tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37656095439220101822023-11-16T21:11:57.747+08:00Half the World Awaythe universe is parallel. across stars and planets follow a copywriter in web marketing as he weaves time and space to radiate a galaxy of his thoughts within.Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-89842059052197439122008-03-17T09:44:00.002+08:002008-03-17T09:48:52.837+08:00The ENDI updated this blog because I signed up an account with Blogsvertise. It's basically a pay per post program wherein they give you a set of keywords and links and give you $10 for a 200 word entry. See the Paris post? That's basically it.<br /><br />Problem is that they saw that this blog was meant to stop publishing, and probably realized that I'm just in it for the pay. Well, I am in it for the pay. But boo hoo, they rejected my post.<br /><br />So that's it. Again, please visit <a href="http://www.tjcafuir.com">tjcafuir.com</a> co'z for real, Half the World Away is now deceased.Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com168tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-5687528928105760662008-03-11T09:39:00.003+08:002008-03-11T09:49:29.270+08:00INCUBUS ROCKS!Well well, I got to watch the Incubus concert last Sunday at the Araneta Coliseum after all. It was a blast!<br /><br />Me and my friend was already at the venue around 5pm. Like the delinquents that we are, we were drinking Red Horse at Padi's Point and probably got on the borderline of being intoxicated, and this was about 3 hours before the actual concert.<br /><br />All changed when Incubus took center stage.<br /><br />The crowd erupted to see the band of our generation. It was pandemonium when Brandon Boyd began rocking out to their most popular songs and of course, he got the crowd mezmerized. It was pretty much like that the whole night. The concert reminded me of my love for music.<br /><br />Well, back to reality now. My rock star aspirations are now online. Haha.Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-41421003647853056912008-03-08T15:17:00.011+08:002008-03-08T18:12:35.909+08:00We'll Always Have Paris<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHYGnz0VxpRIX6hSUpWfEZ7md4Pa7CfQv_qg4dIJJ2XDtjSLir8HraEL5P6__ZPEgmUo8zwlIQPq9Mh_OXDHNl0z4FbIxMCYMmrNGX7osYlErx60e-JcF3pL9e2No6nOHYFIpuUCBBAB4/s1600-h/Casablanca.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHYGnz0VxpRIX6hSUpWfEZ7md4Pa7CfQv_qg4dIJJ2XDtjSLir8HraEL5P6__ZPEgmUo8zwlIQPq9Mh_OXDHNl0z4FbIxMCYMmrNGX7osYlErx60e-JcF3pL9e2No6nOHYFIpuUCBBAB4/s320/Casablanca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175288601454131650" border="0" /></a>Paris. A place synonymous to what perhaps is the greatest thing in the world. Love. And just like the memories left by Ilsa and Rick on the lavish <a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.co.uk/France/Paris/">Paris Hotels</a> where they stayed, let's take a stroll along the most romantic and captivating places in France.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">First stop</span>, of course, one of the most popular monument in the world, the Eiffel Tower.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-jPCgcQ0UO71sgxFEN-LpmImQIGBthw-NeWmY0NFw3fC1Lgdw6d88rTDB5Y9f-lxmibDygUMpa_8bTsZ2RuvaFSnt8aEl3S2jivBpyzAw9_dRrTEfHj05nA0dlQ-hu1XyRTEaRt1lYBBg/s1600-h/eiffel-tower-dusk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-jPCgcQ0UO71sgxFEN-LpmImQIGBthw-NeWmY0NFw3fC1Lgdw6d88rTDB5Y9f-lxmibDygUMpa_8bTsZ2RuvaFSnt8aEl3S2jivBpyzAw9_dRrTEfHj05nA0dlQ-hu1XyRTEaRt1lYBBg/s320/eiffel-tower-dusk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175291229974116818" border="0" /></a></div>Built in 1889 by engineer Gustav Eiffel, the towering monument stands 1,063 ft. high and since its construction has accumulated over 200,000,000 visitors.<br /><br />Just look at the romantic backdrop of the tower against the sleepy skies. A stroll with your loved one along the passageways of the park nearby will surely lit up the romance, much like the brilliant lighting of the tower. Accommodation from <a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.co.uk/France/">France hotels</a> nearby are a great way to just enjoy the scenic presence of this tower.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Second stop</span>, the Arc De Triomphe.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir585qlA241seh32-VJLybvuFWozGtQnv8nI8jmefjZX6h4W9mPrUhQQDDfqAbR8gCDsZ6rh6evq27OG__mIznQO1K75Pp1Hh321FmPxgzevU1PTCpjYgBRcBv-jeapHvPHi_8iMxaE3bQ/s1600-h/Arc_Triomphe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir585qlA241seh32-VJLybvuFWozGtQnv8nI8jmefjZX6h4W9mPrUhQQDDfqAbR8gCDsZ6rh6evq27OG__mIznQO1K75Pp1Hh321FmPxgzevU1PTCpjYgBRcBv-jeapHvPHi_8iMxaE3bQ/s320/Arc_Triomphe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175295271538342370" border="0" /></a></div>Situated at the western end of the Champs-Elysees, the most famous avenue with a streamline of <a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.co.uk/France/Nice/">nice hotels</a>, the Arc of Triumph stands gracefully to the marvel of every passer-by. Truly a majestic view, the Arc is a favorite stopover for lovers at a lovely night walk.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Third stop</span>, we'll go gothic at the Notre Dame Cathedral.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpRO8LwTPQugGTuQLJWjNgnVxqy0y_IsFOp98RAeotHwaaUHlJns390avubCFBibHIPf0nU2Ca80jJw8yCZqh8OCehs8z6MICliGb83L828CHcmrtEmQJ9y9bFGoyV0jpq7qc3J9mWhsuN/s1600-h/notre_dame_wideweb__430x285,0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpRO8LwTPQugGTuQLJWjNgnVxqy0y_IsFOp98RAeotHwaaUHlJns390avubCFBibHIPf0nU2Ca80jJw8yCZqh8OCehs8z6MICliGb83L828CHcmrtEmQJ9y9bFGoyV0jpq7qc3J9mWhsuN/s320/notre_dame_wideweb__430x285,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175301284492556850" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Better to stay at a handful of <a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.co.uk/France/Paris/Notre-Dame---Latin-Quarter/">Paris Latin Quarter Hotels</a> near the Cathedral, for one tends to become mesmerized by the beauty of this fabled cathedral. The church is enveloped in history bearing witness to the most memorable moments in French History. Here is where Napoleon was crowned emperor, where Joan of Arc is canonized and where the novel Hunchback of Notre Dame was conceptualized. A trip here would definitely bring a sense of antiquity and mystique.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Fourth Stop</span>, The Louvre.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDYek7lR5rRG7LmgRNbpX5llnwSNFLSKeRolqp9PWYADlwAI4vQetLS7IyEmu4-JGTI39yaK1W5MavzaZVJT-Ccg4FjsCWhEZfoaZnahz4RNoErgEIlWiOOtm2qZu9OaQloavYxpzIffXP/s1600-h/louvre38acr2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDYek7lR5rRG7LmgRNbpX5llnwSNFLSKeRolqp9PWYADlwAI4vQetLS7IyEmu4-JGTI39yaK1W5MavzaZVJT-Ccg4FjsCWhEZfoaZnahz4RNoErgEIlWiOOtm2qZu9OaQloavYxpzIffXP/s320/louvre38acr2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175305283107109458" border="0" /></a></div>Supposedly, as the book suggests, below this pyramid is where Mary Magdalene is buried. Well, that's what Da Vinci Code author Dan Brown thinks so. In reality, the Louvre is the most visited and famous museum in the world.<br /><br />Housing the greatest paintings known to man, especially my favorite The Virgin of the Rocks, is housed and exhibited. It is best to stride hand in hand with your special someone as you go along in the presence of the magnificence.<br /><br />Fifth Stop, the mega Centre Pompidou.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQBMdOFKzO_xc1nr-66nJZHn9miys-hb6EXyOWqOY2J88_V41eOzpdPpOaa2TUWPafdp6tAnmuD8ZnOyfcVLvH_fLTv8SXws_yrJE4p109YqsffvqhB_pp8sfcxkMF3IGw41NP95WeeLr9/s1600-h/pompidou.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQBMdOFKzO_xc1nr-66nJZHn9miys-hb6EXyOWqOY2J88_V41eOzpdPpOaa2TUWPafdp6tAnmuD8ZnOyfcVLvH_fLTv8SXws_yrJE4p109YqsffvqhB_pp8sfcxkMF3IGw41NP95WeeLr9/s320/pompidou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175307447770626658" border="0" /></a>A modern day brainchild on Europe's most sought after architects and engineers, this ultra-multiform complex houses libraries, music centers and many other faculties. A nice day out in front of the structure sure brings out the creativity in all of us. Students and scholars usually flock to this place for inspiration.<br /><br />Seems like this would be our final stop, for now. There are many more places to go in Paris and perhaps staying in <a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.co.uk/France/Paris">cheap Paris hotels</a> would be the best choice for travelers.<br /><br />As fate would have it, our heroes in the movie Casablanca would eventually part ways. But as the immortal words uttered by Humphrey Bogart, "We'll always have Paris." After all, with all the places one can go in the most romantic city in the world, two hearts would forever be bound by the radiant splendid that is, Paris.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div>Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-15618416087968571162008-03-06T10:41:00.003+08:002008-03-06T10:50:48.932+08:00Apocalypse NOW<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPksXp6XkPK1UAVxWHSzLcl66_LMZhoXo7jedDx4GrduKq1o-7taFXtPqXG8R-YCiRTTFb2abNrF6xVu_U4aXuxNtHjxIPhYjXAxCUJUEQO8xTdja8K9cbLuIrTRG79PafLhOgkR4FOHHh/s1600-h/apocalypse_now_ver3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPksXp6XkPK1UAVxWHSzLcl66_LMZhoXo7jedDx4GrduKq1o-7taFXtPqXG8R-YCiRTTFb2abNrF6xVu_U4aXuxNtHjxIPhYjXAxCUJUEQO8xTdja8K9cbLuIrTRG79PafLhOgkR4FOHHh/s320/apocalypse_now_ver3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174454979276399138" border="0" /></a><br />One of my personal favorite movies <a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/apocalypse_now/">of all time</a>.<br /></div>Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-60853727671726916932008-03-04T12:26:00.002+08:002008-03-04T12:31:26.929+08:00YUNG HEADER KO!!!Can you see my infamous blog header of me sitting contemplative along the streets of Ortigas at the loneliest of nights? NO? Kc Nawawala! Damn *uckin' IMAGESHACK!!!Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-21468613711834181542008-02-28T12:42:00.002+08:002008-02-28T13:00:56.000+08:00Work SucksBut it doesn't mean that I hate my job or that I hate working. Try to view it literally. Work does suck almost every part of our whole being.<br /><br />It depletes our minds (creativity, intelligence, wit, IQ, etc.) and saps our physical strength (stress, body aches, effin' carpal tunnel syndrome) but... what can we do? We must work in order for us to survive. The thing is, what do we do now that we are surviving? Again I go by my title, work sucks.<br /><br />During the work week, all I can think about is to go on a vacation. Maybe to the beach, the hills or anywhere outdoors. Yes, I do have the money to go for it.. but I no longer have the strength to actually do it. I've been so stressed by work that all I want to do is sleep all day on Saturdays and Sundays.<br /><br />Work sucks. There's gonna be a rock concert this coming March and I'm afraid I won't be able to catch it. Why? Because I have to be in front of a computer and add content to a couple of blogs.<br /><br />So there I go. Working my ass off that there is no more room for anything worthwhile. Please refer to the title.Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-775474012860339192008-02-27T17:54:00.003+08:002008-02-27T18:01:04.604+08:00If I Had Eyes<div><object height="336" width="420"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x469x4&v3=1&related=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x469x4&v3=1&related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="336" width="420"></embed></object><br /><b><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x469x4_jack-johnson-if-i-had-eyes_music">Jack Johnson - If I Had Eyes</a></b><br /><i><br /></i>Finally. A great song from his latest album Sleep Through Static.<br />Come on everyone. Let's all sing to this great tune.<br /><br />If I had eyes in the back of my head<br />I would have told you that<br />You looked good<br />As I walked away<br /><br />And if you could've tried to trust the hand that fed<br />You would've never been hungry<br />But you never really be<br /><br />The more of this or less of this or is there any difference<br />or are we just holding onto the things we don't have anymore<br /><br />Sometimes time doesn't heal<br />No not at all<br />Just stand still<br />While we fall<br />In or out of love again I doubt I'm gonna win you back<br />When you got eyes like that<br />It won't let me in<br />[If I Had Eyes lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]<br /><br />Always looking out<br /><br />Lot of people spend their time just floating<br />We were victims together but lonely<br />You got hungry eyes that just can't look forward<br />Can't give them enough but we just can't start over<br />Building with bent nails we're<br />falling but holding, I don't wanna take up anymore of your time<br />Time time time<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sometimes time doesn't heal</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">No not all</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Just stand still</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">While we fall</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In or out of love again I doubt I'm gonna win you back</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When you got eyes like that</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It won't let me in</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Always looking out</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Always lookin</span><br /></div>Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-62836421848270050632007-12-14T14:05:00.000+08:002007-12-14T14:11:12.409+08:00Forward On...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDvXBSN96K2NY37d9s1unZEnE632_Z1walOkiZ4HOCkNaZgZUB4IGK7MW4aLkIZpo0z-B2-chxAo7jCHHEOA43Jz5MnKVCcupKdWtYK3RmtNNLSkYx-1atv2aAFo-BG2o98KMpmEi6llbs/s1600-h/9.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 342px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDvXBSN96K2NY37d9s1unZEnE632_Z1walOkiZ4HOCkNaZgZUB4IGK7MW4aLkIZpo0z-B2-chxAo7jCHHEOA43Jz5MnKVCcupKdWtYK3RmtNNLSkYx-1atv2aAFo-BG2o98KMpmEi6llbs/s320/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143707012626438146" border="0" /></a>Probably my last entry. For everything else about me, go to <a href="http://www.tjcafuir.com/">Tj Cafuir</a>.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />+++<br /></div><br /> In every where we may be, always remember that there once was a place... Half the World Away. The days passed by quite alright. Thanks readers.Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-46536867210791756132007-12-13T18:11:00.000+08:002007-12-13T18:12:29.607+08:00On the Day I Was Born<div style="text-align: center;">December 13, 1982. Happy Birthday to me.<br /></div>Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-64848287308177430352007-11-28T17:38:00.000+08:002007-12-03T15:41:56.560+08:00tjcafuir.comI gots me own domain alright. But I'm just so preoccupied with work right now that I couldn't even change the template. Maybe I'll start working on it come December and no, it's not gonna be PunkSEO like what I originally planned.<br /><br />Aww... I'll miss my blogspot page. <a href="http://www.tjcafuir.com/">Tjcafuir.com</a> wouldn't be Half the World Away. Half the World Away is for me, Tjcafuir.com on the other hand, is just merely for the sake of having your own site. I'll work around it though. The only problem is, I have to stop blogging here in order to better link build the other one. <a href="http://tjcafuir.blogspot.com/">Half the World Away</a>, I'll miss you. Ahuhuhu achu...Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-72783111580562950912007-11-24T09:52:00.000+08:002007-11-25T15:34:35.720+08:00One More ChanceBeing the cineaste that I am, and being the <a href="http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/">Ebert </a>apostle that I am, there wasn't a minute in the movie that I wasn't criticizing the script, the storyline, the scenes, the cinematography (there wasn't any) and basically the whole storyline. Very much the reason why I don't watch Pinoy films anymore, save only <a href="http://tjcafuir.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-very-first-article.html">the worthy Indie</a>. But hey, after a day of work and routine, a cheesy feel-good "Life is like a fairytale" flick suddenly deserves a two-thumbs up.<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">+++<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">But it wasn't about the movie.<br /></div></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">+++<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">There's nothing like strolling the mall with her arms around mine, passing by countless clothing stores. There's nothing like hearing her ask, "Aw, the dress looks good on me" and me re-assuring "Yeah. It sure does". There's nothing like telling myself "I don't have money now, but I will buy her that soon." Nothing like her realizing that.<br /><br />There's nothing like when you dine and catch up on things. Nothing like how the corniest jokes told can suddenly replace painful longing. Nothing like being a clown really does feels appropriate and funny. Nothing like the greatest isolation in the world. Nothing like us, together, just the way we were.<br /><br />There's nothing like the cinema. Nothing like the glare of the big screen on a pretty face. Nothing like the faint glow in her eyes. Nothing like sweet nothings whispered. Nothing like how two center seats voyage into universe. Nothing like the two of us in the greatest dark of the world.<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">There's nothing like how movies bring two people together. Nothing like how a romantic comedy hits close to the heart. Nothing like watching her laugh, cry, cry and laugh again. Nothing like her being the greatest scene of every minute. And no movie can make me cry last night. I was beside her and there it was, One Last Chance.<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">+++<br /></div></div></div></div>Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-70079656296662685552007-11-14T10:44:00.000+08:002007-11-14T10:53:23.430+08:00AVA<object height="351" width="432"><param name="movie" value="http://www.megavideo.com/v/5ZBIDZFBb36c6decfb3bd975e0057fab21191b83.61128730.0"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.megavideo.com/v/5ZBIDZFBb36c6decfb3bd975e0057fab21191b83.61128730.0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="351" width="432"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">DO IT FOR ME NOW</span><br />Angels and Airwaves<br /><br /><table border="0" width="100%"><tbody><tr><td><br /></td> <td align="center"> <br /></td> </tr> </tbody></table> I'm frightened at night and the wind has a roar<br />It seeps through the hall and from under the door<br />Like the shit that was said<br />I can't take it that well<br />I give and I give and I give and I give and I'm still<br />Lost and hurt and bone thin from the love that's been starved<br />I know it got close but I'm sure it's too far<br />From the point of suspense, we know it should be<br />The end of that part of our favorite movie<br />When the guy grabs the girl and gives her his hand<br />Says take me away from this torturous land<br />Cause the grave is set up, the hole that I dug<br />I gave and I gave and I gave and I gave you my trust<br />Like the time that we kissed and you gave me a lie<br />To add to the scene you pretended to cry<br />But I'm here and I'm cool, the way that it is<br />Just give me a chance and I'll try to forgive<br /><br />And I don't know<br />And I can't guess<br />If it's gonna be OK<br />But now my last wish<br />Is that you do this with me<br />Kiss me here and hold my hand<br />Let me feel like I'm the only one<br />I know you can<br />Won't you do it for me now<br /><br />I've really had it with the rain of the tears<br />The predictable storm that has come every year<br />And it sneaks in from shore with a bat in its hand<br />I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying I can't<br />You're a thief and a witch but I love you to death<br />You steal my heart and curse under your breath<br />But the one thing that I can most willingly prove<br />That when you are gone I'll be fine without you<br /><br />And I don't know<br />And I can't guess<br />If it's gonna be OK<br />But now my last wish<br />Is that you do this with me<br />Kiss me here and hold my hand<br />Let me feel like I'm the only one<br />I know you can<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Won't you do it for me now?</span><br /><br />Now just hold on, hold on to me<br />Hold on, hold on to me (hold on to me)<br />Hold on, hold on to me (hold on to me)<br />Hold on, hold on to me (hold on to me)<br />Hold on, hold on to me (hold on to me)<br />Hold on, hold on to me (hold on to me)<br />Hold on, hold on to me (hold on to me)<br />Hold on, hold on to me (hold on to me)<br />Hold on, hold on to me (hold on to me)<br />Hold on, hold on to me (hold on to me)<br /><br /><br /></div>Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-91072611695549201822007-11-13T10:19:00.000+08:002007-11-13T10:23:41.019+08:00"Cute W/O the E"<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggjFW7WLr4tvk7OelXN8NKsKVKDHeBoQ1cehmRNkZOoFeTujVE_hIFHJcs178o55ggxYqWtCrb1bxB32UgqaIE91XIaoc5runyD95t4RkUSyRCNYkUigBu5EkC7fMhXUAcpq1hKybtL3Vp/s1600-h/meandsalee.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggjFW7WLr4tvk7OelXN8NKsKVKDHeBoQ1cehmRNkZOoFeTujVE_hIFHJcs178o55ggxYqWtCrb1bxB32UgqaIE91XIaoc5runyD95t4RkUSyRCNYkUigBu5EkC7fMhXUAcpq1hKybtL3Vp/s320/meandsalee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132144261882364338" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-18630502253928222092007-11-07T17:31:00.000+08:002007-11-08T13:42:55.662+08:00November BrainI can see myself wearing eyeglasses now. I'm spending more than 10 hours a day in front of the computer scouring the web and I'm going nerd. Plus, I have to delve into Google Base. The optimization requires a lot of programming details. I hate it.<br /><br />Also, I'm creating another blog. This time its more professional and it will serve as my "portfolio". I figured if ever I'm going further with SEO, I must have a site wherein future employers can visit and say that this douchebag does know something. And oh, I'm gonna bombard it with Adsense.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">+++<br /></div><br />My eyes hurt already and I've actually felt this back from my copywriting days. A rimmed co-worker told me that its nothing grave and its just an eye strain. It did went away for some time but now it seems my left eye throbs painfully by the day. Like they say, prevention is better than cure so I'll be getting glasses soon.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4o2SI09iZmGKj3P5y_rHrnhIaJvSM4lCIfVWdjpoSj3UqH6KMESFwC0b1Rt-cufHB0ot0MKWCtabQRCGJY2_3Gq-dlsWWYQ0_gAQDAPqQMJRzauz313dSHDVhOIre1GaMaUD0u6r1DWh/s1600-h/Secret-window.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4o2SI09iZmGKj3P5y_rHrnhIaJvSM4lCIfVWdjpoSj3UqH6KMESFwC0b1Rt-cufHB0ot0MKWCtabQRCGJY2_3Gq-dlsWWYQ0_gAQDAPqQMJRzauz313dSHDVhOIre1GaMaUD0u6r1DWh/s320/Secret-window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130279507341525410" border="0" /></a>Oh Bugger. Soon I'll be looking like this guy right here.<br /><br /><br /></div>Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-46934705781691322842007-10-31T15:19:00.000+08:002007-10-31T18:51:14.429+08:00A Good Month<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)font-size:130%;" >Half the World Away</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.prchecker.info/" target="_blank"><img alt="Display Page Rank Icon" src="http://www.prchecker.info/PR1_img.gif" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Thanks to Google Page Rank I'm giving myself a vacation. My corporate blogs and <a href="http://tjcafuir.blogspot.com/">Half the World Away</a> got their first "ranking" by Google. <a href="http://escadillac.blogspot.com/">Escalade Love</a> ranked highest with 4 while <a href="http://automechanics.wordpress.com/">Auto Mechanic</a> got 3 and <a href="http://drivebling.blogspot.com/">Ridin' Dirty</a> getting a 2. Now were getting some authority and <a href="http://www.seobook.com/google-lowered-my-pagerank-was-i-penalized">all this hullabaloo</a> about the algorithm wouldn't change the fact that PR is PR. Furthermore, my sites are well on their way on achieving incentives. Quite a good month really.<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">+++<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">So yeah. I'm going surfing.... WOHOOO!!!<br /><br /></div></div>Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-91950986384639942622007-10-30T11:03:00.000+08:002007-10-31T13:23:10.506+08:00Google PowerGoogle is the shiznit. They can glorify and condemn all without repercussions. You wanna know why? Simple, they're Google and for me, currently, they are the Internet. Simmer down Web 2.0 folks. You'd hate me for saying this I know, but here's my stand. There will come a time when everyone of us will only need Google.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJY9kPUosXW2-a4wOSj9b7Vboncmig2ILfXJ4clbZ3Nm9tjOyxkwMQS67WyKbdwn2dSEypz1dhiCbvoANz6haA4RCb5E7hWuzh-duuT14F8XF3dqKwhQsv8kzz9TfQN8D5IhTi8ip59xq/s1600-h/google-as-a-giant-robot.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJY9kPUosXW2-a4wOSj9b7Vboncmig2ILfXJ4clbZ3Nm9tjOyxkwMQS67WyKbdwn2dSEypz1dhiCbvoANz6haA4RCb5E7hWuzh-duuT14F8XF3dqKwhQsv8kzz9TfQN8D5IhTi8ip59xq/s320/google-as-a-giant-robot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127001701887409842" border="0" /></a>Intergalactic</div><br />Web search service, is now the realm of Google. As of August this year, the $6.1 billion global search engine company is the most used search engine with a 53.6% market share. Now that's half of everything else. That's a lot of users.<br /><br />What else? Oh, Google Mail, News, Video, Maps, Groups, Product Search (still on the beta stage), uhm what else.. there's a lot more. Oh okay, Google Earth wherein satellite powered mapping search can zoom in on your head's bald spot. Definitely not basic. And how about the social media sites that the company bought? YouTube, Blogger, Jaiku, Picasa and a whole lot of technologies are on the list.<br /><br />Now let's talk about more outstanding stuff. With all those applications basking in popularity, there's something more Google wants. Basically, the aim is to kick Microsoft's ass off the software kingdom. There you go Mr. Gates.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"As Google rapidly rolls out new products, the company best known for its wildly popular search engine is muscling into the software giant's turf, including its stronghold: the computer desktop."<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-The Associated Press<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div> This was actually yesterday's news. Of course Google would eventually win this turf war. What has Microsoft given to us anyway? Microsoft Office and Windows Media player was all I ever needed. No doubt, Google can deliver better service. So it may happen soon. Sooner than we think.<br /><br />Search engines are the core business of <a href="http://tjcafuir.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-is-web-marketing.html">the industry I work for</a> and as far as Google is concerned, they are the primary focal point. Many of us, especially the SEO experts, would continually find ways of working around the structure. But the thing is, Google is erratic in the most inexplicable way. So no matter how much we research, things can change as drastic as overnight. Efforts can and will be deemed futile.<br /><br />Domination is the keyword here. But personally, this ain't negative. Perhaps Google is the way all should follow and whatever they do, they could only do better. Let's just be there and have a clear view of the developments. And if ever things would go overboard, we'll find ways to kill the robot.Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-1109287447418255362007-10-22T20:57:00.000+08:002007-10-23T08:52:29.048+08:00PIERCEDI got my lip pierced the other day. Not much thought given, cold steel on my lips just feels appropriate. So in stills, let me walk you thru the ordeal I've undergone. But before you scroll down, be warned that the images you are about to see are visceral and haunting. Definitely not for the faint-hearted...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcwNr4YAwc7FBggeyWYknXNN1ocx96mFlPdLYMkTwLTaKF0iEuvpArsxiJmwy5dbzsSIHxh69MOWohyphenhyphenuPDumhiq-cKG2RwmzpMkKbfpIJQ7eYaDSgJDwr8uNEBvBR5upLGf1i1021fHbT/s1600-h/1st.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcwNr4YAwc7FBggeyWYknXNN1ocx96mFlPdLYMkTwLTaKF0iEuvpArsxiJmwy5dbzsSIHxh69MOWohyphenhyphenuPDumhiq-cKG2RwmzpMkKbfpIJQ7eYaDSgJDwr8uNEBvBR5upLGf1i1021fHbT/s320/1st.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124150900877694658" border="0" /></a>kiss kiss bang bang<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-HKHLJ5_T7fh_2KaJg58s93_6FdPPSEFjUP6oCz5NQQ_hezApx83VGpVr2wVrQ1XXsM9B3JzhEvOZGq6I6MovgfT5lYUFXN0-mZ3U0X6a8mAhTP3yOMhS7PJtI0iRIy0b05p_miX5YLf/s1600-h/2nd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-HKHLJ5_T7fh_2KaJg58s93_6FdPPSEFjUP6oCz5NQQ_hezApx83VGpVr2wVrQ1XXsM9B3JzhEvOZGq6I6MovgfT5lYUFXN0-mZ3U0X6a8mAhTP3yOMhS7PJtI0iRIy0b05p_miX5YLf/s320/2nd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124151489288214226" border="0" /></a>"Lord, satanist ata sya. Help me po."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-nwWcpslCeEmQPzzB5B7381r180dNOTT3iNpLLMNvFUWVMfJvAEsPa4LzGEHg3rlakQc0QpqEN8L53E3fTyVExrTUIYdPBfUYpqIbe0Ilwk2u80CSBAln_jGpul5EKtPmajCxCt3C6kY/s1600-h/3rd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-nwWcpslCeEmQPzzB5B7381r180dNOTT3iNpLLMNvFUWVMfJvAEsPa4LzGEHg3rlakQc0QpqEN8L53E3fTyVExrTUIYdPBfUYpqIbe0Ilwk2u80CSBAln_jGpul5EKtPmajCxCt3C6kY/s320/3rd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124152429886052066" border="0" /></a>Tj: "Dude, this is not how it said in Wikipedia."<br /></div> Beelzebub: "What the fuck is Wikipedia?"<br /> Tj: "It's an online encyclopedia that enables it users to modify erroneous information."<span style=""> </span><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"> Beelzebub: "I will pierce your throat and leave you bleeding to death if you won't shut up."<br /> Tj: "My bad, my bad. Here sir, take my cellphone."<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLqeISuBfMkSsQNZgnXScTkNVV7XtO7J4ApxqGxeBmfI2GfpvRiJ-tI8GWzcgDrGTPxQADbIEi-86ED7ZLbP-_8ljsGfnI6jmDO9I8wCtuS-N7KSk-I6RjtnSpK_E5_xzoM0hp7ibTKQ4H/s1600-h/4th.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLqeISuBfMkSsQNZgnXScTkNVV7XtO7J4ApxqGxeBmfI2GfpvRiJ-tI8GWzcgDrGTPxQADbIEi-86ED7ZLbP-_8ljsGfnI6jmDO9I8wCtuS-N7KSk-I6RjtnSpK_E5_xzoM0hp7ibTKQ4H/s320/4th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124156810752694002" border="0" /></a></div></div>Cold steel, insert here.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsy03nFr1RGUoyZcC27QFkeV4tDYPBcN3PV7bJaHgH-jf-s2604Q8541_6-YxUKhbuHQ7kzIg11nOP6kjWHpRotcTJp4YfxKXbKy13KIRiWc7SzzVsqq3agPiypsyywH2OTHPx7c8sEYlT/s1600-h/5th.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsy03nFr1RGUoyZcC27QFkeV4tDYPBcN3PV7bJaHgH-jf-s2604Q8541_6-YxUKhbuHQ7kzIg11nOP6kjWHpRotcTJp4YfxKXbKy13KIRiWc7SzzVsqq3agPiypsyywH2OTHPx7c8sEYlT/s320/5th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124157712695826178" border="0" /></a>finish product<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEithnpE-PUxm-ceRQi_OgA8AiQfbHzVVGdUy81OAuq4Nf6evCQipIMEQPLM7eZ6a_qgq_KN3zUxzIpTwdTbLjT35t4kqSsHsu0Dx2vzJTEV7BqzvHCy4gh2P_Pf0EYq4L4t6fSuYMfrso-7/s1600-h/6th.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEithnpE-PUxm-ceRQi_OgA8AiQfbHzVVGdUy81OAuq4Nf6evCQipIMEQPLM7eZ6a_qgq_KN3zUxzIpTwdTbLjT35t4kqSsHsu0Dx2vzJTEV7BqzvHCy4gh2P_Pf0EYq4L4t6fSuYMfrso-7/s320/6th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124158348350986002" border="0" /></a>Yeah dude I'm like so extreme and hardcore pare!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">To be honest, it really didn't feel painful. You'll certainly feel the pierce upon contact, but that's all. It's no different from an ear pierce. The pain deviates as seconds go on. If anybody of you is strong enough, just like me, contact artist Joey @ 0921 7265471.<br /><br />So, yeah. I'm now the emo kid with a pierce. Very mature of me. Anyway, skin and body art are alternative ways of expressing one's self. Although I don't need much, a lip pierce could serve as reminder. Wounds tell of pain and anguish. Inevitable as time does tell, wounds heal and grief is forgotten. But like wound self afflicted, <a href="http://tjcafuir.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-this-question-slits-my-wrist.html">I relinquish mine</a> and forever never forget.<br /></div><br /></div>Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-65471385459971671192007-10-16T12:53:00.001+08:002007-10-22T22:47:12.881+08:00Half the World Away - Blog AnalysisIt had just occurred to me that I have now more readers than what I had than say, two months ago. At first, <a href="http://tjcafuir.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-very-first-article.html">all I wanted was to write</a> and only a handful of people knew that I have a blog. Then after some time, after countless <a href="http://tjcafuir.blogspot.com/2007/08/she-begs.html">trying hard to be poetic posts</a>, statistics show that I do gained steady readership and the fact that more and more new visitors are dropping by everyday. Honestly and without self-gratification, I can say that <a href="http://tjcafuir.blogspot.com/">Half the World Away</a> is somehow doing well. People come and people read. Yay me.<br /><br />Funny how ironic it is that I don't optimize my blog. Yeah, <a href="http://tjcafuir.blogspot.com/2007/08/seolyshit.html">I could conceptualize</a> and execute an <a href="http://automechanics.wordpress.com/">auto mechanic blog</a> which is getting popular in the global blogosphere yet I really don't do the same pratice here. Well, personal blogs shouldn't be marketed. Popularity isn't everything. Readership is.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">+++<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So okay, now I'll show you how is it exactly that visitors land on my page. Keywords, ladies and gents, are all that matters here. Forget links. Content is what I strive for.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">In the glorious subject of content, here the keywords used to discover<br /><br /><a href="http://tjcafuir.blogspot.com/">Half the World Away</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU1x3PeYvd1opEN04fA9f_bHucczTVDtI0uocVUqHVk9URdZWrWth05WMcWdlowKuCfbBbbpdiUf6jVVhBQ3Q1_NYZ5B8ThKqM4a01tkwq007R-H-8fx00bUAEjdbIWN9mJbjeEInpkkLF/s1600-h/analytics.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU1x3PeYvd1opEN04fA9f_bHucczTVDtI0uocVUqHVk9URdZWrWth05WMcWdlowKuCfbBbbpdiUf6jVVhBQ3Q1_NYZ5B8ThKqM4a01tkwq007R-H-8fx00bUAEjdbIWN9mJbjeEInpkkLF/s320/analytics.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121794187897869858" border="0" /></a><a href="http://tjcafuir.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-accurate-is-google-analytics.html">the tool</a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYwkYzcVQKNEViyZAgqzSIICenyjDDCQl_dvpLKmR_jqEmoOe9Ja6wzwBDlyuDRrx3HF38mttl4zEOopJrYpuGpcA4xph1AMfC-3jFvrsH2uiaaQw0HWgVBUnM5eewlECFTmBFxL17OliM/s1600-h/123.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 115px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYwkYzcVQKNEViyZAgqzSIICenyjDDCQl_dvpLKmR_jqEmoOe9Ja6wzwBDlyuDRrx3HF38mttl4zEOopJrYpuGpcA4xph1AMfC-3jFvrsH2uiaaQw0HWgVBUnM5eewlECFTmBFxL17OliM/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121799122815293042" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/TJ/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><br />Nice. People type in "what is web marketing" and found me. That's good, a little professional and career-driven. Alright, "<a href="http://www.google.com.ph/search?q=tj+cafuir&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a">TJ Cafuir</a>" is being searched and I'm currently ranked 8th in Google for "<a href="http://www.google.com.ph/search?q=half+the+world+away&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a">Half the World Away</a>". Nice. Now let's see what else random visitors used for their searches.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLy0QEAtS8PWLue-Y758nugFYHV8oPd1jG8KTXvQyzhkfyalIVIsvyNNKtuf1VSdNxl2FfVtNkimwXYNARodPTpNE_moqkCVnuDPWnMEmPOQPVGsxryhvPAKZBhSYu_Fy0yZX0CqfHpEdq/s1600-h/ihate.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 53px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLy0QEAtS8PWLue-Y758nugFYHV8oPd1jG8KTXvQyzhkfyalIVIsvyNNKtuf1VSdNxl2FfVtNkimwXYNARodPTpNE_moqkCVnuDPWnMEmPOQPVGsxryhvPAKZBhSYu_Fy0yZX0CqfHpEdq/s320/ihate.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121813764358805122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />#9 What the?! I hate koreans? Sheez.. Im no racist! Must be the <a href="http://tjcafuir.blogspot.com/2007/09/anger-management.html">Anger Management</a> post. Ok, maybe I'm a little defensive to our nationality in terms of status and place in the asian demography but then again, its just opinion. I don't go on and generally hate people.<br /><br />#10 I wanna drown. People go to google and type "<a href="http://tjcafuir.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-are-you-happy-now.html">I wanna drown</a>". Now that is depressing. The ill-depressed found my site and perhaps shared my sentiments. Hey, I was depressed but I never turned to the web for suicide tutorials. It's like, "<span style="font-style: italic;">hey I wanna die now but let's just see who else also wants to... hmm... ah <a href="http://tjcafuir.blogspot.com/2007/05/tj-cafuir.html">Tj Cafuir</a></span>."<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibF3Crq92qNcGYxasW0cYHaSac_F9kXd2fo1bVjLCp_Ot-2SzNRnp3wmXxfEQFHnI2R3mjErklw7r77AJkLxYx33elnRU28JAIUA19sGjRL0R4IqEBukRekRZX_JL-Ncw-ZMUmvipTlP50/s1600-h/sex.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibF3Crq92qNcGYxasW0cYHaSac_F9kXd2fo1bVjLCp_Ot-2SzNRnp3wmXxfEQFHnI2R3mjErklw7r77AJkLxYx33elnRU28JAIUA19sGjRL0R4IqEBukRekRZX_JL-Ncw-ZMUmvipTlP50/s320/sex.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121816255439836818" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />#15 is just so weird. Articles about ears?!!! Why would I write about that? Why would anybody come here for that? I'm not sure about certain content but I definitely know that I never wrote anything about ears. Well, come to think of it, I did post the lyrics of Urbandub's <a href="http://tjcafuir.blogspot.com/2007/05/sapul.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Fallen On Deaf Ears</span></a> during the time when my <a href="http://tjcafuir.blogspot.com/2007/09/only-thing-that-matters.html">lovely romance</a> was on World War 2. Is that it? Whatever it is, its very weird.<br /><br />#16 Bullying grade 6. I didn't bully kids when I was in elementary. I was just the class clown. I did hustle for a few coins though pambili ng marvel cards and sago't gulaman but that was it.<br /><br />#17 Conclusion about sex?!!! I have no idea know how the hell I attracted personalities with identity crisis, but just for the sake of it, let me tell my conclusion of it. Sex is how I drive women crazy. *wink. hehe.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiETBUmWZmQ1hqCCkuF4Cl3q9SkDZQ_-AHVef4ynmD3M538hr6eGkkAa5VobfhdAAOGP__QGBOqoQ5tvRD_zECwTp3mXArvRpklMjQ204zAOHTNXlAxysVxuLfzWjCye_DyCe0JseER977g/s1600-h/ghosts.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiETBUmWZmQ1hqCCkuF4Cl3q9SkDZQ_-AHVef4ynmD3M538hr6eGkkAa5VobfhdAAOGP__QGBOqoQ5tvRD_zECwTp3mXArvRpklMjQ204zAOHTNXlAxysVxuLfzWjCye_DyCe0JseER977g/s320/ghosts.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121798671843726946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Ghosts. Look for the paranormal and you'll end up in my blog. Hmm, I did tell <a href="http://tjcafuir.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-i-believe-in-ghosts.html">a story once</a>. Quite haunting really.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmNioGzKLl0pVgLtvTcgCdj2aieS49vq3_hxrBETlm0sIxkTM6-9ebpB_hGP_9xqL3hBUVf1VBrOIExOn5r6QkHXLQLhwJufzsXmwJL2FXSwlQZvZOcpnOVLGDFZD0IEIpl9xLTJ-P_ipj/s1600-h/zan.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmNioGzKLl0pVgLtvTcgCdj2aieS49vq3_hxrBETlm0sIxkTM6-9ebpB_hGP_9xqL3hBUVf1VBrOIExOn5r6QkHXLQLhwJufzsXmwJL2FXSwlQZvZOcpnOVLGDFZD0IEIpl9xLTJ-P_ipj/s320/zan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121819992061384354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />#38 Top emo bands. I've been typecast as an "<span style="font-style: italic;">emo kid</span>" lately. Emo emo emo. Heck, well if you're looking for music listen to my favorite "emo" bands. Play <span style="font-style: italic;">Circa Survive</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Finch </span>on my Lastfm widget. Just click the forward button till you get to the songs.<br /><br />Similar to #15, # 39 is also plain loony. Let me see, from the word database that is my twisted mind, the very word that I would describe "foosteps" is... SNEAKY.<br /><br />#40 You're half the world away. That one's actually right. I am Half the World Away.<br /><br /># 41 Last and definitely the worst. Zan Efron. Pucha, sino si ZAN Efron? Minsan na nga lang wrong spelling pa. People, it's Zac Efron and the only reason I mentioned him in this blog is because we have <a href="http://tjcafuir.blogspot.com/2007/06/dear-hair.html">the same hairstyle</a>. And just to clarify things, I am a fan, but I've never seen ANY of his movies. Why would I? I have tons of classic Hollywood films on queue.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">+++<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Once, a friend told me that her friend reads my blog religiously, and also that another friend's friend in the Visayas bookmarked my blog. I'd like to think that I'm getting cult following. Great. Additionally, some of the people at the office who I haven't got the chance to get acquainted with even sent me instant messages telling me how good of a writer I am and that they find my blog deeply interesting. Cool. My blog is like music. Many worship pop, but few revere in the alternative. I cater to the latter.<br /><br />So yeah whatever. Here's to more visitors. Weird or not weird.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">+++<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">P.S.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi70haEKgSLMq6sRZ1qySuO0jLgjJDr2WX28zyAmuujekfW1YD8jwB81skFNnuHazpCErf4BOEjOHY1VY9eNiIFOqsS15Ss5Umo4LWQAtODzeQQQmMcwt_Ejrh72OPoZmmX_M68226wpnTp/s1600-h/hurt.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi70haEKgSLMq6sRZ1qySuO0jLgjJDr2WX28zyAmuujekfW1YD8jwB81skFNnuHazpCErf4BOEjOHY1VY9eNiIFOqsS15Ss5Umo4LWQAtODzeQQQmMcwt_Ejrh72OPoZmmX_M68226wpnTp/s320/hurt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121827181836637874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Now this one's really <a href="http://tjcafuir.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-this-question-slits-my-wrist.html">EMO</a>. Huhuhu... :p<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div></div></div>Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-24890664780553543332007-10-03T17:45:00.000+08:002007-10-04T15:17:01.356+08:00RUSH!Okay. There's more to SEO than keyword research, meta tags and description, link building, social engineering and everything googly-goo. Being an "apprentice" for about a month a half now, I honestly admit that I'm still in a sponge-like state wherein I try to soak up every thing and disperse knowledge in god-like SEO execution. Uhm, I meant peasant-like. No, maggot-like.<br /><br />Speaking of gods, October 9-10 will be the dates of the <a href="http://www.imvsolutions.com/sem2007/">1st ever Philippine Search Engine Marketing Conference</a> to be held at the Grand Ballroom of Hotel Intercon.<br /><br />Super. <a href="http://www.seobook.com/">Mr SEO Book Aaron Wall</a> will be the main guest speaker along with the great SEM specialists of the country. I'm so proud that I'm working for <a href="http://www.macalua.com/">the Macalua</a>, my boss and basketball mentor (suck up), and with <a href="http://www.pinkseo.info/">Pink SEO cutie Rhiz</a> (suck up). Both will be speakers at the convention. Our SEO group is supposed to be there but unfortunately we have work on the said dates. Anyways, even if we got those days off I'm pretty sure some of us won't even be near Hotel Intercon. Man, the event ticket costs 8k plus! Ouch.<br /><br />It's all good really. Marc said that he'll bring Aaron Wall to our company personally. Yeah, this is how we roll. Right now I'm already thinking of what I'm gonna say to him. "Oh Aaron. Yeah you must've recognized me when you entered. I'm "the" <a href="http://tjcafuir.blogspot.com/">TJ Cafuir</a> of <a href="http://www.google.com.ph/search?hl=tl&q=half+the+world+away&btnG=Hanapin&meta=">Half The World Away</a>. My adsense earnings are zero and the blogosphere hates me. Any tips?"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">+++<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I'm such in a good mood today, I don't know why. Must be all the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Majek_Fashek">reggae music</a> I listen to. Actually, I'm in a rush. I'm uber focusing on work and on our next basketball game 2 weeks from now. I swear I'll rally traffic for my websites and there'll be no more cursing and throwing of the ball to someone's face. These things I shall do, so help me Aaron.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-21460307520738007032007-09-27T08:21:00.001+08:002007-09-28T09:13:39.020+08:00Subliminal<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn5ZOmAc1DOcUSHlQPiInJlt6ANY4vpTP01Ho3oJ1dAp7JU-i7LMxweVNHGfIYy9XZMYuRinpPCW18YyoPnvSf1f6KIA-Ev-bsriGYD0sKG1XmazNRRAuoG7ctxEJgKli7dmUdHVF9lWUF/s1600-h/Alex.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn5ZOmAc1DOcUSHlQPiInJlt6ANY4vpTP01Ho3oJ1dAp7JU-i7LMxweVNHGfIYy9XZMYuRinpPCW18YyoPnvSf1f6KIA-Ev-bsriGYD0sKG1XmazNRRAuoG7ctxEJgKli7dmUdHVF9lWUF/s320/Alex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114673802135999986" border="0" /></a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alex_%28A_Clockwork_Orange%29">"I was cured all right"</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alex_%28A_Clockwork_Orange%29"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-55165393105221986362007-09-24T15:30:00.000+08:002007-09-25T22:08:03.355+08:00Anger ManagementLast Saturday was horrific. At our basketball game, the plays are getting intense so much that I threw the ball at somebody's face. I almost went to a brawl with someone, anyone actually. I got a technical foul. A few moments later, I was back in the game shooting hoops. Suddenly, a sudden rush of hate exploded in my veins. I cursed at the referee and I got another technical, this time I was ejected out of the game. Our team lost.<br /><br />Later that night, really really late, I found myself in a bar in Makati. The rush happened again, this time I was tripping on a Korean guy. I hate Koreans. I hate the fact that most of their tv shows are mass hysteria in primetime, I hate the fact that their weird corniest boybands even have fans, I hate the fact that they're living a good life here and not face poverty in their own country, I hate the fact that they choose not to learn our language, I hate the fact that there are Korean employers who treat their Pinoy workers like shit. So, as soon as I saw a pale faced kimchi running loose in the metro, it was easy for me to point to his face as a target. Again I was contained. If not, something catastrophic would've happened. I could've caused myself to get hurt. But I really didn't care.<br /><br />Anger. I should learn how to manage it. It's killing me. Slowly.Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-81248362389493017842007-09-18T11:36:00.000+08:002007-09-18T21:53:39.463+08:00Waiter, Some More Please...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwhJ1bIpM1mLSNOnBonZhVqTidLntYX9LEitx2_3jIU7fnWok64aJ5zjAc2HAO9Oii3DucfxB4dwDfMmubgYhw-gvBxLUGc5eZeKSrxP737X4IY2GnD6LU4p1Enu6_V17_FhXK-cx-GLXm/s1600-h/tjely.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwhJ1bIpM1mLSNOnBonZhVqTidLntYX9LEitx2_3jIU7fnWok64aJ5zjAc2HAO9Oii3DucfxB4dwDfMmubgYhw-gvBxLUGc5eZeKSrxP737X4IY2GnD6LU4p1Enu6_V17_FhXK-cx-GLXm/s320/tjely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111403547458107314" border="0" /></a><br />Ayus...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">What do you do with a broken heart? You soak it in alcohol and set it aflame. Because everything went to fast, and since I could only recall fragments, let me share my 4-day drinking spree in bullets.<br /></div></div><br />Thursday<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Central Bbq Bar and Grill, Kapitolyo</span><br /><br /><ul><li>After basketball practice, me and a couple of co-workers headed to our favorite spot.<br /></li><li>Usual discourse and debates about blogging, the greatest films of all time, the Beatles and Metallica.<br /></li><li>Ordered "Bad Boy", a liter of gin, vokda, 4 seasons and some other citrus liquids. A bottle is good enough for two, we had four, there's only three of us, you do the math.</li><li>Talked about love, life, suicide.</li><li>Stared at something distant and thought about her.</li><li>Got drunk and was about to beat the hell out of innocent customers next to our table. Fortunately, I was contained.</li><li>Stared at something distant and thought about her.</li><li>Felt empty.</li></ul>Insight of the Night:<br /><br />"There is more to life. You're not the only one that's having problems, others have worst. Be positive."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">- Romark Mayuga<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Friday<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Little Island, Metrowalk</span><br /><br /><ul><li>Since it was payday, some of the more "yuppie" groups at the office went for a night out.</li><li>Pretended to be modern.</li><li>Met a college student from UST. She models.<br /></li><li>Contemplative</li><li>Stared at something distant and thought about her.</li><li>No one could replace the one I love.</li><li>Hadn't had enough beer and decided to head somewhere else.</li></ul><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Newly-Opened Acoustic Bar at Betty Go, New Manila</span><br /><br /><ul><li>More beer.</li><li>There was an acoustic band on stage. At first I was hecklin', yelling "You Suck!" after every song. Then, the band played Beauty and Madness.<br /></li><li>Stared at something distant and thought about her. I sang my lungs out.</li></ul> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Insight of the Night:</p><br /><div style="text-align: center;">(text message) "Gumimik ka no?"<br /><br /> -Gf<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Saturday<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">RJ Bistro, Jupiter St.</span><br /><br /><ul><li>Pupil, Urbandub, The Ambassadors, etc. was playing. The fedora hat was seen again.<br /></li><li>Got to meet and hang out with Ping Medina. We talked about indie films, upcoming projects and music.</li><li>Met Ely Buendia and was able to take a picture with him.</li><li>Felt so alive</li><li>Stared at something distant and thought about her. I wished she was there.</li><li>Hadn't had enough beer and decided to head somewhere else.</li></ul><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Xaymaca Bar, Timog Ave.</span><br /><br /><ul><li>My favorite bands are playing.</li><li>Jon, the owner of the bar who's our friend, poured shots of tequila and we emptied it in a span of 30 minutes</li><li>Meditated on Reggae Beats.</li><li>Me and Salee's favorite song, "Di Mo Lang Alam" was played.</li><li>Words cannot describe what I was feeling.</li><li>The bar was already closed, but I was still drinking with friends, the management and the bands. I was telling Vic from Indio I and Jeck from Peace Pipe how much I hate Brownman Revival.<br /></li><li>Got really plastered. I wanted to do Jackass moves like running to a wall or jumping from a table but again I was contained.</li><li>Passed out on a couch.</li></ul>Insight of the Night:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">(One Drop, a Bob Marley song) "For hunger and starvation, lamentation."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> - Indio I<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Sunday<br /><br /><ul><li>I felt like shit so I didn't go out.<br /></li><li>I sat in front of the tv.</li><li>Popped a Kubrick classic on the player.</li><li>A Clockwork Orange is indescribable.</li></ul><br />Monday<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">BIR Village, Fairview</span><br /><ul><li>I found out that my closest friends are having problems too.</li><li>Was about to head home and not drink.</li><li>Somebody bought Gran Matador and I said, what the heck, lets drink the damned thing.</li><li>Stared at something distant and thought about her.</li><li>Love is Patience. But I don't wanna be waiting in vain.</li></ul>Insight of the Night:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Ano, pare-pareho nalang tayo?"<br /><br /> - Carlos Ramirez I<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">During these nights I thought that I'm having the time of my life. Now that I'm sober, everything seemed ridiculous. They are. Now I focus everything on my beloved work. Still, as I research and imply strategies, I constantly find myself staring at something distant and thinking about her.<br /><br />There is something to learn about alcohol. It's poison and medicine both at the same time. Now, I won't drink for at least a week. That is, if there's no Pupil gig coming up. \m/<br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-73838636673943822542007-09-12T18:32:00.000+08:002007-09-12T19:28:33.029+08:00Hall Of Mirrors<p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in;">A couple of years ago, one would find me to be the worst boyfriend ever. I was flirting with countless women, I was out partying most days of the week, I couldn't be trusted and I lie all the time just to cover my ass. Hey, what do expect of a handsome and cleaver 22 year old yuppie? Clean living? Hell no, not Tj Cafuir.<br /><br />It was always my stand that men should undergo this phase during their 20's. For me, it would be during these tumultuous times where a kid would become an adult and eventually discard immature antics. But of course, before he lets go of mischief and mayhem, he has to soak it all up first. Right?<br /><br />A normal 22 year old should at least, for a certain liberal period, get to hit pretty chicks and get wrecked every Saturdays. He should be able to enjoy the fruits of labor and burn all his money on payday. You'll never get to be 22 again so why not live it on the edge. True to my word, that's what I did. I lived my life on the borderline of normalcy and the extremes. Well, come to think of it, I was always on the extremes.<br /><br />So yeah. I was living a "rockstar" lifestyle and I loved it. I loved how chicks tell me how cool and astig I was. I loved how me and my friends trash bars and clubs and leave the place with everyone shaking heads in both disbelief and amazement. Yeah, remember the face and the name. It's the last time you'll see a bad guy like this.<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;">+++<br /></div><p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in;"><br />And all the while I was having this wonderful relationship with a young, beautiful, intelligent, my dad's an ex-governor, my mom's a teacher, my brother's a lawyer and my sister's a doctor and I'm following their footsteps kinda girl. It was the most perfect harmony. I was trash and she was gold. I loved every single minute that were together and although it seemed that were complete opposites, we shared our lives as if we couldn't breathe without each other. Life is better with her. I loved her and thought we were soul mates.<br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in;">Now there ain't no one to blame but me. Naturally, eventually and without escape, she caught me and my "rockstar" stupidity, many times actually. I broke her heart. It was the greatest regret of my life. I lost her trust and soon lost everything we've ever had. For some reason though, she never left me.<br /><br />That was two long years ago. I now changed. I now want to be stable, in love and in life. Gone are the days of mischief and comes the age of maturity. God knows how hard I'm trying now, but it seems there is such a thing as kharma. Perhaps now, when all dust and smoke have cleared, is the time I suffer. Time to pay for my sins. Lately life has been greatly killing me and I actually have a personal blog to prove it. This ain't no niche blog pretending to be whatever, this is me talking in words. I am suffering.<br /><br />The roles are now reversed. She is now the 22 year old with the word "rebel" etched on the forehead. She now wants to explore the world of adulthood. This is the time in her life where she doesn't need a heretic boyfriend telling her what she can and cannot do. Every time we get into an argument, she would always go back to what I've done in the past. I feel like an ex-convict. Efforts are futile when you have a crime under your name. She wants her space and there is no more room for me. A few more weeks and I can see the finish line, but this one's for losers. I'm going to be an ex-boyfriend.<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center">+++</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />I may have fucked up in the past, but I have lots in the future. But no matter how positive it may be, without her there is no life at all. People of the republic, this has been my chemical romance.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p>Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-90397395839616152442007-09-03T16:31:00.000+08:002007-09-12T19:27:23.022+08:00My Letter to Owen Wilson<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilxz8Al-zze8QG7iWlTQTIILxBe-4NAFJOz_r5HGvRiVQT7T0feXEy_0k49DJSrJibRK1m79zZNTSLrqFG0EkN-_IGUuX-vyO016JMX1k1otdBv7oNWdSToINTw_mitaJueCyew5HyheYQ/s1600-h/zoo10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilxz8Al-zze8QG7iWlTQTIILxBe-4NAFJOz_r5HGvRiVQT7T0feXEy_0k49DJSrJibRK1m79zZNTSLrqFG0EkN-_IGUuX-vyO016JMX1k1otdBv7oNWdSToINTw_mitaJueCyew5HyheYQ/s320/zoo10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105894195384002690" border="0" /></a><br />To Owen, <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm a fan on yours (and Luke) ever since I saw Bottle Rocket. You guys just have a different kind of humor that was non-existent before. I love how your face goes stern in funny awkward moments and I like how you deliver killer punchlines with the coolest stoner voice. I remember when you played Hansel in Zoolander. Your runway showdown with Ben was so hilarious that me and my friends staged our own showdown right there at our living room, all with the pulling of underpants! I always routed for you in any movie that you're in. All of the characters you played are the coolest. Eli Cash on The Royal Tenenbaums, Kevin on Meet the Parents, Ken on Starsky and Hutch and John on Wedding Crashers, the latter being my favorite.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">+++<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">But you see Owen, you're more than just a funny man. You're more than a Hollywood actor and you're more than a million dollar A-list celebrity. To me, you are a hero. A hero to dorks like me and to everyone who all wanted in life is to be cool and funny and have self-esteem and be accepted. Every time I see you in TV its like, “Hey there's our man!”, “Yeah Owen's kickin' it.” It's as if your raising our flag. You are our champion Owen and you're good at keeping your fans proud of you.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">+++<br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1BuKqomxMJJKwbsb5pk-Fsrrfia2xEJ4eZ4TtOT4qsWWQAQKW8pinLjDDcwgf1YfXyXi48fuFnvlij2sjrMqMt3-YBgHTC8M2KujyItnTID358m5JG_GxxOIoc8SSlr1FPLsDF3x2l-GV/s1600-h/usweekly2000.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1BuKqomxMJJKwbsb5pk-Fsrrfia2xEJ4eZ4TtOT4qsWWQAQKW8pinLjDDcwgf1YfXyXi48fuFnvlij2sjrMqMt3-YBgHTC8M2KujyItnTID358m5JG_GxxOIoc8SSlr1FPLsDF3x2l-GV/s320/usweekly2000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105896398702225570" border="0" /></a></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Maybe things are a little difficult right now. Maybe there are many things that bother you and make you ill. Well, we've all got the blues sometimes. But Owen, you're too cool for that. I know that your personality is one which misfortune cannot tamper. I believe in you. Whatever phase you're in right now shall pass. Just hang on. No matter how dark life is, just keep on living it. Daylight is just 'round the corner. Just keep on living and do what you do. Make us laugh and make the world laugh. God gave your talent for a reason and that is to cheer up lives. Remember the sailors that saw Behind Enemy Lines? Man, you visited and made them really, really happy. That is special. I hope you get well real soon. I hope you'll overcome whatever it is that you need to. I just want to say that your fans here in the Philippines are behind you every step of the way. Take care Owen, you're the best.<br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p><br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">*Letter sent to fansite <a href="http://wilson-brothers.com/owen/subhome.html">World of Owen at Wilson-Brothers.com<br /></a></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p>Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765609543922010182.post-53360973582088453382007-09-01T20:34:00.000+08:002007-09-12T19:30:12.577+08:00Beats Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTzKHG8OTgo8Kx4N8Ma9e5IpO6G_EkmwN8E2oY0JTp1_Q9int4C1FrluYByaTJQ8l-ar8dEVe7DV_XEgAAAAoZCblH-O_ocMl2ezsNXWVV9ySMxBb8juZW7UsTFHwZx8-vzWvT52GA7obL/s1600-h/tj.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105221002210027618" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTzKHG8OTgo8Kx4N8Ma9e5IpO6G_EkmwN8E2oY0JTp1_Q9int4C1FrluYByaTJQ8l-ar8dEVe7DV_XEgAAAAoZCblH-O_ocMl2ezsNXWVV9ySMxBb8juZW7UsTFHwZx8-vzWvT52GA7obL/s320/tj.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Earlier tonight, my love told me something.<br /><br />"I want some space."<br /><br />Then we parted ways.<br /><br />I kept a straight face, and I started to bleed.<br /><br />+++<br /></div>Tj Cafuirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06008714259507462952noreply@blogger.com3