" Well, brothers and sisters... &lt;u&gt;You know who this is for...&lt;/u&gt; You just don't think to well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's still not a trademark so plagiarism is allowed... &lt;em&gt;Konsensya mo na lang...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceout, brothers and sisters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-114388107568026046?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/114388107568026046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=114388107568026046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114388107568026046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114388107568026046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2006/04/song-i-sing-most.html' title='The song I sing the most'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-114307799376269445</id><published>2006-03-23T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T17:07:35.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Music - God's gift to the Misunderstood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Is it true that rock music is a genre in music in which the devil resides? There are speculations that this genre, indeed, have violent and &lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#ff9900;" &gt;tainted&lt;/span&gt; messages in them. Supported by the religious and the old people, the world has come to believe that those accusations are true. And along with the posers who spread the word and interpret songs as the calling of the demon, rock music has been branded demonic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock is not what others believed it to be. Most people say it is a catchy tune played with noisy instruments or organized growls which sound appealing to the masses. All these are somehow correct but the most accurate definition of rock music today is &lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#ff9900;" &gt;the form of music which reflects the society and the sole genre capable of easily crossing other genres and influencing them as well&lt;/span&gt;, thus, the birth of the rock variations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock songs are undeniably &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the noisy version of Pop&lt;/span&gt; because they both express the same feelings... love, friendship, trust and so on. But the only difference between them is that rock songs also profess the exact opposite of those feelings such as hate, loathing, doubt, anger and so on. Thus, making the shallow thinkers conclude that these feelings expressed in the songs are caused by the devil. But they refuse to see that these so called &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;demonic feelings&lt;/span&gt; are everyday human feelings and including them in the songs one creates is a healthy and creative way of expressing feelings openly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a concrete example... Songs of the famous rock band Incubus. As their name suggests, they are demons who violate women in the dead of night. But what do their famous songs &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wish You Were Here&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pardon Me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#ff9900;" &gt;Drive&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt; contain? Positive feelings such as love, hope, and inspiration expressed in rock songs. Let us take their other noisier songs in the picture... &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nu Skin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nice To Know You&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Megalomaniac&lt;/span&gt; and the likes. Do they contain demonic messages of hint whatsoever of demon worship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The answer is a big fat no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from this example, we must remember the old saying: never judge a book by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example of and old yet still recognizable rock band locally... Slapshock. Though undeniably, their songs have ridiculous amounts of profanity, they are still expressing feelings of regular human beings living their everyday lives in their own creative way. Song examples with somewhat &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt; titles, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Queen Paranoia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anino Mo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Evil Clown&lt;/span&gt; and the likes. They may contain profanity but if you listen and analyze carefully, you will see that these songs are clean. And from this example, we can also learn something. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ignorance, indeed, plays a major role in the wrong branding of rock music.&lt;/span&gt; Most people look at the titles and listen to the sounds with their minds set that the song is bad, thus judging automatically that the song is tainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best example of the so called demonic, violent, deranged, and evil form of music known to the world is unquestionably Slipknot. We see people in the streets wearing shirts with the name Slipknot in black shirts along with voodoo dolls, pentagrams and the number 666 so it is easy to formulate that the band is the demon made flesh and playing musical instruments. Yes, all their songs express loathing to the highest degree and profanity beyond reasoning. And their song titles are undeniably evil, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Heretics Anthem&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My Plague&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wait And Bleed&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;End of Everything&lt;/span&gt; and so on... But did you ever spend some time to endure their eardrum wrecking intros and actually listen to their songs with an open mind? I am sure you can not because their intros are very loud and most of the time, when non rock patrons listen to the songs, they stop it before the end of the first verse because they can endure it no longer. But that is not the point... the point is that the feelings they expressed in those songs are good figures of speech. The demons they mention in their songs are other people who they are angry at. The anger they profess may be at bit too exaggerated but we all feel anger in our lives, right? When shallow thinkers and low IQ people listen to them, they misinterpret them really bad and the rest of us who think well about what we listen to are brought down along with them. It is common for artists in the rock industry to make songs of hate and anger because, through personal experience, rock patrons are the most persecuted and least understood people in the industry. It is sad, but it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a really food thing about rock music which none can contradict: rock music brings all people together. Even today, in our suffering country where finding &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;money is harder that finding love&lt;/span&gt;, people can still attend concerts with high price tags even though they find it hard to even look for food. I confess I do not like to mingle with the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lesser &lt;/span&gt;rock patrons but when in a concert, we greet each other as though we are brothers and get together well. It is easier to unite people through rock songs because the messages are delivered strong and direct. And as Bamboo showed it perfectly with their song &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Noypi&lt;/span&gt;, they united the Filipino in saying to the world : &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pinoy ako! Buo aking loob, may agimat ang dugo ko!&lt;/span&gt; And that song empowered a lot of people who conceded to the fact that since they are Filipinos, they no longer have a chance to experience the good life. It would not surprise me if one day, for some reason, that song becomes our National Anthem! &lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, we can conclude that rock music is more of a blessing than a curse to us. It unites people, it helps people express their feelings and it also helps in all sorts of ways in which we do not see clearly. And thus, we can confidently say that rock music is only another genre in music and the devil has no control of it, whatsoever. And that the rock patrons are good people who only need to be given a chance to be heard and understood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#ff9900;" &gt;I am an optimistic rock patron and I do not want the thing I love the most be branded evil by the people who do not even understand what they are saying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Respect us, and the respect you give us will be honored and be given to you as well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-114307799376269445?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/114307799376269445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=114307799376269445' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114307799376269445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114307799376269445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2006/03/rock-music-gods-gift-to-misunderstood.html' title='Rock Music - God&apos;s gift to the Misunderstood'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-114220900614653230</id><published>2006-03-13T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T08:16:46.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcements</title><content type='html'>1. If there is, for whatever reason, a drummer getting lost here and is reading my post and lives in the Antipolo/Taktak area, I am asking you to help our parish! We need a drumer (who has a drumset) to play for the parish band... If you are interested, please call or text me at 09225867371 or better yet, tag in the Freedom wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Brotherhood now uses the Class B code. I f for some reason, whatsoever that you have decoded the Class A, well I'm sorry but you have to decode all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Hraboth Crew has a new name - The Dewley Antz... We hate ants because they eat our unattended tuna and we hate Dewley, a fellow crew member! :D &lt;em&gt;(Peace tayo Dew!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have new letters in my Alphabet... Sa mga nakaka alam, tumahimik na lang! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm going to post my near-perfect (19.75/20) informative speech/essay about the speculations against Rock and Death Metal music... Kung posero ka na naniniwala na ang Rock ay bigay sa atin ng dimonyo, wag ka na ulit bumalik dito para basahin yung essay at di lang tayo magkakasundo... At magkakataniman pa ng sama ng loob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Wala na, nasabi ko na lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming salamat po sa patuloy na pagpapatnubay sa blog na ito... Mabuhay ang Pilipinong malaya at di nagpapa apekto sa iba! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-114220900614653230?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/114220900614653230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=114220900614653230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114220900614653230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114220900614653230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2006/03/announcements.html' title='Announcements'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-114005046553514930</id><published>2006-02-16T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T08:41:05.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding me?</title><content type='html'>Bakit ganoon? Ang dali makipag-talo at makipag-away pero kapag makikipag-ayos, sobrang hirap? Tang-inang tanong yan, parang tanga ung nag-tanong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letse...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang haba na ng na-post ko nun, nasira pa! Nakakatamad tuloy mag-post ulit ng mahaba... Di bale, may hard copy naman ako nung essay ko na yun kaya baka maipist ko un sometime within the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn, I hate Orange and Lemons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I love my ABC!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-114005046553514930?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/114005046553514930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=114005046553514930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114005046553514930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/114005046553514930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2006/02/understanding-me_16.html' title='Understanding me?'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-113521269377586849</id><published>2005-12-22T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T09:03:00.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Insight About Something...</title><content type='html'>Yes, you read the title right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering for quite a few days what do we really attain from having &lt;strong&gt;"serious"&lt;/strong&gt; relationships with the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, inspiration, something to make us move, something to keep us living for the next days... But after that? What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who seem to be too exited to have relationships. Yes, indeed - female friends. Too exited to the point that they seem to be the one courting the guy... I have no grudges with the female population who make the first move, but being raised in a conservative and religious family, I strongly believe that it is wrong. We may say that the Western people do it but we are not like them... Make a move, yes but never do something stupid like proposing - especially if you are a girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who always say that they are hopeless in love, some say they are cursed, some even say the best move for them is to go to the convent and be a nun! Damn them... If they want attention, they should do something, not whine about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can recall that a friend approached me a couple of weeks back seeking help about her "frickin crush". She does not know what to do because she fell for her bestfriend and her bestfriend seems to be courting a girl. &lt;em&gt;(Kung tutuusin, mas panalo ung chic na un kesa sa kaibigan ko! :D) &lt;/em&gt;She kept on telling me things and being a good listener, I listened to my heart's content. In the end, I saw that she was getting desperate in finding a guy for her... &lt;em&gt;(Tsk, tsk, tsk... Nandito naman ako eh! :D) &lt;/em&gt;I hate people who are desperate in frantically searching for love - yes &lt;strong&gt;SEARCHING&lt;/strong&gt;. They're searching for it to the extremes... Damn... I've always told my friends to wait for love and not search for it because what they will find is cheap love which always ends in tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do they do? &lt;em&gt;And i quote urbandub - &lt;/em&gt;All my words fell on &lt;strong&gt;deaf ears&lt;/strong&gt;... What's the point in helping people who don't tell their problems to you and force you to help them? &lt;em&gt;Haaaaay... Ang Pilipinas nga talaga...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to my friends, especially the female ones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - I will say this again, for the Nth time, &lt;strong&gt;WAG NA KAYO MAGPILIT!!! &lt;/strong&gt;Kami ang nahihirapan sa inyo eh... Sa tingin nyo ba, nasisiyahan kami kapag maling lalake nanaman ang napili nyo? Onting ingat na lang... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what the hell? I'm a frickin loser who has a lot to say.. Who the hell agrees with me? I don't care if I stand alone with my views as long as they are heard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't proud of what I do, but I will never be ashamed of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-113521269377586849?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/113521269377586849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=113521269377586849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/113521269377586849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/113521269377586849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2005/12/insight-about-something.html' title='An Insight About Something...'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11584937.post-113228173810425462</id><published>2005-11-18T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T10:42:18.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return...</title><content type='html'>Mga kapatid, bubuksan ko na ulit ang weblog ko... Kaso, sa pagkakataong ito, puro views na lang... Wla nang kwento... Rerecover ko lng ung olugins ko, and i'll be back in no time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11584937-113228173810425462?l=tokwafumet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/feeds/113228173810425462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11584937&amp;postID=113228173810425462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/113228173810425462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11584937/posts/default/113228173810425462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokwafumet.blogspot.com/2005/11/return.html' title='The Return...'/><author><name>Lord Luigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07251995294938217764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/kamikaze69/thumbs/visual_illusions-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
