<?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-909149876132483143</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:36:32.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gyrovagus</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>francesco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349520723073925918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oOFIOK0MUYo/R3smNeN8FdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/asc9x9TRzi8/S220/40843215b95d2a18.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909149876132483143.post-8893486617022601016</id><published>2008-03-19T06:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T06:41:09.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=80360369&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=80360369&amp;width=1337" height="392" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/80360369/"&gt;Temple Quick Sketch&lt;/a&gt; by *&lt;a class="u" href="http://gyrovagus.deviantart.com/"&gt;Gyrovagus&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been long time since I have blogged. I will try to write in english more to exercise grammar properly. I am very busy at work. There is little time for internet. But I have been making friends away from computer. I believe this is healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is changed inside me. I do not long for attachment with people, like when I feel romantic before. Now, I feel free and very happy to travel around. Open mind, and open heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a country not my own. But I enjoy it here. I learn many new things, different food, culture and beliefs. The people are friendly. Maybe I take pictures of places I go around here and share them in my blog. I'm also afraid of telling my exact place because I am not okay with strangers coming near and feel like they know me just because they see pictures on internet. So I am in Asia, but I am not telling where exactly. Sorry, please respect privacy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909149876132483143-8893486617022601016?l=gyruvagus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/feeds/8893486617022601016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=909149876132483143&amp;postID=8893486617022601016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default/8893486617022601016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default/8893486617022601016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/2008/03/temple-quick-sketch-by-gyrovagus-on.html' title=''/><author><name>francesco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349520723073925918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oOFIOK0MUYo/R3smNeN8FdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/asc9x9TRzi8/S220/40843215b95d2a18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909149876132483143.post-1259066834723648045</id><published>2008-02-04T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:56:29.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="548"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=75825330&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=75825330&amp;width=1337" height="548" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/75825330/"&gt;June&lt;/a&gt; by *&lt;a class="u" href="http://gyrovagus.deviantart.com/"&gt;Gyrovagus&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E stato un tempo che non ho scritto nulla qui. Eversince mi sono spostato a questo nuovo paese, la vita è piena di emozioni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un paio di settimane fa, ho visto "Joy Luck Club", con officemate sul computer. Mi piace il modo in cui il racconto si concentra sulla famiglia. I raramente ottenere questo tipo di connessione con la mia famiglia. Vi è abbondanza di DVD in vendita qui. La maggior parte di loro sono falsi, ma buona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei fare arte, ma mi occupo fare nuove amicizie e sperimentando nuovi alimenti. Io non perdere Italia. La vita è migliore quando ho cominciare dal nulla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sto sperando chiunque altro sta avendo un grande tempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909149876132483143-1259066834723648045?l=gyruvagus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/feeds/1259066834723648045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=909149876132483143&amp;postID=1259066834723648045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default/1259066834723648045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default/1259066834723648045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/2008/02/june-by-gyrovagus-on-deviant-art-e.html' title=''/><author><name>francesco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349520723073925918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oOFIOK0MUYo/R3smNeN8FdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/asc9x9TRzi8/S220/40843215b95d2a18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909149876132483143.post-8440029771964972433</id><published>2008-01-11T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T09:33:52.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="460"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=74265901&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=74265901&amp;width=1337" height="460" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/74265901/"&gt;Duality&lt;/a&gt; by *&lt;a class="u" href="http://gyrovagus.deviantart.com/"&gt;Gyrovagus&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono molto lieto di annunciare che sarò trasferirsi in Asia, la prossima settimana. Il boss ha chiesto per i volontari. La società si aprirà un nuovo ufficio in Asia. I volontari perché so che avrò un migliore ambiente di lavoro. Qui, in Italia, i miei colleghi sono sciovinista suini. Essi rendono divertente di me a causa della mia musica preferita. Mi piace la musica pop, ma che non fa di me uno omosessuali. Mi sembra di capire che le donne asiatiche sono più amichevole rispetto a quelli che conosco qui. Credo di si lavorerà meglio in Asia. Ho detto il boss che sono molto disposti a fare del mio meglio. Personalmente, ho davvero bisogno di uscire di qui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggi, ho una settimana per preparare la mia indennità di bagaglio. Non c'è nessuno di dire addio, quindi penso che mi limiterò a lasciare immediatamente. Dove in Asia? Il padrone mi ha detto che sarò di lavoro presso la nuova sede a Manila, Filippine. Haha, non ho idea di dove questo è, ma Accolgo con favore il cambiamento. Non ho intenzione di fare uso di Internet per molto tempo fino a quando non ho regolare adeguatamente al nuovo ambiente. Questo è pazzo! Sono molto emozionata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909149876132483143-8440029771964972433?l=gyruvagus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/feeds/8440029771964972433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=909149876132483143&amp;postID=8440029771964972433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default/8440029771964972433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default/8440029771964972433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/2008/01/duality-by-gyrovagus-on-deviant-art.html' title=''/><author><name>francesco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349520723073925918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oOFIOK0MUYo/R3smNeN8FdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/asc9x9TRzi8/S220/40843215b95d2a18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909149876132483143.post-524419039876167019</id><published>2008-01-02T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T13:46:59.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=73541200&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=73541200&amp;width=1337" height="392" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/73541200/"&gt;New Year Celebration&lt;/a&gt; by *&lt;a class="u" href="http://gyrovagus.deviantart.com/"&gt;Gyrovagus&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another year. Crazy things past week. Neighbor was holding a new year party. Them, the Marino family, very liberal type. Also rich. They asked me to join because they know I live alone. My god, so many food and drink! So many people, I forgot their names but they look really important and all that perfume. I wear my simple shirt and jeans and I go to party like that, I look silly. But it seems they do not mind, everybody was friendly. Such loud music also! I keep going to balcony to save my ears. Also a girl in the balcony was sitting there and just drinking quietly. I think her name is Isabella or Isabelle. Argh, I forgot! I think the drink got to my head so I went home at dawn. No luck on chicks for me, I'm too drunk. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promotion at work! I'm just so happy! But they give harder schedule, like graveyard shift and afternoon shift where plenty projects come in. For other officemates, this is something they worry because they have family at home. I think I can handle this new schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a great artist I met at deviantart gave me a subscription! I'm so shocked! I think his name is Raffa? Like the Raffa family downtown that people gossip of being mafia?! I don't think they are related, haha! He has great artworks in his gallery here: &lt;a href="http://sphilr.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://sphilr.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I fix my journal at deviantart, all green and nice. Very natural and peaceful. I feel confident to enter a contest in there. Prizes are nice, but I like to join for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for now. I don't want to think about love life and all that emo. There's too much fun in life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909149876132483143-524419039876167019?l=gyruvagus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/feeds/524419039876167019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=909149876132483143&amp;postID=524419039876167019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default/524419039876167019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default/524419039876167019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-celebration-by-gyrovagus-on.html' title=''/><author><name>francesco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349520723073925918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oOFIOK0MUYo/R3smNeN8FdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/asc9x9TRzi8/S220/40843215b95d2a18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909149876132483143.post-8193836355237288198</id><published>2007-12-27T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T01:02:54.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=71782515&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=71782515&amp;width=1337" height="392" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/71782515/"&gt;My lounge&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://gyrovagus.deviantart.com/"&gt;Gyrovagus&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange that holiday is spent alone, again. The silence have two things: lonely and peace. If peace goes with it, then all better than stay with relatives always fighting. I know that maybe not wanting to see family after so many years away from home is sad, but best holiday gift for me is peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who reads this blog, but I wish you happy holidays! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909149876132483143-8193836355237288198?l=gyruvagus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/feeds/8193836355237288198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=909149876132483143&amp;postID=8193836355237288198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default/8193836355237288198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default/8193836355237288198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-lounge-by-gyrovagus-on-deviant-art.html' title=''/><author><name>francesco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349520723073925918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oOFIOK0MUYo/R3smNeN8FdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/asc9x9TRzi8/S220/40843215b95d2a18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909149876132483143.post-3341625699414519438</id><published>2007-11-28T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:41:57.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=70618456" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=70618456" height="392" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/70618456/"&gt;Street View&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://gyrovagus.deviantart.com/"&gt;Gyrovagus&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me? Or is everyone born with TV growing in their eyes? People always talk of what they see on TV at work. It's crazy! Those shows are not real, but they speak like is really happening in their lives! TV is good when there's nothing to do and the download on PC is slower than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because I'm busy, I have no more time for TV. Not everybody is shallow when they watch TV. There is probably some people who can learn something good by it. If the person is intelligent while watching and not just sitting like hypnotize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just feel embarrass because I can't join conversation with officemates when they talk about TV shows. I have TV at my apartment, but rarely I use. Someone teased me maybe I should buy porno videos so I can use my TV? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm gay? Just joking. But I like porn that is written. Like a good story, only with less clothes. Why kill the imagination with video?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I live too much inside my head. Like those poor writers hunch up with their coffee with rain outside the window. If I get a girlfriend, it's too much space for body and mind. I can be wrong also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not deny, I like her. I'm just chicken. And also just too proud. Haha. Dios mio, why I am writing like this! Maybe I'm in love? If I watch more TV, maybe this feeling will go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I feel crazy. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909149876132483143-3341625699414519438?l=gyruvagus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/feeds/3341625699414519438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=909149876132483143&amp;postID=3341625699414519438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default/3341625699414519438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default/3341625699414519438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/2007/11/street-view-by-gyrovagus-on-deviant-art.html' title=''/><author><name>francesco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349520723073925918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oOFIOK0MUYo/R3smNeN8FdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/asc9x9TRzi8/S220/40843215b95d2a18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909149876132483143.post-5448759299446248688</id><published>2007-10-22T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T14:18:27.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="548"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=67932379" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=67932379" height="548"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/67932379/"&gt;Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://gyrovagus.deviantart.com/"&gt;Gyrovagus&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not between me and them. Nor is it between me and her. This is between me and the ego. Why do I hurt? What exactly was it that made me react in such a manner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I had great expectations. Maybe I dream too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I will focus on my job so I won't feel too bad. So far, I'm doing well at work. Maybe if I keep sketching with wild abandon, I'll come to a full realization that everything becomes and never is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could be wrong. My head hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909149876132483143-5448759299446248688?l=gyruvagus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/feeds/5448759299446248688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=909149876132483143&amp;postID=5448759299446248688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default/5448759299446248688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default/5448759299446248688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/2007/10/corinne-bailey-rae-by-gyrovagus-on.html' title=''/><author><name>francesco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349520723073925918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oOFIOK0MUYo/R3smNeN8FdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/asc9x9TRzi8/S220/40843215b95d2a18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909149876132483143.post-4725471440741949101</id><published>2007-10-02T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:56:16.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="548" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=66236013"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=66236013" height="548" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/66236013/"&gt;Lama&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://gyrovagus.deviantart.com/"&gt;Gyrovagus&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to say about this week. It's only Tuesday, and already everyone at work is just feeling yucky. The workload from the weekend shift has carried over into the regular shift. This added pressure because there are more work waiting in line. I was just wondering what the people on the weekend shift were doing, and still lots of stuff are left hanging. Crazy thing is that one of the artists brought his girlfriend to work and was caught making out! I hope nobody gets fired, despite the incompetence, because we really need people to get all those projects done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the new project manager is being bashed for the slow progress of the projects, and also because he's a tranny. I'm not gay, but I respect other people's gender reference. My officemates, however, are boors. They make ass jokes about him. As if we don't have enough problems already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side of things, at least we got our salary! The boss has sensed our aggravation. Good thing it's his birthday on Thursday; he wants to treat all of us out for drinks. I think we all could use some beer to ease things out. I have no plans on getting drunk, though. I think I need a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad to be living alone. At the end of a long day, I can just collapse on the couch and not think of anything but rest. Nobody is there nagging me about work, dinner, laundry, etc. I think I might take it early to bed, tonight, when I get off from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope things are eased out tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909149876132483143-4725471440741949101?l=gyruvagus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/feeds/4725471440741949101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=909149876132483143&amp;postID=4725471440741949101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default/4725471440741949101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default/4725471440741949101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/2007/10/lama-by-gyrovagus-on-deviant-art-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>francesco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349520723073925918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oOFIOK0MUYo/R3smNeN8FdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/asc9x9TRzi8/S220/40843215b95d2a18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909149876132483143.post-3661644634944101217</id><published>2007-09-21T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:38:09.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="548" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=65416402"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=65416402" height="548" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/65416402/"&gt;Il Biancone&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://gyrovagus.deviantart.com/"&gt;Gyrovagus&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just discovered how to use this embed feature from Deviantart. I can now share my art on my blog without uploading copies on other host sites. This, I think, saves time and space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was quite a flood, this week. I am very glad it's Friday already! Whew! Last wednesday, there were 4 clients, all needing over 10 frames of pencil studies. That makes over 40 pieces! Too many for all of us at the office. The team leader had no choice but to call the artists from other schedules to come to work earlier than usual so they can help out. It's the craziest so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one of the artists had asthma for two days, and another artist got a swollen eye like a cockroach bit him there or something. We teased him endlessly about it. We think he may have gone peeping tom and karma has taken its toll. Haha! But it's not so funny after that because it only means that we lack two people and the work is not yet done! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the artists came to work with wet shoes. And then he took them off and then went to his desk to work... the smell was all over the place. Our office is airconditioned, so it's not helping at all. Someone thought there was fried fish in the room. That's how bad it smelled. I have no idea why someone would come to work with wet shoes. Maybe he fell into a man-hole on the way to the office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, what I like about work is that everyone is a nerd with a life and a girlfriend/boyfriend. So this means less drama and more inspiration. And what about me? Haha, that would be a secret. Maybe I'll talk about my love-life later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Friday, and sleep calls. Ahhh, wonderful sleeeep!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909149876132483143-3661644634944101217?l=gyruvagus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/feeds/3661644634944101217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=909149876132483143&amp;postID=3661644634944101217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default/3661644634944101217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default/3661644634944101217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/2007/09/il-biancone-by-gyrovagus-on-deviant-art.html' title=''/><author><name>francesco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349520723073925918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oOFIOK0MUYo/R3smNeN8FdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/asc9x9TRzi8/S220/40843215b95d2a18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909149876132483143.post-1804147696801362000</id><published>2007-09-16T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T14:30:41.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's another weekend. Spending it with my pencils. There's nothing much to do with a limited budget. Somehow, hanging out with crowds drain me. I think I'll enjoy my solitude with sketching for awhile. I'll try not to think too much about her. She probably doesn't even know I exist. I'm too much of a dork to talk to her or even say hi. However, I do smile at her when she passes by the hallways. She always smiles back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's enough for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909149876132483143-1804147696801362000?l=gyruvagus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/feeds/1804147696801362000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=909149876132483143&amp;postID=1804147696801362000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default/1804147696801362000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909149876132483143/posts/default/1804147696801362000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyruvagus.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-another-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>francesco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349520723073925918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oOFIOK0MUYo/R3smNeN8FdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/asc9x9TRzi8/S220/40843215b95d2a18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
