Aquarian’s Rants

It has been quite a while since I last posted an entry on my friendster blog.  I miss blogging here… this bloghost has been my way of expressing what i thought and felt for sometime… though at times it has caused me trouble, most of the time it has been the cause of my relief.

i have for a while stopped posting here, and posted on one of my other bloghosts, mainly because most of my readers here misinterpret my writings…  it pains me to think that even the people who, i thought, understood me and knew me well misunderstood my expressions.  Maybe it was how i crafted my words… maybe it was just because i was vague in my sentences…  i dont know…

but im done of being under the radar… im tired of not being myself…  i cannot please everyone, and so i blog again… 

i’m back…

crossroads… dont know whether i should move forward or go left or right…

couldnt see more beyond the first five meters… blinded by light… confused… contemplative…

should i stay on the course i have originally planned?  it seemed like the best way to go before… though i dont know if that proves to be the same now…

should i go left?  discover if this new road would bring me more peace… less stress…

should i turn right?  and never look back?  can i make it?  can we make it?  what lies beyond this road?

i seek guidance… do i really need to decide now?  cant i freeze time and stay for a while at the middle of this crossroad?  all i know is that i cant take the road i have previously traveled.  too bad there is no such thing as a rewind or ctrl-z button in life…

1.YOUR NAME
Gwynnyth Gamao Gonzales

2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first three letters of your name,plus izzle)
-Gwyizzle (Huwattttt??? LOL)

3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color and fave animal)
-pink dolphin (ooooohhh, dba??? LOL!)

4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, and current street name)
- Gamao Kingfisher (Nyahahahaha!)

5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 3 letters of your mom’s maiden name)
- Gongwgon (Hahaha! Chinese? Japanese? or Whatever!)

6. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite drink)
- Baby Blue Mocha Mint (Classic!)

7. IRAQI NAME: (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, any letter of your middle name, 2nd letter of your moms maiden name, 2nd letter of your dads middle name, 1st letter of a siblings first name):
- Wnaozl (Which planet did you come from??)

8. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (father’s middle name)
- Azuelo

9. GOTH NAME: (3rd favorite color, and one of the name of your pet)
- Black Tanya (Cool! Goth na goth… LOL!)

Actual Call Center Conversations!

Customer: "I’ve been calling 700-1000 for two days and can’t get through; can you help?"
Operator: "Where did you get that number, sir?"
Customer: "It’s on the door of your business."
Operator: "Sir, those are the hours that we are open."

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Samsung Electronics

Caller: "Can you give me the telephone number for Jack?"
Operator: "I’m sorry, sir, I don’t understand who you are talking about."
Caller: "On page 1, section 5, of the user guide it clearly states that I need to unplug the fax machine from the AC wall socket and telephone Jack before cleaning. Now, can you give me the number for Jack?"
Operator: "I think it means the telephone plug on the wall."

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RAC Motoring Services

Caller: "Does your European Breakdown Policy cover me when I am traveling in Australia ?"
Operator:  "Does the product name give you a clue?"

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Caller (enquiring about legal requirements while traveling in Europe )
"If I register my car in France , and then take it to England , do I have to change the steering wheel to the other side of the car?"

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Directory Enquiries

Caller: "I’d like the number of the Argo Fish Bar, please"
Operator: "I’m sorry, there’s no listing. Are you sure that the spelling is correct?"
Caller: "Well, it used to be called the Bargo Fish Bar but the ‘B’ fell off."

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Then there was the caller who asked for a knitwear company in Woven.
Operator:      "Woven? Are you sure?"
Caller:     "Yes. That’s what it says on the label — Woven in Scotland ."

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On another occasion, a man making heavy breathing sounds from a phone   told a worried operator:
"I haven’t got a pen, so I’m steaming up the window to write the number on."

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Tech Support: "I need you to right-click on the Open Desktop."
Customer: "OK."
Tech Support: "Did you get a pop-up menu?"
Customer: "No."
Tech Support: "OK. Right-Click again. Do you see a pop-up menu?"
Customer: "No."
Tech Support: "OK, sir. Can you tell me what you have done up until this point?"
Customer: "Sure. You told me to write ‘click’ and I wrote ‘click’."

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Tech Support: "OK. At the bottom left hand side of your screen, can you see the ‘OK’ button displayed?"
Customer: "Wow! How can you see my screen from there?"

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Caller: "I deleted a file from my PC last week and I just realized that I need it. So, if I turn my system clock back two weeks will I get my file back again?"

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This has to be one of the funniest things in a long time. I think this guy should have been promoted, not fired. This is  a true story from the WordPerfect Helpline, which was transcribed from a recording monitoring the customer care department. Needless to say the Help Desk employee was fired; however, he/she is currently suing the WordPerfect organization for "Termination without Cause."

Actual dialogue of a former WordPerfect Customer Support employee.
(Now I know why they record these conversations!):

Operator: "Ridge Hall, computer assistance; may I help you?"
Caller: Yes well, I’m having trouble with WordPerfect. "
Operator: "What sort of trouble??"
Caller: "Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words went away."
Operator: "Went away?"
Caller: "They disappeared. "
Operator: "Hmm. So what does your screen look like now?"
Caller: "Nothing."
Operator: "Nothing??"
Caller: "It’s blank; it won’t accept anything when I type."
Operator: "Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out??"
Caller: "How do I tell?"
Operator: "Can you see the ‘C: prompt’ on the screen??"
Caller: "What’s a sea-prompt?"
Operator: "Never mind, can you move your cursor around the screen?"
Caller: "There isn’t any cursor; I told you, it won’t accept anything I type."
Operator: "Does your monitor have a power indicator??"
Caller: "What’s a monitor?"
Operator: "It’s the thing with the screen on it that looks like a TV. Does it have a little light that tells you when it’s on??"
Caller: "I don’t know."
Operator: "Well, then look on the back of the monitor and find where the power cord goes into it. Can you see that??"
Caller: "Yes, I think so."
Operator:    "Great. Follow the cord to the plug, and tell me if it’s plugged into the wall.
Caller: "Yes, it is."
Operator: "When you were behind the monitor, did you notice that there were two cables plugged into the back of it, not just one??"
Caller: "No."
Operator: "Well, there are. I need you to look back there again and find the other cable."
Caller: "Okay, here it is."
Operator: "Follow it for me, and tell me if it’s plugged securely into the back of your computer."
Caller: "I can’t reach."
Operator: "OK. Well, can you see if it is??"
Caller: "No."
Operator: "Even if you maybe put your knee on something and lean way over??"
Caller: "Well, it’s not because I don’t have the right angle — it’s because it’s dark."
Operator: "Dark??"
Caller: "Yes - the office light is off, and the only light I have is coming in from the window."
Operator: "Well, turn on the office light then."
Caller: "I can’t."
Operator: "No? Why not??"
Caller: "Because there’s a power failure."
Operator: "A power …. A power failure? Aha. Okay, we’ve got it licked now. Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing stuff that your computer came
in??"
Caller: "Well, yes, I keep them in the closet."
Operator: "Good. Go get them, and unplug your system and pack it up just like it was when you got it. Then take it back to the store you bought it from."
Caller: "Really? Is it that bad?"
Operator: "Yes, I’m afraid it is."
Caller: "Well, all right then, I suppose. What do I tell them??"
Operator: "Tell them you’re too stupid to own a computer!!!"

“Some things are just not meant to last. Let’s leave it that way. It’s
better that we move on and continue our lives.” Her whispers in his ear were
like daggers piercing in his heart.
“It’s over?” He managed to say
with his voice shuddering.
“There’s no IT, John. There never was. Nor an
US, a WE, or whatever. There never was.” Then she stood as if she never
cared. She walked out of the restaurant leaving tears in his eyes. She never
looked back. She only hesitated, but never dared. She was afraid she’d be taken
aback. She was afraid she’d go back into his arms again. She was afraid she was
too weak to resist his love. She was afraid she’d make the wrong the decision.

* * * * *

It was nothing more than friendship. Or at least she thought. She was
committed. No, she’s not married or is marrying someone. She was committed to
her work, her studies, her family and everything else that she felt mattered in
her life. She met him in one of those events that she volunteered to head. Yes,
she was fond of doing work. She was very fond of multi-tasking.

It was nothing more than chit-chats over the internet, over the phone or
through silly text messages. Or at least he thought. He was only being friendly.
No, he wasn’t using her. He was just being himself when they were introduced on
a dull afternoon at some convention. They were both committee members, they were
both good. He liked it that way, the way he has loads of work to do, the way he
has to cram his projects and papers.

Their cliques noticed the spark—they didn’t. They noticed it too late. They
noticed it after they decided to deny it. They were protecting their friendship.
They were killing the love. They were trying to keep up with their friends’
pressures on them being a couple. They were trying to tell themselves it was
nothing. They were thinking it was wrong, it was forbidden. They thought their
friendship was perfect, it was not to be thrown away by some silly infatuation.
They tried to act normal. They tried harder to hide their feelings. They weren’t
progressing, they weren’t very good actors.

She was graduating from college and already had work waiting for her. She
thought having relationships would only ruin things for her. She thought it was
better to wait. She thought what they had would pass away quickly. She thought
it was just a little flame. But deep down, she knew she was beginning to fall,
she was afraid of this—this what was she didn’t want.

He was a year younger than her. He thought it would be perfect to be with her
but he never had the courage to ask. He thought it was better to wait. He
thought it might just be a little less than love. He thought that if he’d give
it a little time, it might fade away. But deep down, he knew he had ‘a thing’
for her, he was afraid of this—he was afraid he was actually falling for her.

* * * * *

His car was still in the parking lot and he was still crying. When he left
the restaurant, he was ready to forget her; he was ready to resign his feelings.
His confession of love wasn’t good enough for her. He thought he ruined
everything they had. He thought he was the one who ended their friendship with a
stupid ‘I love you’.

She was driving on the freeway with tears in her eyes. Her heart was aching
but she didn’t care. She has to make this decision, she thought. She loved him
but never had the courage to tell him. She never gave ‘them’ a chance. She
thought she ruined everything. She thought she was the one who ended everything.

* * * * *

They were both afraid. They both didn’t want to risk. They thought it wasn’t
worth it. They thought it was better to wait. But it was their only chance, it
was the only time they had.

They thought they lost something—no, they thought wrong.

It wasn’t theirs in the first place.

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Some things are just meant to happen
now, not later, not tomorrow–but making it happen relies on us.

Credits to katokz…

i rarely go out with my friends.  Saturday night-outs were not in my vocabulary before… until I came to Cebu.  Tonight, i went out with four of my friends from work, hung out in one of the nice bars in uptown cebu, drank a bottle of beer, and talked. 

i wanted to go out earlier so that when i went home, i would be so knackered and i would just go up to my room, and crash… the funny thing now is i cant sleep…

so here i am, at 1:34 in the morning, all alone in the living room, with everyone else in the house asleep, and blogging…

suddenly i get stumped… my thoughts are all scattered and i don’t know what to write anymore… but i keep on writing because there is nothing better for me to do… cant sleep… dont feel like eating… and surfing just doesnt interest me at the moment, which is funny because i really love to websurf…

here i am again, in this situation… a situation that i have vowed never to get myself into again… how long has it been? four years?  four long years…

different scenario, different person… yet the hurt remains the same…

how do you let go of someone you never had?  how do you forget someone when circumstances make it sooo hard for you to do so?  so many questions… the answers might be somewhere… i just cant find it…

you know the funny thing when you ask for a sign and then you see it almost everywhere?

then there is also the time when there are signs everywhere, and you recognize it, but still you refuse to take it in, in hopes that everything is still meant to be?

guess thats where i’m caught now… and its sad because i have tried to tell myself a hundred times not to be caught in this same situation now… but then, i guess there are just things that you cannot control, and what we feel is one of them…

i need a smack in my head to get the pain off my heart… i’d choose migraine over this anytime…

had a thought last night…

if not for being up for 30 hours straight, i would not have had any sleep…

here i go again with the rollercoaster of emotions… sometimes, i wished that one day would have never happened… so that i would not be faced with the predicament of thinking of you the entire day… seeing you even when you weren’t there… seeing you everywhere… being reminded about you and your cute, adorable ways even upon just hearing a song… and being lost whenever you’re around…

i have decided last night to just forget about you… because i know its not going anywhere… but here i am now, blogging about you…

wish there is a pill i can take that will just make me forget about you… *sigh…