tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166727572011-04-27T09:51:12.223-07:00lemon juice is widely used as invisible ink. heat is needed to reveal the hidden message. on this blog, highlight does the trick. now you know.lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.comBlogger631100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-61188206636691923522008-04-08T05:31:00.000-07:002008-04-08T06:14:18.908-07:00Stolen from Julie's blog...<br /><br /><br />1. What's your ID number?<br />--022902 (I had to check my college ID in my wallet hehe)<br /><br />2. Was Ateneo your first choice?<br />-- no! i always wanted to study in UP dil<br /><br />3. Do you know what your ACET score is?<br />-- no, but i'd like to see it.<br /><br /><br />4. What course was your first choice?<br />-- AB Pre-div<br /><br />5. Second choice?<br />-- ughm... Comsci ata. haha.<br /><br />6. Third choice?<br />-- chem???<br /><br />7. Fourth choice?<br />-- di ko na alam.<br /><br />8. Ano course mo ngayon?<br />-- AB Callboy<br /><br />9. Did you have any plans of shifting?<br />-- shifting work. yeah.<br /><br />10. Chinito/chinita ka ba?<br />-- no.<br /><br />11. Taga-Ateneo High?<br />-- hindi rin.<br /><br />12. Did you have fun in your OrSem?<br />-- it was okay....<br /><br />13. Saang gate ka pumasok nung first day?<br />-- first day of class? sa sanjosese gate. hehe<br /><br />14. Are you staying in a dorm?<br />-- yeah. sanjose.<br /><br />15. Ever had an F in your grade report?<br />-- never! I had a W though... Taekwondo. hehe<br /><br />16. How about an A?<br />-- oo naman. chem. some philo subjects. other pe's.<br /><br />17. Highest grade?<br />-- A<br /><br />18. Lowest grade?<br />-- C, pesteng history.<br /><br />19. Worst experience in ADMU?<br />-- i can't remember... baka sadyang kinalimutan ko na.<br /><br />20. Do you always attend class?<br />-- as much as i can. but i spend my authorized absences din.. wisely. hehe.<br /><br />21. What's/what are your org/orgs?<br />--- ACIL for life<br /><br />22. How many units have you passed?<br />--- forgot. basta i graduated. that's all that matters.<br /><br />23. Nangangarap ka bang maglaude?<br />-- hinde. pagkatapos na lang ng graduation na naisip ko un. hehe. (labo)<br /><br />24. When will you graduate?<br />-- grad na nga eh<br /><br />25. Fave subject/s?<br />-- CHEM! hehe. and philo with calasanz. tska psych.<br /><br />26. Worst subject/s?<br />-- Historrrrrrry. Historrrrrry! HISTORRRRRRRY!<br /><br />27. Fave landmark sa ADMU?<br />-- SANJOSE ROOF DECK!<br /><br />28. Fave kainan?<br />-- ARRUPE. hehe. dami food dun.<br /><br />29. How do you get to school?<br />-- I walk. <br /><br />30. Are you always at the lib?<br />-- most of the time. nagsisighting. hehe.<br /><br />31. Ever gone to the infirmary when you were sick?<br />-- yeah.<br /><br />32. Do you have a crush in campus?<br />-- naman. <br /><br />33. May balak kang mag-MS, PhD?<br />-- uu.<br /><br />34. Have you ever watched a graduation ceremony?<br />-- my graduation lang.<br /><br />35. Do you know the "Song for Mary" by heart?<br />-- dati. ngayon, some words na lang. hehe. whistle na lang, pwede?<br /><br />36. Memorize mo ba ang Fabilioh?<br />-- Fabilio-h. Fabilio-ah. Fablioh fablioh. Ra ra ra ra. hehe<br /><br />37. ...ang Halikinu?<br />-- baliktad ata. ehehehe.<br /> <br />38. ...eh ang Blue Eagle Spelling?<br />-- yan alam ko yan. magaling akos a spelling. hehe<br /><br />39. Are you part of Team Ateneo?<br />-- ano un?<br /><br />40. Who's your fave UAAP basketball player?<br />-- ughmm... ung girl na classmate ni koonce.. carolyn somthing. hehe<br /><br />41. Ever had a perfect score in an exam?<br />-- oo naman. chem. wala pa ko dalang calculator niyan ah. hehe. <br /><br />42. Ano ang ayaw mo sa Hell Week?<br />-- I love hell week. So many things to do, so little time. I loved planning my schedule, and then not following them, and then rushing. hehe.<br /><br />43. Dito ka ba natuto uminom ng beer?<br />-- yeah. tsaka magyosi<br /> <br />44. What do you like about our school?<br />-- dami chicks.<br /><br />45. Ano ang ayaw mo?<br />-- kayabangan nila. <br /><br />46. Have you ever bought anything at the A-shop?<br />-- lighter! hehe<br /><br />47. Maganda ba ID pic mo?<br />-- hinde. guwapo un.<br /><br />48. Done anything illegal on campus?<br />-- hehe<br /><br />49. Bought anything at National Katips?<br />-- naman.<br /><br />50. Ever gone to Starbucks Katips?<br />-- yup.<br /><br />51. May nakaaway ka na ba sa school?<br />-- bait ko.<br /><br />52. QPI?<br />-- basta C+/B hehe.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-6118820663669192352?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-17122664166719764322008-03-10T02:01:00.000-07:002008-03-10T08:55:00.578-07:00Below is my favorite song in the musical film "Sweeney Todd: Demon Barber of Fleet Street." The film is about a barber getting revenge for the injustice he experienced from the malicious hands of the judge. I think this song sums up the theme. It was sung by Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney when they were contemplating on what to do with the body of Petrelli, Sweeney's first victim. Their solution, make meat pies. And not just Petrelli's meat, who else? and what was their reasoning? Listen...<br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lmm1NjtqnsY"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lmm1NjtqnsY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />A LITTLE PRIEST<br /><br />MRS. LOVETT: Seems a downright shame...<br /><br />TODD: Shame?<br /><br />LOVETT: Seems an awful waste...<br />Such a nice, plump frame<br />Wot's 'is name has...<br />Had...<br />Has!<br />Nor it can't be traced...<br />Bus'ness needs a lift,<br />Debts to be erased...<br />Think of it as thrift,<br />As a gift,<br />If you get my drift!<br /><br />No?<br /><br />Seems an awful waste...<br />I mean, with the price of meat<br />What it is,<br />When you get it,<br />If you get it...<br /><br />TODD: HAH!<br /><br />LOVETT: Good, you got it!<br />Take, for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop!<br />Bus'ness never better using only pussycats and toast!<br />And a pussy's good for maybe six or seven at the most!<br />And I'm sure they can't compare as far as taste!<br /><br />[Simultaneously]<br /><br />TODD: Mrs. Lovett, what a charming notion<br />LOVETT: Well, it does seem a waste...<br /><br />TODD: Eminently practical<br />And yet appropriate as always!<br />LOVETT: It's an idea...<br /><br />TODD: Mrs. Lovett, how I've lived<br />Without you all these years, I'll never know!<br />How delectable!<br />Also undetectable!<br /><br />LOVETT: Think about it!<br />Lots of other gentlemen'll<br />Soon be comin' for a shave,<br />Won't they?<br />Think of<br />All them<br />Pies!<br /><br />TODD: How choice!<br />How Rare!<br /><br /><br />TODD: For what's the sound of the world out there?<br />LOVETT: What, Mr. Todd? What, Mr. Todd? What is that sound?<br />TODD: Those crunching noises pervading the air!<br />LOVETT: Yes, Mr. Todd! Yes, Mr. Todd! Yes, all around!<br />TODD: It's man devouring man, my dear!<br />BOTH: And [LOVETT: Then] who are we to deny it in here?<br />TODD: (spoken) These are desperate times, Mrs. Lovett, and desperate measures are called for!<br />LOVETT: Here we are, now! Hot out of the oven!<br /><br />TODD: What is that?<br />LOVETT: It's priest. Have a little priest.<br />TODD: Is it really good?<br />LOVETT: Sir, it's too good, at least! Then again, they don't commit sins of the flesh, So it's pretty fresh.<br />TODD: Awful lot of fat. <br />LOVETT: Only where it sat.<br />TODD: Haven't you got poet, or something like that?<br />LOVETT: No, y'see, the trouble with poet is'Ow do you know it's deceased? Try the priest!<br />TODD: (spoken) Heavenly! Not as hearty as bishop, perhaps, but then again, not as bland as curate, either!<br />LOVETT: And good for business, too -- always leaves you wantin' more! Trouble is, we only get it on Sundays! Lawyer's rather nice.<br />TODD: If it's for a price.<br />LOVETT: Order something else, though, to follow, Since no one should swallow it twice!<br />TODD: Anything that's lean.<br />LOVETT: Well, then, if you're British and loyal, You might enjoy Royal Marine! Anyway, it's clean. Though of course, it tastes of wherever it's been!<br />TODD: Is that squire, On the fire?<br />LOVETT: Mercy no, sir, look closer, You'll notice it's grocer!<br />TODD: Looks thicker, More like vicar!<br />LOVETT:No, it has to be grocer --It's green!<br /><br />TODD: The history of the world, my love --<br />LOVETT: Save a lot of graves, Do a lot of relatives favors!<br />TODD: Is those below serving those up above!<br />LOVETT: Ev'rybody shaves,So there should be plenty of flavors!<br />TODD: How gratifying for once to know<br />BOTH: That those above will serve those down below!<br /><br />LOVETT: (spoken) Now let's see, here... We've got tinker.<br />TODD: Something... pinker.<br />LOVETT: Tailor?<br />TODD: Paler.<br />LOVETT: Butler?<br />TODD: Subtler.<br />LOVETT: Potter?<br />TODD: Hotter.<br />LOVETT: Locksmith? Lovely bit of clerk.<br />TODD: Maybe for a lark.<br /><br />LOVETT: Then again there's sweep<br />If you want it cheap<br />And you like it dark!<br />Try the financier,<br />Peak of his career!<br />TODD:That looks pretty rank.<br />LOVETT:Well, he drank,<br />It's a bank<br />Cashier.<br />Never really sold.<br />Maybe it was old.<br /><br />TODD: Have you any Beadle?<br />LOVETT: Next week, so I'm told!<br />Beadle isn't bad till you smell it and<br />Notice 'ow well it's been greased...<br />Stick to priest!<br /><br />(spoken) Now then, this might be a little bit stringy,<br />but then of course it's... fiddle player!<br />TODD: No, this isn't fiddle player -- it's piccolo player!<br />LOVETT: 'Ow can you tell?<br />TODD: It's piping hot!<br />LOVETT: Then blow on it first!<br /><br />TODD: The history of the world, my sweet --<br />LOVETT: Oh, Mr. Todd, Ooh, Mr. Todd, What does it tell?<br />TODD: Is who gets eaten, and who gets to eat!<br />LOVETT: And, Mr. Todd, Too, Mr. Todd, Who gets to sell!<br />TODD: But fortunately, it's also clear<br />BOTH: That [L: But] ev'rybody goes down well with beer!<br /><br />LOVETT: (spoken)<br />Since marine doesn't appeal to you, 'ow about... rear admiral?<br />TODD: Too salty. I prefer general.<br />LOVETT: With, or without his privates? "With" is extra.<br /><br />TODD: What is that?<br />LOVETT: It's fop.<br />Finest in the shop.<br />And we have some shepherd's pie peppered<br />With actual shepherd on top!<br />And I've just begun --<br />Here's the politician, so oily<br />It's served with a doily,<br />Have one!<br /><br />TODD: Put it on a bun.<br />Well, you never know if it's going to run!<br />LOVETT: Try the friar,<br />Fried, it's drier!<br />TODD: No, the clergy is really<br />Too coarse and too mealy!<br /><br />LOVETT: Then actor,<br />That's compacter!<br />TODD: Yes, and always arrives overdone!<br />I'll come again when you have JUDGE on the menu!<br /><br />LOVETT: (spoken) Wait! True, we don't have judge yet,<br />but we've got something you might fancy even better.<br />TODD: What's that?<br />LOVETT: Executioner!<br /><br />TODD: Have charity towards the world, my pet!<br />LOVETT: Yes, yes, I know, my love!<br />TODD: We'll take the customers that we can get!<br />LOVETT: High-born and low, my love!<br />TODD: We'll not discriminate great from small!<br />No, we'll serve anyone,<br />Meaning anyone,<br />BOTH: And to anyone At all!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-1712266416671976432?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-34651064969092909202008-02-01T02:43:00.001-08:002008-08-08T11:32:26.807-07:00<blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"> Yey! Magsusulat na ulit ako! Kumusta ka na lemonink? Active ka pa rin ba? Nakakasawa na rin ang design mo. Ayaw mo palitan? Ano? Ako magpapalit? Eh wala na ako maisip na ipalit sa yo eh. Malaki ka na dapat ikaw na pumili ng design mo. Hindi lagi ay makapag-oonline ako para palitan ka. Hindi ka marunong? Antagal na natin magkasama, hindi ka pa rin marunong? Eh nakatatlong designs ka na nga di ba? ung una ung maitim, tapos naging puti, tapos naging malalemon. Hindi ba madali lang? Oo. Hangga't hindi mo sinusubukan, hindi mo malalaman kung madali o mahirap. Kaya dapat pagbalik ko nakapagpalit ka na ha? Ha? O siya, nakatalikod na naman ang aking magaling na superbisor, babalik na ulit ako sa ginagawa kong pagbabasa ng Ranma 1/2, pagdadownload ng mp3, at pagfrefrenster. Salamat sa pagentertain sa akin. Pramis, babalik ako't kuwekuwentuhan kita ulit ng buhay buhay ha? Jan ka lang. As if naman may mapupuntahan ka di ba? Hehe. Nararamdaman kong tinitignan ako ni TL eh, kaya dito muna ako ha? Ughmm... Anong bago sayo? Oi... Salita ka naman. Kuwentuhan mo ako. May bumibisita pa ba sayo dito? Si Nante lang ata sumusubaybay sayo ah. Atleast nakakaala siya. Kaibigan mo ba si umaantabay? Hindi? Makipagkaibigan ka naman. Wala ka rin naman ginagawa di ba? Malawak ang mundo ng internet kaya madami ka makikilalang bagong sites. Oo, alam kong ang dami dami dami dami nga ng mga sites na parang nakakatamad lumabas lahat at makasalamuha lahat, pero ganyan din sa totoong buhay. Kailangan mo talagang lumabas sa comfort zones mo at buksan ang sarili mo sa mga bago. Gawing mong motivation ang pagiging boring ng nasa iisang lugal lang, masaya sa labas. Kaya lumabas ka pa rin. Oi, hinid kita sinesermonan ha. Isa pa lang sinabi mo, ang dami ko na sinabi no? Eh ganun talga, hindi ka naman kasi nagsasalita eh kaya ako na lang ang dada ng dada. hehe. pagpasensyahan mo na. Sige na nga tama na ang sermon, alam ko naman na alam mo ang ibig kong sabihin eh. Hayan napatagal na ang pagsstay ko sa site mo. Actually hindi mo naman site to eh, notepad ako nagtatype. Pero iniisip kasi kita kaya parang nasa tabi mo na rin ako. Sabi nga nila, kapag ka ang mahal mo ay nasa puso mo, mas malapit pa sila sa inaakala mo, at pwede silang magpakita sayo kahit kailan mo man gustuhin. Lam mo, totoo yun. Narasan mo na ba magmahal? Talaga? Sino naman minahal mo? O share ka naman jan. Hindi na nakatingin si TL, pero interesado akong malaman kung sino na mahal mo kaya di muna ako aalis. Sige na kwentuhan mo ako. Dali. Sino? Kilala ko ba siya? </span></blockquote><br /><br /><br />I'm gonna stop talking to my blog before I reveal something cheesy about myself. Ever experienced that? You talk to someone and when you think you're actually getting to know them, you're actually getting to know yourself more. It may not be that obvious with a conversation going on, but still there is a large part of the getting-to-know-you-times that is actually getting-to-know-myself too. I vaguely remember a philosopher or maybe a theologian who said the same thing, but it is true. It gets obvious when you're talking to yourself or even talking to something inanimate such as a blog. Ha. Most of my earlier essays, reflections , even blog entries are actually products of conversations with the self. Like a dialectic, or a socratesian questioning. I ask the questions, a part of me answers. Then there's a contradacting reply, and then a debate, and it goes on til both sides of my brain agree to something. It's like an angel/demon conscience speaking to me and making me decide or even formulate one liners or lemuel classics. I don't know how others do their thinking but that's how I do mine.<br /><br />.... ...... ..... I was thinking of smething about the two way getting to know process.... but in my stream of consciousness, i forgot... .... .... ..... ...... Ughmm..... Ughmmm.... Forget it. I'll remember when I'll need to.<br /><br />My english is getting badder. I haven't had much practice lately. All though I'm still at the call center, I don't speak with customers anymore. I'm an SME (Subject Matter Expert) now so I only talk to agents who have questions about their work or the product or any tsr related concerns. And because most agents are more comfortable asking in Tagalog, I also always answer in tagalog. There are a few agents who ask in English, so it is only with them and a few supervisory calls where I practice my English. So I'd probably be online more often now to continue honing my written English. Or not. Ha! I only went back to writing here because I couldn't do what I regularly do - manga! I've been reading a lot of Manga lately, don't the blog entries reveal so? I actually have a lists of manga's that I check every week. Lemme name them, lemme name them.... (hitman reborn, fairytail, vagabond, jojo's bizzare advs, berserk, zetman, naruto, one piece, tender, airen, elfenlied, ranma, d-grayman,.... and a few more)<br />I'm sucker for good stories. And mangas are just so easy to read. I still read some books, but since I'm mostly at the office and the internet is really fast here and there isn't really anything hard with my work, I read manga! I don't like to think that I'm getting dumber here. There are still growth oppurtunities such as training, getting to know new people, speaking in front of a big group, communication skills, leading a team, and microsoft excel! But today, my TL is right behind my back! So here I am writing...<br /><br />But i may consider writing again. I may need to have a manga break even for just a while and then update mr lemonink here. I know some people who when you meet do not run out of stories even when you see them everyday. I think it is natural for talkative person to be like that but i aso think that there is something about a talkative person that not lets them run of stories... it's remembering what happened. I am not a talkative person but when there are times that there is a need to speak up such as yosi breaks or coffee dates, I run out of things to say. Ofcourse that is not the only requirement to being a talkative person, there's also the proud personality, the confident aura, the ability to share stories. Talkative people always have something to say, not because they might have experienced more, but because they have the above qualities. I'm just saying this while I'm typing so I really haven't thought of it that much. (Here! Here! Here's another example of the two way process... I'm sharing a thought that i really haven't thought about yet through the talking-to-self-method, but in my attempt to share it, I'm actually understading it more! There... my pagkaphilosophy major is coming out).<br /><br />Ahem. Anyway... The reason for my saying that is because I see those qualities present in two people i know who are very opposite each other. I have a 17 year old cousin who only stays in their house playing Ragnarok 24/7. He only comes down to eat and goes out to buy Coke or sometimes to play at the neighbor's internet cafe if ours is down. Now that guy is always noisy! During the rare times he comes down he always has something to say or to laugh at. And they're never funny at all. but still he never runs out of those stupid jokes of his. There are even times that I increase the volume of the TV or just not talk or respond at all but no no no, he doesn't sense that, he keeps sharing those stupid jokes, blurting out nonsense, and laughing out loud. That's the first kind of a talkative person: young and unexperienced. There's another one: the old and experienced. He's an officemate. 28 years old. He has experienced a lot - places, activities, people, animals, women. He always has something to say, and although his jokes are old, he is still able to make a few laugh and initiate conversations. Some consider him as mayabang, others do not mind, others find him funny.<br /><br />Two very different people, talkative in different ways. But similar in the basic qualities: proud personality, the confident aura, the ability to share stories, being able to remember details. I can say more about each but then this is beginning to sound like a college essay so I'm gonna end it here. In the end, my point will be that my blog writing will be a means of remembering what happened to me, a means to being able to communicate and share them in my own words, so that i can also be talkative in the good sense of the term.<br /><br />Thus, Mr. Lemon ink here will be alive yet again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-3465106496909290920?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-70225641181599410782008-01-06T20:03:00.000-08:002008-03-10T08:58:09.354-07:00Jet showed me this clip at work. Cheesy but nice. Sacrifices made for love always make me sigh and smile.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhlhsB0VkkA&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhlhsB0VkkA&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-7022564118159941078?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-25058385260938477822007-11-15T12:46:00.000-08:002008-08-08T11:36:42.276-07:00<div>I haven't been writing as often anymore mainly because of the lack of time and also because I couldn't think of anything worth writing about. I</div><br /><div>Closeness</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>What is closeness?<br />When you will be able to say that two people are close?<br />When they are together, physically? is that necessary?<br />Can two people miles apart be close? How does that happen?<br />When their hearts are close? When does that happen?<br />Do two hearts have to beat as one to be close?<br />Or is one person's open heart sufficent to initiate closeness?<br />Does there have to be two open hearts that share?<br />Can one feel close to somebody but not vice versa?<br />What is the difference between close and feeling close?<br />When is one so close yet so far?<br />When is one so far yet so close?<br />How does physical proximity play a role with closeness?<br />Does it matter to be close?<br />Does knowing what closeness means important?<br />What is a world without closenesS?<br />Is there any significance between close (as opposite of open) and close (as a feeling or a reality).<br />Is there a call to be close to someone or anyone?<br />Is there a call to be close to everyone?<br />Is man's being a call to be closed or to be close? or both?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-2505838526093847782?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-85097689603862892372007-09-17T02:18:00.000-07:002008-12-08T18:49:58.590-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/Ru5OZFYR68I/AAAAAAAAADM/JZ9g4khQCE8/s1600-h/447_3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111108819959802818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/Ru5OZFYR68I/AAAAAAAAADM/JZ9g4khQCE8/s200/447_3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Oh I've also finished reading the 288 chapters of Berserk Manga. It's an adult manga. referring to it as an adult makes me sound pervertish. hahaha. Hey, it's art! And besides i don't derive sexual pleasure from reading it. And it's not purely sensual anyway, it's mostly brutish gore, lots of cut body parts, cracked skulls, severed torso's and monsters devouring people. But as succesfull comics usually are, it is also about human values of love and friendship or brotherhood and the favorite of Mangaka's which is the conflict between good and evil.<br /><br />The story is about Guts, a mercernary of the middle anges, who... it's too complicated.. I'll let <strong>wikipedia</strong> sum it up.<br /><br /><div><div><div><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Guts is the protagonist of the story; a tall, muscular male with a huge sword called the Dragon Slayer along with a prosthetic left forearm that has a magnetic grip and also conceals a cannon. Guts is a Byronic Hero; he is born as one who may be able to struggle against Causality, but seemingly unable to affect it on a large scale. The Golden Age story arc of the series revolves around Guts's turbulent childhood and adolescence in a mercenary band after reluctantly being adopted by the band's leader Gambino at the behest of Gambino's lover, Shizu, and his subsequent joining with, and departure from, the Band of the Hawk. The dynamic relationship between Guts and Griffith, the leader of this group, forms the primary focus of the manga for the first thirteen volumes. After the events of the Eclipse, in which he loses his left forearm and right eye, Guts seeks revenge on Griffith. Upon doing so, he is subsequently reunited with Casca after two years separation. After the Incarnation Ceremony at Albion, Guts now travels with a new group of companions. He currently possesses the Berserker's Armor, an ancient, cursed suit of armor that allows the wearer to overcome his physical and mental boundaries in combat greatly increasing his fighting strength. Doing so damages his body and allows his inner beast, a feral dog-like demon, to take over and endanger everyone in the vicinity, friend or foe</em>.</span><br /></blockquote><br />There.. well done, <strong>wikipedia</strong>. Maasahan ka.<br /><br />The mangaka is Kentaro Miura, author of Zetman, the first manga I've read after Naruto and One piece. The updates are taking too long though but i they may stilll be worth the wait. And it's also not for kids.<br /><br />Now, about that social life. I'll be joining my officemates in a Couples Round. It's not romantic. It's what they call "drinking two rounds of beer" then going home after.<br /><br /><a href="http://groups.msn.com/BerserkManga">http://groups.msn.com/BerserkManga</a><br /><br /><a href="http://groups.msn.com/ZetManManga">http://groups.msn.com/ZetManManga</a></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-8509768960386289237?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-57971476972145559372007-09-17T01:42:00.000-07:002008-12-08T18:49:58.704-08:00<p>I have a new hobby at the office -- Crossword Puzzles! I used to play Soduku but I've gotten tired of that. And i think what i lack in writing and speaking are words! I always seem to be at a loss for words even with them white people. I am used to writing papers at college but i've always asked help from -Shift F7-. It has always helped. But there isn't any easy access thesaurus in conversations, so there. Atleast Im not letting my callcenter work make my mind dull.</p><p><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/Ru5EulYR64I/AAAAAAAAACs/cWqSFph8I4I/s1600-h/adv_screen004.jpg"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/Ru5FUlYR65I/AAAAAAAAAC0/XGkOMI3XrMA/s1600-h/adv_screen004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111098847045741458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/Ru5FUlYR65I/AAAAAAAAAC0/XGkOMI3XrMA/s320/adv_screen004.jpg" border="0" /></a>What have i been up to... I have been addicted to Advance Wars in GameboyAdvanced. It's like a Game's of the Generals Game and Chess and Red Alert at the same time. It's an old game, but it is fascinating. There are two players, (either two people, or a versus game with the PC), who move their pieces alternately. The pieces consists of soldiers, planes, tanks, and ship who's movements and firing ranges have exact distances. And there are also factories, shipyards, and airports, where you can continuosly add pieces to your game with the money you get from capturing buildings. I'm still at Mission 16, there are Three more Countries to save. Haha. Talk of Addiction. The Graphics are very plain but it still is enjoyable. :) </p><p>I've been reading a lot lately too. Im currently reading the first book of the 13 Wheel of Time Series by Robert Jordan. It seems to be trying to imitate LOTR that's why I'm not to keen on finishing it. </p><p>Now where's my social life... Oh no. </p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p>Word for the Day: </p><p><strong>en·nui</strong> [ahn-wee, ahn-wee; Fr. ahn-nwee] –noun<br />a feeling of utter weariness and discontent resulting from satiety or lack of interest; boredom: <em></em></p><p><em>The endless lecture produced an unbearable ennui.</em><br />—Synonyms listlessness, tedium, lassitude, languor.</p><br /><br /><p>Word History: Were they alive today, users of Classical Latin might be surprised to find that centuries later a phrase of theirs still survives, although as a single word. The phrase mihi in odiō est (literally translated as "to me in a condition of dislike or hatred is"), meaning "I hate or dislike," gave rise to the Vulgar Latin verb *inodiāre, "to make odious," the source of the Old French verb ennuyer or anoier, "to annoy, bore." This was borrowed into English by around 1275 as anoien, our annoy. From the Old French verb a noun meaning "worry, boredom" was derived, which became ennui in modern French. This noun, with the sense "boredom," was borrowed into English in the 18th century, perhaps filling a need in polite, cultivated society.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-5797147697214555937?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-67315437957128777012007-08-20T01:54:00.000-07:002007-08-20T02:05:23.437-07:00I have always preferred eat bulaga to wowowee but recently, I have been stuck to the former because most of the people in my aunt's house love PUPPY WILLIE. haha. i don't know what they find in that guy. <br /><br />anway,TL joane showed this, ngayon ko lang napanood benta... hahaha.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1wMxkIHZ9wc"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1wMxkIHZ9wc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-6731543795712877701?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-31253833603941867422007-08-05T02:34:00.000-07:002007-08-05T02:39:04.468-07:00i've been scheduled back to a day shift for about two weeks now, meaning the americans are already asleep, and we would only be getting calls from the usual insomniac and the frustrated customer. I haven't been writing much as I have again lost the interest, I've only been reading and reading. so there...<br /><br />word for the day: <strong>abscond</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><br />Then my mother heard people saying that the Miyawakis seemed to have "absconded." I remember asking her to explain to me what the word meant. Nowadays we just say "run away," I guess.<br /><br /><em>To leave quickly and secretly and hide oneself, often to avoid arrest or prosecution.</em><br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-3125383360394186742?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-64752179622877786202007-06-20T23:32:00.000-07:002008-12-08T18:49:58.810-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/Rnob0h_mgxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5qXDSKUPhbk/s1600-h/Zen_NanoPlus_Blue.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078402119105938194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/Rnob0h_mgxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5qXDSKUPhbk/s200/Zen_NanoPlus_Blue.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I bought a Creative Zen Nano plus 1 gig with built in mic and fm tuner for 56$. Not bad. An officemate is selling a pirated nano ipod 2 gigs with microphone, fm, and games for the same price, but as pirated devices go, their durability is never certain, so i didn't buy one. And besides, this would be the first device that I actually bought with my own salary so it had to be original and long lasting. People ask why not an Ipod or an MP4. Eh ayoko manghinayang pagnasnatch, commute boy kaya ako. Phone ko nga di ko mapalit palitan, 5 years nang 3350. I will change it when its no longer working but so far it's still faithful to its master. I am attached to my own stuff. Anyway, I haven't been listening to any music lately and I haven't been playing instruments anymore too so I figured a portable player would do well to reconcile me with music. I'll be buying a guitar next week, and will save for a saxophone, if my lungs haven't yet melted with nicotine.<br /><br />The only two cd's i have ripped to my mp3 are "song for sceptics" and "Horror Movie Soundtracks". Call that balanced. :) Its weird listening to jesuit music while eating at mcdo. The situation reminded me about the annual silent retreat that i had been attending for the past four years, so eventhough hungry, I slowly picked up my fries, slowly chewed them, and slowly drank my soda. I tried eating fast but that seemed to be betraying the music I was listening to. So? I turned off the mp3 player. It's even weirder to listen to horror soundtracks while walking alone on a dark alley. It Feels like some ugly creature is lurking behind the garbage bins waiting for an oppurtunity to grab me and eat me on the spot. Man, i gotta download some other songs.<br /><br />Music. i think music records lives. And this doesn't only apply to the composer or singer. For example, that song for sceptics track brought me back to the silent, relaxed, holy mood in mirador; the "beautiful girl" makes me remember my childhood nights when the radio station used to play that song; "lonely, mr lonely" on the other hand brings me to afternoon siestas when my deceased grandmother would be listening to her favorite radio drama; "mirror mirror hanging on the wall" to playing a Monster bash game on the pc; etcetera. Hey, i didn't choose those songs, they just played while i did whatever i did. It can be called conditioning in psychology, but i like to call it a recorder of life. naks.<br /><br />Anyway, what i don't like about portable players though is that the focused hearing seems to weaken all other senses. For example, with the sight, i usually look at everything i pass by--people's faces, reactions, clothes, what they're eating, corners, shops, buildings, sky, (observant eh, pero totoo). But with music blaring on the ears, I just walk straight, look at nothing in particular, and just listen. With the oflactory senses, I smell perfume when people walk past me, i smell the dried sweat on workers clothes at the mrt, I smell foreigners breathing through their mouths, i smell the stink of the sidewalks along EDSA ave, but not when there's music blaring on my ears, I just look straight and listen. With the skin sense, Sa skin, sa jeep, i usually feel the steaming heat of perspiration coming from the arms of seatmates and the soft skin of a lady beside you or the slight brushing of another masculine deficient guy's arm on your waist. mafeeling. Taste... taste is an exemption. i actually taste the food better when listening to something. Even with company, there is a tendency to not notice somebody talking to you or a tendency to make someone repeat what they have already said. So there, that's what i don't like about portable players, listening to the music isolates the listener from the world. I don't bring my player to work anymore, i prefer observing people to staring at nothing and just listening. But as always, that's just me. I'd still be using it though, maybe while reading a book at some coffeeshop, or just to record my voice so i can despise it, or listen to my pathetic attempts in singing.<br /><br />This would probably be my last entry for the moment, I might be scheduled back to a graveyard shift.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-6475217962287778620?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-85950684863737849412007-06-20T18:57:00.000-07:002007-06-20T18:58:38.216-07:00<p><a href="http://forge.codedgraphic.com/lakbayan"><img style="border:0px;" src="http://forge.codedgraphic.com/lakbayan/map-v1.0?haaabakaubbaaaaafppcankdaaakfababafpapabaffaaladukaacaaakakdkckaaahkcaappaadsaakaaaaaaaaaa9067" title="Lakbayan Visited Map" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://forge.codedgraphic.com/lakbayan"><img style="border:0px;margin-top:5px;" src="http://forge.codedgraphic.com/lakbayan/grade-c-" title="Lakbayan Grade: C-" alt="" /></a></p><p><strong>My Lakbayan grade is C-!</strong><p><p>How much of the Philippines have you visited? Find out at<a href="http://forge.codedgraphic.com/lakbayan">Lakbayan</a>!</p><cite style="font-size:85%">Created by <a href="http://vaes9.codedgraphic.com">Eugene Villar</a>.</cite><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-8595068486373784941?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-39817510499861757982007-06-09T23:35:00.000-07:002007-06-21T00:21:40.550-07:00Unleaded: 1/2 L a.v., 1L r.h., 100g p.a. juice, pitcher/ice<br />Diesel: 50 mL g.g., 100 mL sp., 20 mL mat., glass/ice<br /><br />i just had to note that down before my biochemist-bartender-teammate resigns.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-3981751049986175798?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-36893756596984164592007-06-07T03:13:00.001-07:002007-06-07T03:43:25.216-07:00I met an english blockmate during lunch break today. It was weird. I was smoking while waiting for an officemate who was at 7-11, then there was this girl who looked familiar with two others who were heading my way. I stared at her and she stared back. You know the feeling that you think the person knows that you think you know that person and vice versa if that made sense cause it didn't make sense to me and I don't want to edit it because I don't want it to make sense which is precisely the point of the encouter. (Damn, that was long.) Okay so when they were passing infront of me and we were still staring at each other with the sort of look you'll have when you have that feeling i mentioned, i suddenly asked, <em>kilala ba kita</em>? that sounded stupid. Damn it did. It sounded like she were some previous romantic aquaintance who doesn't deserve to be remembered and me sounding like someone who naturally attracts such aquaintances, not that i don't think I am, coz i think i am, haha, but that's not the point here too. What if she really wasn't the person i thought i knew her to be. Eh di she'll be giving me that, who-the-hell-are-you-freak look or angkapalmo look. I remember peter parker in spiderman3 acting weirdly uncool with the ladies he met when he wore that venom infested custume.. But anyway, i think what made me ask her that was that i was certain i knew her, and her same stare reveals that she knows me too. So to support that, i asked, <em>english blockmate</em>? And true to my belief, she was the person i thought her to be, and I the person she thought me to be, a classmate 5 years ago. So ayun nagkausap din. The feeling wasn't a sudden excitement like when i met magic at our lobby coz we weren't very close then but still it was as sudden and yeah weird.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-3689375659698416459?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-3113374094328045652007-06-06T23:51:00.000-07:002007-06-07T02:00:46.334-07:00one more thing, when i was a kid, I had this kitten that looked like Puss in boots in Shrek. And she had those cute eyes too. I usually brought that kitten to bed with me but one morning I woke up and found her dead. I must have slept on her. hehehehe. damn... So what'd i do, i threw her out the window so that none of my siblings would know how she died. I never told anyone about this, I hope none in my family knows about this blog. :)<br /><br />Damn... just when the theme is switching to something else not death related, i introduce another death scene. haha. Sorry kitten, I never grieved for you, but i still do remember you. I still love cats and i haven't accidentally hurt any either. :)<br /><br /><br /><br />word for the day: <strong>asanine</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><em>His reply was simply contemptuous, given in a pause in which he turned his eyes from Mrs. Harker to me, instantly turning them back again, “What an <strong>asinine</strong> question!”</em><br /><em></em><br />1.foolish, unintelligent, or silly; stupid:<br />2. of or like an ass: asinine obstinacy; asinine features.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-311337409432804565?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-21404333376972868962007-06-06T23:32:00.000-07:002008-12-08T18:49:59.062-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/Rmeqlh_mgtI/AAAAAAAAABY/zERlWIHB_QQ/s1600-h/shrek-shrek-2-puss-in-boots-face-3700964.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073211067013169874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/Rmeqlh_mgtI/AAAAAAAAABY/zERlWIHB_QQ/s200/shrek-shrek-2-puss-in-boots-face-3700964.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I have watched Shrek 3 twice already. I don't normally watch movies twice unless there's new company or unless I have a DVD copy. with this one, it's the former. I thought I wouldn't find the jokes funny anymore but I still laughed at some scenes. For me, good jokes are those that make you smile or smirk when you expect yourself not to. Mabenta pa rin ang pinocchio-charming scene. <em><strong>spoiler below</strong></em><br /><br /><em>Prince Charming: You! You can't lie! Where is Shrek?<br />Pinocchio: Well, uh, I don't know where he's not.<br />Prince Charming: You don't know where Shrek is?<br />Pinocchio: On the contrary,<br />Prince Charming: So you do know where he is!<br />Pinocchio: I'm possibly more or less not definitely rejecting the idea that I undeniably<br />Prince Charming: Stop it!<br />Pinocchio: Do or do not know where he shouldn't probably be. If that indeed wasn't where he isn't!<br /></em><br />although reading it isn't as funny as hearing Pinocchio say it. :)<br /><br />Wikipedia lists several cultural references to shrek 3. The following are for me the more interesting ones as, again, i am made to research more about them. <em><strong>spoilers again</strong></em>.<br /><br /><em>After smashing the second wall, the dazed Queen can be heard humming "</em><a title="A Spoonful of Sugar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Spoonful_of_Sugar"><em>A Spoonful of Sugar</em></a><em>". Julie Andrews, who plays the queen, sang the same song in </em><a title="Mary Poppins (film)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Poppins_(film)"><em>Mary Poppins</em></a><em>. </em><br /><br /><em>The animal call that </em><a title="Snow White" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snow_White"><em>Snow White</em></a><em> uses against the Talking Trees is actually the war cry from </em><a title="Led Zeppelin" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Led_Zeppelin"><em>Led Zeppelin</em></a><em>'s </em><a title="Immigrant Song" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Immigrant_Song"><em>Immigrant Song</em></a><em>, but the beginning is actually a spoof of With a Smile and Song from the original </em><a title="Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937 film)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snow_White_and_the_Seven_Dwarfs_(1937_film)"><em>Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs</em></a><em> Disney movie. </em><br /><br /><em>When </em><a title="Snow White" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snow_White"><em>Snow White</em></a><em> rips the sleeve of her dress, she has a tattoo that says </em><a title="Dopey" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dopey"><em>Dopey</em></a><em> on it that is referring to the seven dwarfs in the </em><a title="Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937 film)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snow_White_and_the_Seven_Dwarfs_(1937_film)"><em>Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs</em></a><em> Disney movie </em><br /><br /><em>Before Shrek and Artie have a heart to heart, Merlin plays the opening music to "</em><a title="That's What Friends Are For" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/That"><em>That's What Friends Are For</em></a><em>". </em><br /><br /><em>After Gingy's life flashes before his eyes, he sings "</em><a title="On the Good Ship Lollipop" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_the_Good_Ship_Lollipop"><em>On the Good Ship Lollipop</em></a><em>".<br />When Charming is in his dressing room, you can see the </em><a title="Phantom of the opera" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phantom_of_the_opera"><em>phantom of the opera's</em></a><em> mask and costume. </em><br /><br /><em>At King Harold's </em><a title="Funeral" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Funeral"><em>funeral</em></a><em> the </em><a title="Live and Let Die (song)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Live_and_Let_Die_(song)"><em>theme</em></a><em> song for the </em><a title="James Bond" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Bond"><em>James Bond</em></a><em> movie </em><a title="Live and Let Die (film)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Live_and_Let_Die_(film)"><em>Live and Let Die</em></a><em> is sung - John Cleese (who voiced Harold) played the </em><a title="Q (James Bond)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Q_(James_Bond)#John_Cleese_as_Q_.28Jokingly_known_as_R.29"><em>second Q</em></a><em> in the </em><a title="James Bond (films)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Bond_(films)"><em>James Bond film series</em></a><em>. </em><br /><br /><em>In the scene where Shrek is on the ship dreaming about being a dad, the stroller that rolls into his room is from the movie "</em><a title="Rosemary's Baby" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosemary"><em>Rosemary's Baby</em></a><em>". </em></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-2140433337697286896?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-4820401250534333002007-06-06T03:14:00.000-07:002008-12-08T18:49:59.228-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/Rmf8AR_mgwI/AAAAAAAAABw/PBXAwZkQqik/s1600-h/WM_Matlow+Lemon+Candy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073300587016520450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/Rmf8AR_mgwI/AAAAAAAAABw/PBXAwZkQqik/s200/WM_Matlow%2BLemon%2BCandy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/RmfyFh_mgvI/AAAAAAAAABo/wRr-IAvLIoc/s1600-h/WM_Matlow+Lemon+Candy.JPG"></a><br />I accidentally swallowed the lemuhn flavored candy i was chewing... (uhhh whatever you do with a friggin candy). I can still feel it on my throat.. kakainis. I mean, I swallow my ascorbic acid without water and I really don't mind feeling medicine on my throat but a candy! Last time i accidentally swallowed one was in grade school... I swallowed a lot of things when i was a kid ranging from duhat to santol seeds (accidentally). But man how could a candy slip so easily down my throat. I coughed it out, but it was too late. nawala na ang tipaklong. grrr... But it's already there. So what else to do than to accept it and burp my lemony breath. haha. Burp... shmell the lemuhn.. :)<br /><br />word for the day: <strong>hurumentado</strong>/<strong>nanggagalaiti </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><em>rachel: something something... mga nanggalaiti na customers... somesomething something hurumentado. </em><br /><em><br /></em>hurumentado: amok/nagwawala<br />nanggagalaiti: galit na galit<br /><br />they are common words daw but hey I don't hear that everyday.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-482040125053433300?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-22433438013779835922007-06-03T02:03:00.000-07:002008-12-08T18:49:59.480-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/RmKFdYyhpBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MG54l_AZElk/s1600-h/DSC01060.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071762870289671186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/RmKFdYyhpBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MG54l_AZElk/s200/DSC01060.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I just finished reading the manga series that i mentioned on the previous log.. Ang galing, another good story, that "carried" me all through the end. Some parts were predictable but all in all, the story was great. twas about some highschool stud who picked up a notebook of some death god who purposely dropped it because he was bored and wanted to see how a human would use it. Anybody whose name is written on the notebook dies of a heart attack unless otherwise specified on the note. This smart stud used it to "purify the world of evil men" by writing down names of criminals or evil doers and thus known as "kira" (for killer). The police and a world renowned detective were after him, and so the story goess... At first i thought the theme was corny, but I wasn't really after the theme knowing how most japanese manga usually talk about humanity and values and goody goody people at the end. So I gave it a try.<br /><br />I love the feeling that good stories give. There's always the excitement, the heat, that makes you wanna rush and keep on asking, "comeon, what happened next" especially near the ending. And just wanting to know what happened next or just to verify if your guesses will happen, you tend to skip lines and just scan through the whole paragraphs without actually reading them. Only when you've known what had happened , do you go back the lines that were skipped to get a better view of how it happened. I know some who read the end of the book first and then start reading from the beginning. My approach is similar but i don't do that, that would be a major spoil, although... sometimes I do skip pages when i couldn't take the suspense anymore.</div><div>I like stories, I don't really care about the literature stuff like themes or constructions or whatever, I'm not a good writer as is evident but i love reading.<br /><br />The excitement brought about by stories are very different from the sort of feeling i mentioned on the CALMOT entry. The latter was just a very sudden reaction. One time you are just calmly thinking what brand of cigarette to smoke, and then out of the blue you meet some friend you haven't seen, then you get excited and you tend to rush with the questions and the plans of things to do. Its frustrating how the calmness so abruptly transition to excitement. Yeah just like skipping through whole pages in a book just to know the ending. With stories however, just like the diagrams they had us memorize in highschool, the excitement is built up slowly and consistently. The excitement isn't sudden, it's built up towards a peak, and then it'll fling you down and you slowly float down to reach the ground. That is the point where i stop reading for a while and just relish that feeling of reaching ground, the satisfaction of knowing what had happened. ONce that sinks in, im ready to scale another peak. Did that just sound like orgasm. Haha. Daaymn. .</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-2243343801377983592?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-10083885422120859182007-05-31T03:48:00.001-07:002008-12-08T18:49:59.627-08:00its true!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/Rl6oEIyhpAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2XwiA44IZE0/s1600-h/praryan1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070675019498103810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/Rl6oEIyhpAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2XwiA44IZE0/s200/praryan1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Back to the writing exercises. I have been busy reading Death Note (a manga series) these past days and it has gotten me so hooked that I haven't had another invisible entry on this blog. I would like to share the story too but I think there has been enough death entries now. Thoughwhat was interesting with the manga ws that there were less action scenes and magic ninjutsu or whatever and more intellectual instances, a sort of battle between smart detectives and killers. Where was I, oh yeah, I was so hooked to this particular chapter that I forgot to take notice of my sorrundings and watch out for roving supervisors. Before I knew it, there was already an "ahem" from my back. Demmet. Another warning from my gorillaish sup. :)<br /><br />So back to sharing and writing on this notepad. I am just randomly typing anything again that comes to mind, so that I may look very busy with something, while I wait for the sup to go somewhere else. I feel like a prey watching out for predators who are waiting for that chance to catch me off my guard and paralyze me with their bite. I can imagine the feeling of those little dinosaurs on Geographic Channel who while drinking on swamps raise their head once in a while to listen and scan their sorroundings for possible danger. Well all defenseless animals have that kind of sense to danger, say a deer or a prarie dog. There he goes, he has left. And I'll get back to reading.<br /><br />THe cat is out, the Mouse plays once again.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-1008388542212085918?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-17827996584308140612007-05-25T00:50:00.000-07:002007-05-25T01:06:57.188-07:00Met magic at our lobby when i went down for a smoke during my lunchbreak. I'm a usually calm person but I tend to rush or hurry up things when I suddenly meet a person I haven't seen for a long time or have unexpectedly met some body I know. I guess it's normal to feel excited but I hate the sudden transition from calm to excitement and the hurry hurry, I lose track of time and I tire myself with the rushing.<br /><br /><br /><br />Word for the day: <strong>hulas</strong><br /><br /><em>june: e di pasok kami bukas na lasing kami.<br />marj: hindi, pagpasok niyo bukas, nahulasan na kayo nun.<br />me: ... hulasan... oooh...</em><br /><br />mahulasan: mahimasmasan, mabuhay<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-1782799658430814061?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-56359593495945184852007-05-24T02:01:00.000-07:002007-06-05T02:31:18.469-07:00<a href="C:/WINDOWS/system32/mspaint.exe">paint</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-5635959349594518485?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-53727787470934133152007-05-23T00:52:00.000-07:002008-12-08T18:49:59.822-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/RlQM8oyho_I/AAAAAAAAABA/vMLbOpiGq6E/s1600-h/photo14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067689716579673074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/RlQM8oyho_I/AAAAAAAAABA/vMLbOpiGq6E/s200/photo14.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/RlP28oyho-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/xyhsehp8gB0/s1600-h/rain.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>It has started to rain again. Rainy seasons has always been my favorite time of the year. Its smell is a mix of freshness, of youth, of loneliness, of peace, of calm, of comfort. :) haaay..<br /><br />I like being rained on... ughmm let's just say i like walking in the rain. But i haven't experienced that for a while now. The last time was in college, when I could go to school with shorts and slippers and a pen. (damn... i miss those days). But now I'm always dressed up formally with pants and leather shoes. There were trees and lots of greens at school too that you'd think manila rain is almost fresh. But now, i only see buildings and cars, jeeps, and lots and lots of busses. I calmly walk with rain before, but now i ESCAPE it. shucks..<br /><br />I miss those days at gradeschool when after class, my classmates and I would play in the rain and wet each other by stamping on pools of water. Or when I would wait on a nearby leafy branch til one passes so I can pull the branch and then get away so the victim would be wet all over. And then arrive home and get scolded by grandmother who is already expecting me to be wet and is already holding a towel. Then once dried up, sit by the window with my bros to watch the rain drops form bubbles on the ground which slowly flow on the street, endless bubbles, that you imagine them to be bubble men swimming and going with the flow of the water. And the raindrops from the roof that come down so fast that you think they are bullets and you place your fingers in between imagining it to be a transformer escaping those bullets. Come night time, you sleep peacefully with the pitter patter of the rain on the rooftops, cuddle in the comfy sheets and listen to the choir of frogs and turtles. you wake up and it's still raining, so you sleep and lie down some more. haaay.. :) the days..<br /><br />But now. you get out from the office, feel a little drop on your head, "shet ala ako payong", "pucha, magkakasakit na namana ko." it drops a few more, then u start running. naging hassle na ang ulan. At home naman, you worry if you have forgotten to close the windows, or if somebody has already brought in your drying laundry, and you worry if it would rain too hard that it would flood the third floor. third floor huh. It's opposite at home, the water comes in from the veranda upstairs. Whenever it rains, the doors and windows are closed, you can no longer smell the rain, and then it gets really hot and stuffy that you have to turn on the aircon and you end up paying more for your electricity just to cool down during the rainy seasons. talk about absurd. And there aren't any frogs anymore. Only silent rats and roaches.<br /><br />We were taught the "rain rain come again song" when we were kids, but i only sing that now. :)<br /><br />There, it has stopped raining and so will the rain blogging :).</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>word for the day: im looking for a word about remembering, a state of reminiscing the past, a state of being in the past.. grrr... </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-5372778747093413315?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-80114062331888418682007-05-21T02:25:00.000-07:002007-05-21T04:08:18.039-07:00<div align="left">I was asking my officemate to pronounce the word "deaths" while I searched on google for sentences that use that word, when i came over this link , <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_unusual_deaths">List of Unusual Deaths</a>. I have to say it is very interesting. It's Sort of a collection of final destiny scenes with lots of crazy people involved.<br /><br />The following i find to be most interesting of all. And by interesting, I mean, I browsed for follow up stories or some pictures of the involved characters. <em><strong>Warning: the following portion may contain language or scenarios which may be offensive to some readers.</strong><br /></em><br /><br />53 BC: Following his defeat at Carrhae at the hands of the Parthians under Spahbod Surena, Marcus Licinius Crassus was executed by having molten gold poured down his throat. Some accounts claim that his head was then cut off and used as a stage prop in a play performed for the Parthian king Orodes II. <em>(this is a literal take on golden voice)</em><br /><br />415: The Greek mathematician and philosopher Hypatia of Alexandria was murdered by a mob by having her skin ripped off with sharp oyster-shells and what remained of her being burned. <em>(why didn't i think of this when i was still a student)</em><br /><br /><br />1899: French president Félix Faure died of a stroke while receiving oral sex in his office. <em>(talk about nirvana)</em><br /><br />1947: The Collyer brothers, extreme cases of compulsive hoarders were found dead in their home in New York. The younger brother, Langley, died by falling victim to a booby trap he had set up, causing a mountain of objects, books, and newspapers to fall on him crushing him to death. His blind brother, Homer, who had depended on Langley for care, died of starvation some days later. Their bodies were recovered after massive efforts in removing many tons of debris from their home. <em>(i felt sad with this)</em><br /><br />1974: Christine Chubbuck, an American television news reporter, committed suicide during a live broadcast on July 15. At 9:38 AM, 8 minutes into her talk show, on WXLT-TV in Sarasota, Florida, she drew out a revolver and shot herself in the head. <em>(damn... KSP)</em><br /><br /><br />1981: A 25-year-old Dutch woman studying in Paris, Renée Hartevelt, was killed and eaten by a classmate, Issei Sagawa, when he invited her to dinner for a literary conversation. The killer was declared unfit to stand trial and extradited back to Japan, where he was released from custody within fifteen months. <em>(uggh...)</em><br /><br /><br />2001: Bernd-Jürgen Brandes was stabbed repeatedly in the neck and then eaten by Armin Meiwes. Before the killing, both men dined on Brandes' severed penis. Brandes had answered an internet advertisement by Meiwes looking for someone for this purpose. Brandes explicitly stated in his will that he wished to be killed and eaten. This is referred to in the song "Mein Teil" by German NDH band Rammstein.[30] <em>(ughh ulit...)</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-8011406233188841868?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-23287350313265772212007-05-20T20:35:00.000-07:002007-05-21T00:49:53.854-07:00text<br /><br /><em>me: Kmsta dyan?</em><br /><em>friend: Okay nmn. May nama2tay. May nabu2hay.</em><br /><br />nuff said.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />word for the day: <strong><em>nangimay</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><em>me: aray... sh*t... sakit.. na-ano ako... ano nga tawag dun.</em><br /><em>kaye: nangimay...</em><br /><em>me: oooh...</em><br /><em></em><br /><strong>nangimay</strong>: while looking for online definitions of that word, i came over its medical term: <strong>paresthesia</strong> naks...<br /><br />according to wikipedia, "Paresthesia or paraesthesia (in British English) is a sensation of tingling, pricking, or numbness of a person's skin with no apparent long-term physical effect, more generally known as the feeling of pins and needles or of a limb being "asleep".<br /><br />application:<br /><em>me: ooh... aray.. sakit.. naparesthesia ako...</em><br /><em>kaye: ano yun...</em><br /><em>me: nangimay.</em><br /><em>kaye: oooh...</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-2328735031326577221?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-77890989643283628632007-05-18T04:16:00.000-07:002007-05-22T01:57:10.240-07:00Copy paste the whole code below into the address bar and add the letter "j" at the beginning to make the word "javascript". astig ang dating.<br /><br /><br />avascript:R=0; x1=.1; y1=.05; x2=.25; y2=.24; x3=1.6; y3=.24; x4=300; y4=200; x5=300; y5=200; DI=document.images; DIL=DI.length; function A(){for(i=0; i-DIL; i++){DIS=DI[ i ].style; DIS.position='absolute'; DIS.left=Math.sin(R*x1+i*x2+x3)*x4+x5; DIS.top=Math.cos(R*y1+i*y2+y3)*y4+y5}R++}setInterval('A()',5); void(0);<br /><br /><br />this was forwarded by an officemate. I searched google and found out that it actually has lots of samples... this is one <a href="http://wiki.java.net/bin/view/JUGs/JavaScriptSnippets">here</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-7789098964328362863?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-12746143829792668162007-05-18T03:42:00.001-07:002008-12-08T18:50:00.225-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/Rk2GLIyho9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/LpEhKVShCSY/s1600-h/bullets.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065852681757762514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/Rk2GLIyho9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/LpEhKVShCSY/s200/bullets.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/Rk2GFoyho8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/abinXwiO-zA/s1600-h/bullets.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>I have been receiving a lot of texts about Abra being a nest of deaths during election days. I haven't personally seen or heard any of the news regarding the recent killings but the people who've been texting me did seem to be distressed. I don't know why I myself who is an Abreno don't seem to be affected by the happenings at home. The closest emotion that i can say i feel could be worry. Worry for my family and friends at home.<br /><br />However, wiith the whole province's state, I don't really care. I'm apathetic. It could be because i haven't gone home to the province for quite a long time now or it could also be because I have given up on my province. It has always been like that since I was a kid. Death and elections had always seemed to go together very well. It's not that I see death every time I open our doors during elections but every election days, there had always been news about death in some part of the province. I remember my father saying it is dangerous to go out at night as a stray bullet may just suddenly greet you.<br /><br />People kill each other for power. The more fear instilled to enemies, the more power you have. Good officials are killed. Those who contradict the present administration gets killed. I have asked my father to run for mayor, but he only said, "I'd rather live". I have thought of becoming some kind of "punisher" too like that villain in spiderman, so I can put justice in my hands and kill corrupt men, robbers, whoever bad men there are who deserve some sort of punshing. Sounds exciting, but that would certainly involve some skills with guns and martial arts, money, and most of all, a lot of guts. After realizing that nothing would really ever solve the porblem, one just subconsciously gives up and just let things be.<br /><br />And writing that now, apathy does seem to be a very dangerous state do be in. The state of No Concern. Darn. I shouldn't just wait until I see my family's names in the papers before i be concerned of the severity of the situation in my home province. I hate writing. It makes you realize the bad things about yourself. Grrr...<br /><br />Maiba na lang. I noticed that i am still just spontaneously writing down thoughts. hehe. But atleast I am more aware of my use of words and grammar which is a good thing to get myself acquainted with letters and writings again. :)<br /><br />word for the day: <strong>tampalasan</strong><br /><br /><em>sundalo: blablabal<br />prinsipe desu: tampalasan!<br /></em><br />ako: hehehe.. tampalasan. what the hell is that... hehehe... it means "walang galang" daw. :)</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-1274614382979266816?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-79036820464764388992007-05-17T19:52:00.000-07:002007-05-17T19:53:13.249-07:00test<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-7903682046476438899?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-7357912696461625472007-05-17T03:19:00.000-07:002007-05-17T03:21:41.484-07:00customer calls with a very noticable Filipino accent and asks about how the company's products work. As he is summing up our conversation....<br /><br /><strong>customer</strong>: So kelangan ko lang tlaga highspeed provider then it will work.<br /><strong>me</strong>: Yes sir.<br /><strong>customer</strong>: And if i want the service for my family in the philippines, bibilhan ko sila.<br /><strong>me</strong>: Tama po.<br /><strong>customer</strong>: And then i'll add a line for them na matransfer sa device na un.<br /><strong>me</strong>: Wen sir.<br /><br />haha... talking to a pinoy customer does bring me back to my roots. "Wen" is ilocano for yes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-735791269646162547?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-30237927871490765132007-05-17T02:57:00.001-07:002007-05-17T03:08:04.237-07:00I don't know if this only happens with me but i noticed that when i am reading a novel. I always stop reading at the end of exciting parts. There are many examples but I couldn't think of any right now... Let's see... With Dracula, when Helsing and his companions finally killed Lucy, I stopped reading for two days and then continued again. I want to relish the exciting parts of stories. I don't really go back and read them over and over but I want to retain the feeling of being held in suspense, or being happy, or being sad, made by the stories. And when it finally fades, I go back to read again and continue with the story. I get easily hooked with good stories.<br /><br />Anyway, i'm through with stream of consciousness for now. If i have to learn how to write, I've got to write properly. The thing with thinking is that it is an activity of the mind and it does not need any expressions or words. You just know what you were thinking and that's it. With writing however, it's expressing the thoughts, and it can get difficult if you don't have the right word for the right thought. If i were jotting down my thoughts right now and not minding about what words I have written or what grammar they were, I would have filled up the entire page. It is possible for some, but right now for me, i'll take it slow. (LSS, take it slow ow ow ow ow) :)<br /><br />word for the day, <strong>bulilyaso</strong>. :)<br /><br /><em>Oh kumusta movie niyo kagabi?Wala, nabulilyaso eh, kaya nagstarbucks na lang kami.</em><br /><em><br /></em>I find the word funny because I don't hear it often. Bu-lil-ya-so. hahaha. Bulilyaso... :) retaso, repaso, bulilyaso... damn.. i m weird. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-3023792787149076513?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-42287241870234828552007-05-17T00:16:00.000-07:002007-05-21T21:35:10.997-07:00<div align="justify">This is my favorite part in the "Storm of Swords" by George R.R. Martin.<br />summary: The Edmure Tully and Roselyn Frey are to wed to seal the alliance between Starks and Freys, but what was supposed to be a grand wedding turned out to be a very well plotted massaccre of the family. Point of view is with Catelyn, the mother of the King Stark.<br /><br />Dacey Mormont, who seemed to be the only woman left in the hall besides Catelyn, stepped up behind Edwyn Frey, and touched him lightly on the arm as she said something in his ear. Edwyn wrenched himself away from her with unseemly violence. </div><div align="justify">"No," he said, too loudly. "I'm done with dancing for the nonce." </div><div align="justify">Dacey paled and turned away. Catelyn got slowly to her feet. What just happened there? Doubt gripped her heart, where an instant before had been only weariness. It is nothing, she tried to tell herself, you are seeing grumkins in the woodpile, you are become an old silly woman sick with grief and fear. But something must have shown on her face. Even Ser Wendel Manderly took note.<br />"Is something amiss?" he asked, the leg of lamb in his hands. </div><div align="justify">She did not answer him. Instead she went after Edwyn Frey. The players in the gallery had finally gotten both king and queen down to their name-day suits. With scarcely a moment's respite, they began to play a very different sort of song. No one sang the words, but Catelyn knew "The Rains of Castamere" when she heard it. Edwyn was hurrying toward a door. She hurried faster, driven by the music. Six quick strides and she caught him. And who are you, the proud lord said, that I must bow so low? She grabbed Edwyn by the arm to turn him and went cold all over when she felt the iron rings beneath his silken sleeve. Catelyn slapped him so hard she broke his lip. Olyvar, she thought, and Perwyn, Alesander, all absent. And Roslin wept ... </div><div align="justify"><br />Edwyn Frey shoved her aside. The music drowned all other sound, echoing off the walls as if the stones themselves were playing. Robb gave Edwyn an angry look and moved to block his way ... and staggered suddenly as a quarrel sprouted from his side, just beneath the shoulder. if he screamed then, the sound was swallowed by the pipes and horns and fiddles. Catelyn saw a second bolt pierce his leg, saw him fall. Up in the gallery, half the musicians had crossbows in their hands instead of drums or lutes. She ran toward her son, until something punched in the small of the back and the hard stone floor came up to slap her. </div><div align="justify">"Robb!" she screamed. </div><div align="justify">She saw Smalljon Umber wrestle a table off its trestles. Crossbow bolts thudded into the wood, one two three, as he flung it down on top of his king. Robin Flint was ringed by Freys, their daggers rising and falling. Ser Wendel Manderly rose ponderously to his feet, holding his leg of lamb. A quarrel went in his open mouth and came out the back of his neck. Ser Wendel crashed forward, knocking the table off its trestles and sending cups, flagons, trenchers, platters, turnips, beets, and wine bouncing, spilling, and sliding across the floor. </div><div align="justify"><br />Catelyn's back was on fire. I have to reach him. The Smalljon bludgeoned Ser Raymund Frey across the face with a leg of mutton. But when he reached for his swordbelt a crossbow bolt drove him to his knees. In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws. She saw Lucas Blackwood cut down by Ser Hosteen Frey. One of the Vances was hamstrung by Black Walder as he was wrestling with Ser Harys Haigh. And mine are long and sharp, my lord, as long and sharp as yours. The crossbows took Donnel Locke, Owen Norrey, and half a dozen more. Young Ser Benfrey had seized Dacey Mormont by the arm, but Catelyn saw her grab up a flagon of wine with her other hand, smash it full in his face, and run for the door. It flew open before she reached it. Ser Ryman Frey pushed into the hall, clad in steel from helm to heel. A dozen Frey men-atarms packed the door behind him. They were armed with heavy longaxes. </div><div align="justify">"Mercy!" Catelyn cried, but horns and drums and the clash of steel smothered her plea. Ser Ryman buried the head of his axe in Dacey's stomach. By then men were pouring in the other doors as well, mailed men in shaggy fur cloaks with steel in their hands. Northmen! She took them for rescue for half a heartbeat, till one of them struck the Smalljon's head off with two huge blows of his axe. Hope blew out like a candle in a storm. in the midst of slaughter, the Lord of the Crossing sat on his carved oaken throne, watching greedily.<br /></div><div align="justify">There was a dagger on the floor a few feet away. Perhaps it had skittered there when the Smalljon knocked the table off its trestles, or perhaps it had fallen from the hand of some dying man. Catelyn crawled toward it. Her limbs were leaden, and the taste of blood was in her mouth. I will kill Walder Frey, she told herself. jinglebell was closer to the knife, hiding under a table, but he only cringed away as she snatched up the blade. I Mll kill the old man, I can do that much at least. </div><div align="justify"><br />Then the tabletop that the Smalljon had flung over Robb shifted , and her son struggled to his knees. He had an arrow in his side, a second in his leg, a third through his chest. Lord Walder raised a hand, and the music stopped, all but one drum. Catelyn heard the crash of distant battle, and closer the wild howling of a wolf. Grey Wind, she remembered too late. </div><div align="justify">"Heh," Lord Walder cackled at Robb, "the King in the North arises. Seems we killed some of your men, Your Grace. Oh, but I'll make you an apology, that will mend them all again, heh.-<br /></div><div align="justify">Catelyn grabbed a handful of jinglebell Frey's long grey hair and dragged him out of his hiding place. </div><div align="justify">"Lord Walder!" she shouted. </div><div align="justify">"LORD WALDER!" The drum beat slow and sonorous, doom boom doom. </div><div align="justify">"Enough," said Catelyn. "Enough, I say. You have repaid betrayal with betrayal, let it end." When she pressed her dagger to jinglebell's throat, the memory of Bran's sickroom came back to her, with the feel of steel at her own throat. The drum went boom doom boom doom boom doom. </div><div align="justify">"Please," she said. "He is my son. My first son, and my last. Let him go. Let him go and I swear we will forget this ... forget all you've done here. I swear it by the old gods and new, we ... we will take no vengeance. . . "<br />Lord Walder peered at her in mistrust. "Only a fool would believe such blather. D'you take me for a fool, my lady?" </div><div align="justify"><br />"I take you for a father. Keep me for a hostage, Edmure as well if you haven't killed him. But let Robb go."<br />"No. " Robb's voice was whisper faint. "Mother, no . . .<br />"Yes. Robb, get up. Get up and walk out, please, please. Save yourself ... if not for me, for Jeyne."<br />"Jeyne?" Robb grabbed the edge of the table and forced himself to stand.<br />"Mother," he said, "Grey Wind..."<br />"Go to him. Now. Robb, walk out of here."<br />Lord Walder snorted. "And why would I let him do that?"<br />She pressed the blade deeper into jinglebell's throat. The lackwit rolled his eyes at her in mute appeal. A foul stench assailed her nose, but she paid it no more mind than she did the sullen ceaseless pounding of that drum, boom doom boom doom boom doom. Ser Ryman and Black Walder were circling round her<br />back, but Catelyn did not care. They could do as they wished with her; imprison her, rape her, kill her, it made no matter. She had lived too long, and Ned was waiting. It was Robb she feared for.<br />"On my honor as a Tully," she told Lord Walder, "on my honor as a Stark, I will trade your boy's life for Robb's. A son for a son." Her hand shook so badly she was ringing Jinglebell's head. Boom, the drum sounded, boom doom boom doom. The old man's lips went in and out. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">The knife trembled in Catelyn's hand, slippery with sweat. </div><div align="justify">"A son for a son, heh," he repeated. "But that's a grandson ... and he never was much use." </div><div align="justify">A man in dark armor and a pale pink cloak spotted with blood stepped up to Robb. </div><div align="justify">"Jaime Lannister sends his regards." He thrust his longsword through her son's heart, and twisted.<br /></div><div align="justify">Robb had broken his word, but Catelyn kept hers. She tugged hard on Aegon's hair and sawed at his neck until the blade grated on bone. Blood ran hot over her fingers. His little bells were ringing, ringing, ringing, and the drum went boom doom boom.<br /></div><div align="justify">Finally someone took the knife away from her. The tears burned like vinegar as they ran down her cheeks. Ten flerce ravens were raking her face with sharp talons and tearing off strips of flesh, leaving deep furrows that ran red with blood. She could taste it on her lips.<br /></div><div align="justify">It hurts so much, she thought. Our children, Ned, all our sweet babes. Rickon, Bran, Arya, Sansa, Robb ... Robb ... please, Ned, please, make it stop, make it stop hurting ... The white tears and the red ones ran together until her face was torn and tattered, the face that Ned had loved. Catelyn Stark raised her hands and watched the blood run down her long fingers, over her wrists, beneath the sleeves of her gown. Slow red worms crawled along her arms and under her clothes. It tickles. That made her laugh until she screamed. "Mad," someone said, "she's lost her wits," and someone else said, "Make an end," and a hand grabbed her scalp just as she'd done with Jinglebell, and she thought, No, don't, don't cut my hair, Ned loves my hair. Then the steel was at her throat, and its bite was red and cold.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-4228724187023482855?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-15907231588015327602007-05-16T21:36:00.000-07:002007-05-16T21:41:48.759-07:00Memories etched in the faded jeans of youth<br />like flattened petals long forgotten<br />between grayed ink and brown pages of paper<br />comes now like shivers to my soul<br />when my grown up eyesdig in to the depths of innonce.<br />Those dreams that used to flood the mind<br />when awe was common, and things were of interest<br />now abates like a stream crawling away in vain<br />from the plenty gush of the spring of vision and hope.<br /><br />Ordinary becomes a theme, boredom replaces curiosity.<br />The new becomes no less than the usual.<br />Poetry, no less than words.<br />words no less than exclamations of<br />a man who has lost the passion to live.<br /><br />Experience fashions each crumb of skill.<br />Like fresh wet earth molded into jars<br />hardened to be artistic vessels of life,<br />innocence increases its strides<br />mastery of romance is established<br />but pride stirs the calm, guilt disregarded.<br />And the once fresh heart turns to cold stone.<br /><br />The echoes of light keep haunting the heart<br />begging to come back to its home<br />like water that attempts to sip through<br />the hardness of stone, it keeps pouring<br />to cleanse the shadows and the muck of pride.<br />forever will it be denied.<br /><br />And then the emptiness.<br />The fossils of dreams and memories<br />have made a gaping hole out of the hard heart.<br />The memory of light reflect the the joy that had been<br />Before darkness took over and pleasures became unfounded.<br />It makes the stone crack just a little,<br />little enough for you to notice.<br />little enough for you to help me open up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-1590723158801532760?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-23938305585052167252007-05-09T01:34:00.000-07:002007-05-09T01:35:23.830-07:00Since gs, i have always associated math with early mornings. And rightly so, since my math classes had always been either the first or the second class in a day. Up until college. That could be why I couldn't get myself interested with any numbers at night or at the afternoon. Why did i write that? I just needed to say something to start the writing mood. It gets really boring just sitting here at work facing the computer, having finished reading scans of marvel comics and scanslations of naruto and one piece. Hmmm... And my team mates are seated far from me, had to sit myself away from them since the only remaining workstation there is one that is directly behind the camera. And for such a shift as this, i should not be seated at that place and be caught by darn big brothers in the office for browsing non business sites.<br />Anyway, math. Have always loved math before. But after my last encounter with math at second year college. My skills have already rusted. I still practice once in a while but its never the same again. It takes a long time to do simple arithmetic with two digit numbers. Kahit na gaano mo pa kalike ang math, di mo naman inaalagaan, ala din. Parang relationship, kahit na like mo pa ang girl, di naman kayo nagmemeet plagi, ala din. Siguro, hindi ko tlaga like ang math, coz if i do, id be "dating it". But i do like math. natutuwa ako sa patterns and sa numbers and sa logic. haha... seriously, im equating mathematics with love.<br />ganito talaga ako magisip. Parang dalawang taong naguusap, nagdidisagree, nagdidisagree. nag comment. Walang clear or final na salita s akin, palaging may back up question. kung ala na ako maisip na pangontra, game, nagiging one liner na yan. tapos gagamitin mo sa iba, iba ang dating. hahaha.<br />I don't know how people think pero siguro ganun din.. siguro.<br />Im still bored though and sleepy. Im gonna read artemis fowl... finished na download ng pirated copy. hehehe... shhhhh.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-2393830558505216725?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-79332404770591071232007-05-07T02:51:00.000-07:002007-05-07T02:52:49.960-07:00darn.. my writing does suck. hahaha. but who cares. :)<br />at least im sharing.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-7933240477059107123?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-81184951500655985692007-05-05T01:23:00.000-07:002008-12-08T18:50:00.425-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/Rjw_jKQDNII/AAAAAAAAAAY/IewPfROc-ck/s1600-h/MudCrabScylla_serrata.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060989954537239682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/Rjw_jKQDNII/AAAAAAAAAAY/IewPfROc-ck/s200/MudCrabScylla_serrata.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>alright just to continue. I was refering to positive feeling that don't inspire me to write. first conern is, have there been positive feelings. and what were they?... time for.. the thinking chair..<br />I couldn't write properly... the lion... he's bald now, is prowling around the aisle. dhug dhug dhug dug. beat beat my heart. haha. tangena... good thing im not typing directly on blogspot. im using note pad.<br />anyway, positive thoughts...hmm...<br />last time i wrote this, the first positive thought that i was going to mention was being promoted to a higher level at the office. from techsupport1 to techsupport 2. that means plus three thousand and plus a little more respect from previous agents. but haha, what is more heart fattening here, is that i actually didn't strive to get promoted. It just happened. I met the team goals, and that's it. Actually, i was just being careful about my grades as my team then had a fine for low service scores or customer satisfaction scores or handling time. Hell, i won't pay just because of my grades, and so that's what did it. another thing though is that I couldn't have been promoted if my last customers for that quarter didn't send new surveys. I think one week before the fourth quarter ended, I was to be transferred to another team because my direct sup then was to be handling the level 2 teams, and he got the team mates with high grades. Come second week, with the new high surveys i received, I got the marks. The week after that, i also joined the level2 teams. Now were where we...<br />So there.. promotion is indeed a positive feeling, but it didn't make me write. The question is why....<br />But before that, share ko lang, the promotion to techs upport 2 might be retracted afer all, since some agents (some jealous ones, darn crabs) complained that i had failed with the grades for one month. I only managed to get the passing for the quarter average. My sup, the teary sup from previous log, recommended me for promo since he didn't know about that policy of no fails for a month. He asked for documents supporting that policy, but the management team couldn't provide one. The positive feeling is slowly going negative now. We'll know the results by monday. The good thing with this is that my quarter 1 grades were actually excellent. So if they retract my quarter 4 promotion, they may still promote me for quarter 1 grades. but then i would have been promoted twice for both quarter4 and quarter1.<br />It's also a good thing though. There are too many crabs in the office, and i can't imagine working with crabs let alone bald lions and sups who i don't really bond with. It's difficult in the proffesional world. Atleast it is for me.<br />There's another issue that may be questioned for my q1 scores. FOr threee months, i've only had one survey. that means one customer who had time enough to answer the survey and grade me with excellent scores. i got flying scores for only one survey. That may be questioned, and one thing that they may be saying now is that I didn't send surveys to the other customers. Hell, bahala na, I am getting tired of being slaves of western companies anyway let alone getting shouted at by westerners. I couldn't even enjoy watching the westerner tv series anymore, because i keep thinking of them as irrate customers. ARrrghh... haaay.<br />Anyway, due to the stream of consciousness, i haven't answered the main question of this log. Why didn't I write before when I had positive feelings? Is it because negative feelings are stronger than positive ones. But all literature always refer to positives defeating negatives. to be continued...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-8118495150065598569?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-17607896980496619512007-05-02T03:53:00.000-07:002007-05-02T03:54:00.997-07:00the previous log is about negative emotions. fear... disapointment.. guilt... and they make me ask myself if have i ever felt good this past year. and why haven't they been reason enough to make me write.<br />Maybe negative emotions always feels stronger than positive ones. That is actually the belief of the captain soldier enemy boss in Street fighter. He cultivated the negative energies and has that as his power source. It's the same with Ryu's mentor's brother. But then all stories always refer to light defeating the dark, happiness over sadness, plus over minus. Nawawala ang focus ng topic.. i was just wondering why the positive extreme feelings are not strong enough to make me write. pero meron. to be continued. chika times daw muna.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-1760789698049661951?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-25304317055641431042007-05-02T03:42:00.001-07:002008-12-08T18:50:00.714-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/RjxBrqQDNJI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WTFmM_k9eiQ/s1600-h/sf-bison.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060992299589383314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTiRqzv58vU/RjxBrqQDNJI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WTFmM_k9eiQ/s320/sf-bison.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>i only write when i experience deep or strong emotions. and for the past year, i<br />have only experienced two strong emotions. By strong, im refering to feelings that<br />automatically twists your face, those that give you instant bodily reactions. like<br />tears or bright eyes, deep frowns, or on my case, a writing capacity or mood. And i<br />also noticed that those two strong emotions come from work and has to do with<br />disappointment. But not on my side. Nuh uh. On supervisors sides. Phew... Okay<br />i'll begin.<br /><br />The latest one was when my direct supervisor asked me to be OiC for the day<br />as he will be absent. The shift is 11 am to 8 pm, called lean shift as agents<br />usually get only 10 calls or even lesss. Ayun, (darn.. its so hard to express thing<br />s in writing for a general audience...). Im a level 2 agent. level1 agents transfer<br />calls to us if they couldn't resolve it. So imagine how many calls, a level 2 agent<br />would get in a lean shift. 3 or 4 a day. Sarap, one can get to search and read<br />anything online. Pero that's also a bad thing for the scores coz with lesser<br />calls, you get less chance of hitting targets or team goals. (darn... this is a<br />call center orientation). Let me just make it short, I didn't do what the supervisor told me to do because<br />the team all wanted avail time (that is no calls, just browse browse, surf surf, games games.) outcome, next day, sup talks to me and expresses disappointment.<br /><br />BUt it doesn't stop there. What is more heartdowning (is there such a word.. hehe) is that the sup was actually hurt by our team remarks when he called us yesterday.<br />sup: oh guys, kumusta kayo jan?<br />team: eto masaya, ala ka eh.<br />team: oo nga, wag ka na bumalik tl ha?<br />team: lalabas kami after shift, kasi wala ka!<br /><br />just reading the above remarks do sound like they are offensive, and that is how the sup understood it, but that isn't really how the team meant it. There were more haha's or joke lang, or miss you sup. but the bottom line is, Supervisor felt bad to the extent that he'd been thinking of those remarks on his way back to manila. added to that, his supervisor coldly scolded him for our team's low grades. pheww... it was really tough..<br />he told me that when he talked to me about how he felt for the team and about his disappointments. Darn.. it was like a talk with a formator back when i was at the seminary, but this one was actually different for one thing.. the supervisor cried. darn... hahaha.. darn.. :) im not laughing. i am laughing at the difference but not at the Tl, i was actually saddened and i felt guilty and i pitied him.<br /><br />His lines were like this...<br />gusto niyo ba na ibang pamamaraan ko ng pagtrato sa inyo, gusto niyong gawin ko din ung pagpapagalit ng sup ko sa akin dahil sa mababang grades niyo? gusto kong masaya ang team natin, pero pag di na umeepekto, okay lang sa akin na ibahin.<br />gusto ko na nga minsan magresign na lang kasi feeling ko di ako epektib na TL.<br /><em>(all theses were said with a tear and some sobs) siyempre guilty naman ako...<br /></em><br />Sorry TL, won't happen again... blablabal.. hindi naman talga ganun ung ibig namin sabihin eh... balablabala...<br />i made him feel a little better pero im sure he's stil mad at me... darn....<br /><br />Ayun, that was the latest strong emotion... pity mingled with guilt and sadness. The other instance that is also office related is also with a supervisor. but this is a very different supervisor from my present team leader. This one is a fierce man. AGents fear him for being very strict, non sentimental, grumpy, and has an annoyingly loud voice. He saw me accessing friendster online from afar. Sinigaw ba naman...<br />"What is that pictures of naked ladies that you are looking at!?! Send me that link right now!"<br />Imagine masabihan nun at Christmas eve with many agents quietly doing their work. hahahah.. damn... what feeling was that then... fear. yeah fear and shame.<br /><br />One reason is that, accessing non office related websites is cause for disciplinary action and secondly i was using mozilla, which was secretly installed on our servers by some hacker friend. two faults caught by that darn long haired sup. I always do browsing of nonrelated sites but i was caught this time because two officemates wanted to see more of the pics that i was browsing. and tanga ko naman, minaximize ko. ayun, kitang kita na.<br /><br />Luckily, that sup moved to Cebu and i've never seen him again. :)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-2530431705564143104?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-11212379742818402262007-02-27T20:40:00.000-08:002007-02-27T20:49:23.035-08:00sige magtagalog na lang muna ulit ako. pati nga sa tagalog nabubulol na ako. not that hindi ako nabubulol nun. ayan. magulo ang aking pag-iisip. all these previous months of a maximum of 2 hours avail in the call center has made me read a lot, well read a series that is, it easy reading just one series compared to reading several books with several themes. the title of this one is song of ice and fire by george martin. a good friend recommended it to me, and dang, it got me hooked. i've downloaded some pirated copies online so i can read them while im doing nothing, but i've also both copies so i can continue reading them at home. kitang kita naman nahook ako...<br />i've almost forgotten the pleasure tthat is in books because i haven't been reading nor writing anything during my first three months at work. i have only read several online comics whichare again pirated (darn, im a sinner) and played a lot of flash games online that i think my eyes looked a lot worse. well there we ahve it. im reading again, and im also writing again. in vain. darn.. i should still be reading the fourth book but darn yahoo doesn't allow me to attach the downloaded pdf file. i'll try it with my google account after the shift. and the fourth book pala is hard covered and costs 1,500. kumusta naman un. di pa ako gumagasto ganun kamahal for abook. i'll just patiently read them on the computer. ayan hanggang ngayon kuripot pa rin ako. sige save save ulit.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-1121237974281840226?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1166398918115238692006-12-17T15:28:00.000-08:002007-02-27T20:40:44.956-08:00tagal ko na <span style="font-size:85%;">di nagsusulat dito ah. nakalimutan ko na nga rin ata magsulat. the last paper that i've done was... ughmmm... 8 months agooooo. damn... what have i been doing all these times. anyway.. stream of consciousness. kelangan maregain ang spontaneous flow of thoughts and coordination of ideas with the fingers that type.</span> i've been in the call center industry for what, 7 months now. i applied here just so i can practice my communication skills and speak more fluently in english. not that i don't know, it's just that taking philo classes in filipino has also in away made me think in filipino. eh tangina, english naman ang language ng business world eh. ayan tuloy napapatagalog na naman ako. nampucha. what has happend to me. sige lang dadadada ng dadada.<br />ayan tagalog ulit... save publish...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-116639891811523869?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1147172870245454552006-05-09T03:56:00.000-07:002006-10-09T00:27:13.276-07:00ATENEO crosslist from the ihanzki<br /><br />(x) eat at Manang’s (sky flakes lang)<br />(x) learn the alma mater song (learned but not memorized)<br />( ) get on the dean’s list (tried...)<br />(x) sleep on a bench (in a chair lang during class for two periods!)<br />( ) be a TNT!<br />(x) jog around the campus in the evening (definitely)<br />(x) visit the art gallery (once in 4 years)<br />(x) know at least one xerox lady<br />(x) get a Jesuit for a teacher<br />(x) itch from higad bites (memorable, higad got in my brief.. damn)<br />(x) have gotten an F in something (taekwondo!)<br />( ) have taken a crap in school<br />(x) watch a La Salle vs. Ateneo UAAP game<br />(x) give a powerpoint presentation (everyone does)<br />(x) study in the caf (once or twice lang... im a library boy)<br />(x) watch a T.A play (ofcourse)<br />( ) sit on the SEC ledge and watch the stars (the sun lang)<br />(x) eat in Full House, Martha’s Kitchen, and Ken Afford (ken afford lang)<br />(x) sleep in the lib (definitely)<br />(x) visit Mr. San Andres (yeah..)<br />(x) go to the chapel (always)<br />(x) have gotten a pebble stuck in your shoe/slippers in the middle of the quad<br />(x) cut class with your block to watch a movie<br />(x) sign up for those institutional (i.e. difficult but brilliant) teachers (roque, dacanay, calasanz, angeles)<br />( ) go to CERSA night<br />( ) have tried siomai rice<br />(x) learn how to smoke<br />(x) fall in love<br />(x) actually read the book you keep borrowing from the lib<br />(x) play cards during your free time<br />(x) dress in business attire<br />(x) learn to stay awake for more than 24 hours straight<br />( ) have gotten side comments from ASSOC<br />( ) take (and enjoy) Saturday classes<br />(x) go to your immersion<br />(x) eat Food for Thought sandwiches<br />( ) get a boyfriend/girlfriend again<br />(x) take time to read the vandalism in the CR doors<br />( ) watch "Minsan Lang Sila Bata" and "Macho Dancer" for class<br />(x) do a last minute paper (most of the time)<br />(x) have spent a lot for 1x1 ID pictures (got some more left)<br />(x) get exempted from final exams<br />( ) attend a college mass<br />(x) promise to quit smoking<br />( ) play hide-and-seek in the mini-forest (they do?) hahaha.<br />(x) know where the best restrooms are on campus haha<br />(x) join an org<br />(x) allow yourself to make mistakes<br />( ) take summer classes<br />(x) admire the sacred heart statue in the evening<br />(x) make a video for a project hehe.<br />(x) have a crush on a teacher<br />(x) attend a Jesuit retreat (a must for everyone)<br />( ) have gotten a parking ticket<br />(x) come to school in your crappiest yet most comfy clothes<br />(x) learn how to use the Bayantel pay phones<br />(x) participate in school activities<br />( ) catch the Blue Babble Battalion tryouts<br />( ) date an Atenean<br />(x) ride a tricycle on campus<br />( ) find a tambayan painting room!<br />(x) admire the marikina valley at night<br />(x) go drinking along Katipunan<br />( ) learn how to beg for a higher grade<br />(x) use your cuts wisely<br />( ) volunteer to be class beadle<br />( ) had the worst lottery schedule for reg<br />(x) admire the trees on campus<br />(x) have forgotten about your freecut and gone to that class<br />( ) eat in the ISO canteen<br />( ) be active in your org hahaha.<br />(x) have signed up on an ACP class just because the girl or guy u like signed up for it<br />( ) get as many app forms as you can during the job fair<br />(x) learn how to cram (and still get A's)<br />(x) sell tickets (or watch) an org-sponsored movie premiere<br />( ) save money to Xerox all of your seatmate’s notes<br />(x) have accidentally seen a make-out session<br />(x) check out the Meron Lagoon and Lambingan Bridge<br />( ) have dozed off in class in Bel right after a class in CTC/SOM/Comm. Bldg or vice-versa<br />(x) learn how to work with groupmates from hell<br />( ) perfect the art of parking on campus<br />( ) had a bad encounter with one of the guards on campus<br />(x) develop a love for sisig<br />( ) learn how to pronounce "AEGIS" properly<br />( ) have used typing rooms at the library<br />(x) have reserved a classroom, AVR, etc. for a class or org function<br />( ) have asked the library for an endorsement to research in other libraries<br />(x) have lost a perfectly functioning umbrella<br />(x) have used consultation hours properly<br />( ) Looked forward to lab breakage refund. never did.<br />(x) visit the Guidance Office<br />(x) and Infirmary<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-114717287024545455?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1140867515282334732006-02-25T03:35:00.000-08:002006-02-25T03:38:35.300-08:00<strong>sangkap</strong><br />1 kilo pork meat<br />1 cup bagoong alamang<br />salt<br />vetsin (ajinomoto)<br />2-3 cups gata ng niyog<br />pinya (sliced into cubes)<br />garliconion<br />sili<br /><br /><strong>paano niluluto</strong><br />1. pakuluan muna ang 1 kilo baboy hanggang sa lumambot (30-45 min). huwag pabayaan. baka lumambot mxdo. 1B. habang ginagawa ito, hugasan ang alamang ng 2-3 beses para mawala ang alat.1c. Hiwain din ang mga malalaking sili para lumiit. xempre.<br /><br />2. hiwain ang baboy into cubes at itabi. pwede mo rin gtiman kaso wala pang lasa ang karne. matabang.<br /><br />3. pagkatapos, ilagay ang gata ng niyog sa kawali (isama dito ang konting dinurog na garlic at konting hiniwang onions), at pakuluan. TANDAAN! habang pinakukuluan ang gata, stir it constantly.<br /><br />4. kapag kumulo na, ilagay ang cubed baboy meat at hiontayin ulit na kumulo. isama na ang bagoong alamang. stir, then taste. kung mxdo maalat, wala tayo magagawa. kaya Waring, kalahati muna ng alamang ang ilagay. dagdagan na lang kung matabang.<br /><br />5. ilagay din ang konting vetsin at asin (depende sa panlasa mo)kapag kumulo na uli, ilagay ang hiniwang sili at hintaying KONTING KONTI na lang ang sabaw.<br /><br />6. ilagay ang hiniwang pinya, mix, then serve.Ikaw na lang mag-estimate sa lahat lahat na gagawin. bahala ka sa diskarte.happy cooking happy bicol expressing hehes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-114086751528233473?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1129352019539909082005-10-14T21:52:00.000-07:002005-10-14T21:53:39.546-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/1600/961214.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/320/961214.gif" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112935201953990908?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1128762083987798482005-10-08T01:59:00.000-07:002005-10-08T02:14:50.946-07:00<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/320/carinderia.jpg" width="199" border="0" /><br />Alas onse ng gabi. Nakalugmok si Mang Jose sa bangketa ng kanyang munting karinderya. Malalim ang iniisip."Paubos na ang supply sa ref. saan naman kaya ako ulit kukuha?", tanong niya sa sarili. Nagulantang siya nang may dumating na pulis. Pinagpawisan si Mang Jose.<br />"Sisig nga please, dine in." sabi ng pulis.<br /><br />Napabuntong hininga. Inabutan niya ng pinggan at kutsara ang pulis. Hinainan ng isang platong sisig.<br /><br />Bata pa si Mang Jose noong natutunan niyang magluto. Palagi niya noong pinapanood ang kanayang inay kapag nagsisimula nang maghanda sa kusina. Lubha niyang ikinatutwa kapag hinihiwa na ng ina asa dalwang piraso ang tainga ng baboy.<br /><br />Binuksan ni mang jose ang radyo. Bumulalas ang malakas na boses ng announcer.: "Hanggang ngayon wala pang malinaw na pahayag ang mga pulistungkol sa layunin at kinaroroonan ng serial kiler." Nilipat ni Mang JOse sa FM: kasalukuyang pinapatugtog ang "Your time's gonna come" NI Led Zepellin.<br /><br />Nagsimula na lamang siya magluto nooong namatay ang kanyang mga magulang. Nalunod sila sa ilog noong umagang magsasampu na si Mang Jose. Hanggang ngayon hindi pa natatagpuan ang kanilang mga banggkay. sa isip ng batang Jose, alam niyang pinagkakain na sila ng mga laman tubig.<br /><br />Nagsalita ang pulis: "ang sarap ng luto mo pards... dito ulit ako sa susunod."<br /><br />tahimik na pinanood ni Mang Jose ang matakaw na bisita. Magiisang linggo nang nakatambay ang mga pulis sa baryo. Hinihinala nilang dito nagtatago ang serial killer.<br /><br />ang serial killer. siyang ang bagong kilabot ng probinsya. kinakatay niya ang mga biktima, dati mga babae lamang, pero ngayon mga bata na rin. kinukuha ang tainga, dila, at mga laman-loob, at tinatapon ang katawan sa ilog. hindi na makalabas labas ang mga tao dahil sa takot.<br /><br />Kaya nga nagkakaporblema si Mang Jose. sikat ang kanyang karinderya noon pero kukunti na lamang ang nangahas na lumbas sa gabi at kumain doon. Idagdag pa ang paubos nang laman ng kanyang ref.<br /><br />"Pahingi na rin ng tubig, " sabi ng pulis. biglang kumislap ang mga mata ni Mang Jose. "KUmuha ka nalang sa loob" sagot niya "doon sa dispenser." Tumayo ang pulis at pumasok sa loob dala ang maliit na baso.<br /><br />Nakangiti na si Mang Jose. Sinundan ang pulis dala ang kutsilyo ng kanyang nanay.<br /><br />Bagong Putahe. Nyahaha.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112876208398779848?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1127875107013820232005-09-27T19:37:00.000-07:002005-09-27T19:38:27.013-07:00my Jap name is Yutaka Kuga.<br /><br />My Superhero Name is The Steel Singer Your Superpower is Extra-dimensional Your Weakness is Tummy Rubs Your Weapon is Your Sonic Crossbow Your Mode of Transportation is Pegasus.<br /><br />You havea passion for everything - including sleeping.Outgoing and brash, you tend to still shock those who know you well.You tend to be selfish. You are the most likely type to hog the covers.You gravitate toward comfort and don't like extreme situation<br /><br />You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything. You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey.You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112787510701382023?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1127792653651174032005-09-26T20:39:00.000-07:002005-09-26T20:59:12.760-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/1600/sapper.gif"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/320/sapper.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/1600/sapper2.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Reveal mine:</strong>Submit the code xyzzy, and push KEYPAD ENTER and LEFT SHIFT when the game loads. Move your pointer over a square with a hidden mine will result in a very small black pixel appearing in the top right corner of the screen. Or submit the Code SHIFT + SHIFT + xyzzy + SHIFT + SHIFT after moving the pointer over the game area. You won't be able to use this code for Windows ME.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Get unlimited time:</strong>)Press and hold the Left Mouse Button + Right Mouse Button and push ESC. OR press and hold the Left Mouse Button + Right Mouse Button + CTRL.Sound effects:)Remember to create a backup copy of a file before attempting to use your text editor to edit that particular file. Use your text editor to alter the "winmine.ini" file. Add the line "SOUND=3".</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Change best times:)</strong>Remember to create a backup copy of a file before attempting to use your text editor to edit that particular file. Use your text editor to alter the "winmine.ini" file. Alter the lines labeled "Name1", "Name2", and "Name3". Just change the name after the "=" sign, with the name you wish to have appear on the best times list. You can also if you wish to edit the times which appear on the list, by altering the lines "Time1", "Time2", and "Time3", to that particular number of seconds.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Get an easy win:)</strong>In the GAME option and click on CUSTOM. Make the size as follows: height 24, width 30 and 10 mines. You should unlock a large number of mines on your first click. Upon winning the game the smiley face will be wearing sun glasses. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112779265365117403?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1127463915733743882005-09-23T01:17:00.000-07:002005-10-10T21:50:09.740-07:00jealousy/envy<br />madaling magselos o mainggit<br />bakit?<br />ang tanong e, what makes it even possible?<br />kasi one possesses something that i dont have.<br />why should u care that he possesses what you dont?<br />kasi i want to be an UBERMAN.<br />oh.. so is it right to say that the natural inclination of man to top other people is a cause for his jealousy?<br />yeah... yeah?<br />so man shouldn't top other people and be content in sulking, no competition, just be a drop out kasi jealousy is bad?<br />no... competition is good but if it is a cause for hatred and quarrel among supposed brothers or sisters... then it does not become good.<br />does competition always lead to hatred and dissent?<br />not always... there are times that competition is fun..<br />is competition fun when ur losing?<br />yeah... it can... but hard nga lang..<br />it's easy when u get used to it.<br />to overcome jealosy... always think that there is always something more that you have that the other don't. and being happy at other's success is some admirable value.mahirap pero posible.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112746391573374388?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1126834101361507592005-09-15T18:26:00.000-07:002005-09-15T19:19:14.660-07:00knock knock knock..<br />who is it?<br /><br />the yard man...<br />just a sec...<br /><br /><em>;) ;) ;) on second thought, affairs aren't such bad ideas afterall.</em><br /><em>The stealth mode really always works.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>ngak</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112683410136150759?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1126833770278784502005-09-15T18:06:00.000-07:002005-09-28T20:36:52.653-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/1600/BalconyScene.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/320/BalconyScene.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Knock, Knock, Knock<br />Who is it?<br /><br />Open the door so you'll know...<br />But i can't...<br /><br />Even if i serenade you?<br />Please don't..<br /><br />But i like you...<br />But i'm inlove..<br /><br />can you not love me?<br />Please go away...<br /><br />will you leave my heart in pain?<br />i do not know you...<br /><br />You will if you open your door...<br />i'm sorry...<br /><br />open just a crack so i may see you before i go...<br />good bye...<br /><br />tsktsktsk..<br />moral: give it up on taken women. you'll only be looking and feeling pathetic.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112683377027878450?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1126832349081645572005-09-15T17:57:00.000-07:002005-09-15T19:16:49.260-07:00Stain is undesirable. Comes with the idea of pureness/whiteness.<br />So a stain in a stain is not a stain.”<br />“only a stain in a something clean can be called a real stain.”<br />So, prerequisite for stain is an idea of cleanliness/purity/whiteness<br />Thus, there is sin because there is goodness. Anything that stains goodness is sin.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/1600/CAOK5E7N.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/200/CAOK5E7N.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />What is goodness?<br />--Care for self and others.<br />What is sin?<br />--Anything that hurts myself or others.<br />How is myself/others hurt?<br />--When I go against the will of God.<br />What is the will of God?<br />--Growth which is beneficial only to us.<br />--Thus, all commandments have an underlying theme of GROWTH and all SINS against God as confirmed by the church has an underlying theme of UNGROWTH.<br />Why the need to grow?<br />--To realize the self’s full potential some of which are HAPPINESS, ability to ARTICULATE thoughts and feelings, MATURE in relationships<br />--Thus, God’s will is for man to be happy. In realizing the self’s full potential, others are going to be cared in the process.<br />Thus, God’s will is love, for and in all mankind.<br />Thus, Let your will be done would mean, let me love and teach me how to love.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112683234908164557?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1126832075974112092005-09-15T17:34:00.000-07:002005-09-15T17:57:04.816-07:00<p>Therese: </p><p>“perfection consists in doing his will, in being what he wills us to be.” “ demons… are cowards, capable of fleeing before the gaze of a little child”</p><p>Archie: </p><p>“gawin na natin para matapos na.”<br />“the most fatal of thoughts is to think that there is a lot of time.”<br />“when tomorrow has been used, you better do it now.”</p><p>JBoy:</p><p>"be a flower in full bloom, get carried away by emotions coz thats who you are"</p><p>Martin:</p><p>"it is god's will when you are happy and at peace."</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112683207597411209?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1126830880343802762005-09-15T17:33:00.000-07:002005-09-16T01:13:34.426-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/1600/gorilla.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/200/gorilla.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />time consciousness<br />fear of knowing something<br />hesitation/acceptance of self<br />/truthbliss/insight scavenging<br />symphony of sounds - nakakaantok<br />tiredness<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112683088034380276?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1126741926408699172005-09-14T16:51:00.000-07:002005-09-15T19:08:44.986-07:00There is no job more boring than that of a security guard. Believe me. In my twenty years as a security guard in this god forsaken train station, I can say nothing else truer.<br /><br />Sulking in benches<br />Sleepy in position<br />Same design of uniform<br />Point point at bags<br />Snubbed by people<br />Staying in one place<br /><br />Phew.. I need action.Iv’e done so before: I pushed a drunk man seconds before the train came dashing. I loved that sound of cracking bones and splittering blood muffled by the electric buzz of the trian that passed. Damn.. and now there’s this pregnant woman…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112674192640869917?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1126741892109760532005-09-14T16:50:00.001-07:002005-09-14T16:51:32.110-07:00Matulog, mahimbing, managinip<br />Mamamatay ang iyong kapatid.<br />Mangangaliwa ang iyong ama.<br />Magpapakamatay ang iyong ina.<br /><br />Gumising agad, sumigaw.<br />Lumuha at manahimik.<br />Narinig mo ba ang halakhak<br />Sa kaloob looban ng pader?<br /><br />Tumingin sa bintana, huminga<br />Titigan ang akasya, titigan<br />Ayon, lumipad ang ibon.Huwag ka nang matulog.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112674189210976053?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1126741854304858112005-09-14T16:50:00.000-07:002005-09-14T16:50:54.306-07:00Sa gabi, di mo nakitang<br />Nabuksan ang lagusan<br />Ng dalawang kunehong<br />Naiinip sa maliit na kulungan<br /><br />Gustong makalabas<br />Makatakas kahit panandali<br />kapag mataas ang bakod<br />At matigas ang lupa<br /><br />Pinalambot ng laway<br />Nagtulunganang magbungkal<br />Pumatong sa isa<br />Para matalon ang bakod<br /><br />Di mo nakita ang pagbubungkal<br />Di mo nakita ang pagpapatong<br />Nakita mo lang nakalaya na sila<br />Patuloy na lumalaking, masaya.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112674185430485811?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1126741244632023922005-08-26T16:40:00.000-07:002005-09-14T16:40:44.633-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">We came from there but we can never turn back anymore.<br />Jesus came from there but he came out so he closed it.<br />What is in there? --- wrong question… nothing is in there… I can’t talk about it… Creatures are only in the realm of IMPERFECTION… the devil is not there…. If he is a creature…<br /><br />“nothing” creeps up on us influencing our actions…<br />“perfection” also creeps down to us influencing our actions…<br /><br />If the gates to nothing were closed, how does nothing creep up? Geez… I don’t know… my previous resolutions cannot be wrong….<br /><br />The previous reflections on “nothing” were the afterlife nothingness…<br />But the influence of “nothing” is still pretty much present in this life… how can it be said to be closed?<br /><br />Aha!!! It will only be totally closed at the end of time!!! When everyone of us has walked the bridge to God… becoming human is possessing the influences of “nothing”. Not until we share the diviness of God will we totally disrobe ourselves of the effects of nothing..<br /> Okay. Resolved. Done.. enough.. im tired.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112674124463202392?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1126741213293780162005-08-25T18:46:00.000-07:002005-09-15T19:02:41.266-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/1600/lion.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/200/lion.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">What about the dwarfs of Aslan?<br />Did Jesus really close the gates?<br />-- salvation as conditonal (only if you accept the hand, will you be saved); freedom unmessed by God.<br />-- true, but we will never not accept the hand as had been said.<br />--the ultimate meaning of the cross is that everyone is saved from becoming nothing.<br />--everyone can do evil with corresponding consequences of turning less and less human/perfect till the helll part, where they eventually realize and repent.<br /><br />How about MONSTERS? Do they exist?<br />--Gee. I don’t wanna know… : -(, reserved for next time. What are monsters? Being creation is having the capacity for being perfect. Monsters with reason vs. animalistic monsters… etc etc etc)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Did aslan really leave the dwarfs to wallow in their denials/confusion? C.S. lewis didn’t continue the story of the dwarves… what could have happened to them…<br /><br />Case: Dwarfs thrown in the barn – dead – they think they are still in the barn but actually they are already in paradise. But they don’t realize that. They were wallowing in their own thoughts.<br />Aslan gives them more and more and more food. (implies a non cruel lion, not wild either, but loving. Ok! Resolved!! Aslan is all perfect. He only resorts to seemingly cruel attititudes to help his creatures grow)<br />The Dwarfs take the gifts but thinking of them as mere stuff in the barn.<br /><br />Possibility A: Dwarfs: oh im getting fat with this stuff. This musn’t be barn stuff. Oh gracious! Im in Aslan’s Country!<br />-- blessings are realized…. One sees the reality… one repents…<br /><br />Possibility B: Dwarfs get thinner and thinner. Their minds make what they eat unnutritious. Mind power makes real what they think (placebo effect)… possible kaya? Hmmm…<br /><br />Another question of the possibility of complete total denial….<br />ASLAN must CARE for the dwafs!! His perfection requires him to care about the least of his creatures even these despicable dwarfs. He wouldn’t give up on them. He’ll keep on giving food, giving and giving. He will alter their environment/sourroindings to make them realize all their gifts and blessedness…<br /><br />Can one totally deny such magnitude of love and generousity??? Huh???<br />Let’s get more real: do I know anyone who seems hopless and always denying the goodness of lfe? Is there someone else like the dwarfs in reality?<br /><br />Sin—denial of the gifts of God. Can one be stuck in hell, stuck in the pit? This was already resolved pala… Aslan has done his work. The gates to nothing are closed. The continous offer of food is given like the extendable hand of Jesus from the bridge…<br /><br />Aha!!! Salvation is for everybody unconditionally, universally. The cross embraces alll all all all. He can’t mess with our own free will. But we eventually realize the consequences we give to ourselves due to denying him when we feel the pain of crashing to the ground, the pain of hunger, the pain of fire, or wwhatever word we can use to describe the end point of denial. The pain wasn’t caused by God but by the influence of “nothing” on us.<br />Gee.. im confused…</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112674121329378016?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1126741158675952562005-08-25T18:15:00.000-07:002005-09-15T19:15:31.596-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">So there must be a point where man who wants to fall pa deepr, ultimately realizes the consequences of his aciotns to himself. The point of ‘OH I’m becoming nothing na pala.” “Oh im gonna hit the ground hard.” Or “Ouch!!! Aray!!!” “the pit of the hole.<br /><br />Jesus’s death and resurrection saved us from total wreckage of self. By dying he became one with nothing, but he rose from it. And he closed the gates so that we may not fall there anymore. Thus with Jesus, it becomes impossible to turn back into nothing!!!!!!!!<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/1600/cliff.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/200/cliff.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Haay.. I’m tired thinking…<br /><br />Summary…<br />{ }, # jesus#, 1,2,3,4,…. #jesus#.. perfection<br />By coming form perfeciton he opens the gates to it.<br />By dying, he closes the gates to it.Astig si Jesus noh?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112674115867595256?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1126741116737186302005-08-25T18:00:00.000-07:002005-09-14T16:38:36.736-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">Man falls and falls and falls and falls and falls and falls but the hand is still there extending and extending down to the unfathomable depths of the hole/the denial of man.<br /><br />Aha!! That is the meaning of the cross!! Jesus offers his hand wherever,however deep we fall till we grab it ourselves. We will grab it when we get really scared and suffucated.<br /><br />Jesus knows nobody really wants to fall, to turn back into nothing. But we do not know. Worse, we don’t even know we’re falling. When we are aware that we feell, then we grab his hand. Can man be aware before he reaches the bottom floor/the endpoint of denial? When man does reach the gates to nothing which are already shut closed, it will be very painful… imagine falling down a seemingly bottomless then hitting the solid ground below.. that’s how painful it will be…. After experiencing that pain, we come to our senses and appreciate the hand that is still there… we grab it.. then slowly move back up again. Our repentance is punishment enough. We do not need to be punished again and again. God doesn’t like punishing people. Yeah…<br /> is it possible that one is falling and still wants to fall pa? yeah.. people keep killing for a living, people get addicted in sex, etc etc. Yet, they are still given the the extendable hand… yeah… they are still given the chance of returning… the heaviness of their heart, the sorrow is what will slow them down to go back and it will be the slow walking that will seem to be a punishment for them…</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112674111673718630?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1126741084862134162005-08-25T17:50:00.000-07:002005-09-14T16:38:04.863-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">Which is better?<br />A Church Stand: me ------------------------------------- > God (Mary’s case), magpakahirap na sundin lahat ng kautusan, maging mabuting tao at Christiano.<br />B going with the flow: Me /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\--------- /\/\/\/\ --- > God, bahala na habit.. mangyayari ang mangyayari, I will end up to God anyway, painfully nga lang..<br /><br />Does it matter what to choose?<br />Man __________ ________God<br />There is a deep hole between man who is imperfect and who manifests traces of nothing and God who is pure perfection. But Jesus became the bridge to that deep hole of imperfeciton/sin.<br />Thus… Man __________________#####Jesus####__________God<br /><br />1 Jesus bridges the already apparent presence of imperfection in man and the total perfection of God.<br />2 If man still falls due to his pride, thinking he can jump over the hole by himsel, jesus extends his PLASTIC Man arm and OFFERS his hand…<br /> Here is the problem.. Man can refuse the hand.. like the dwarfs in Narnia.. tsk… The dwarfs kept closed to Aslan’s goodness.. other people/creations were decreated.. the dwarfs entered paradise… tsk… problem of choice…</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112674108486213416?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1126741039151191722005-08-25T17:36:00.000-07:002005-09-14T16:37:19.153-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">There were two positions:<br />A. lacking/absence of perfection<br />B. nothing by itself, perfection by itself…<br /><br />Resolved by:<br /> Nothing – imperfection (creation) – perfection (eternal life)<br /> Yeah.. that’s it lang pala… What was my problem…<br /><br />There is a being nothing but through creation we became something, thus being imperfect as well for we did not give existence to ourselves. Furthermore, we still experience the after effects of the nothing that we came from, thus we sin and experience evil, and thus slowly turning back into nothing. But through Jesus, we are given the chance to regain our somethingness. Yet one can reject redemption or the grace of forgiveness and become nothing again.. will god allow it?<br /><br />We are free. We can “not choose” God. What does Christ’s death mean then?<br />-- so that all we’ll be saved from becoming nothing, to regain somethingness, and furthermore open the gates to perfection. There is no exemption. Everyone is saved.<br /><br />What if I don’t want to…<br />-- ahah!!! But you do want to!! Imagine being in the usual concept of hell, you can probably say, “I don’t want it here.. I want light…”<br /><br />Gee.. I’m getting confused… Conflict between freedom and Christ’s voluntary death…<br /><br />So far… namnamin ang mga paghihirap at lungkot at kasamaan na kinalugmukan, magiging aware ka sa imperfeciton mo, then you’ll know how much you desire perfeciton. Yuou’ll turn to God to fill up that lack in you..<br /><br />Does it mean na magpapakasasa na lang ako sa masama (patay patay, sex sex, etc..), so that I will better appreciate God?-- no no no! you will see that it will be hard to go to God if you did. But yeah din, you will better appreciate God… haay.. im lost again…</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112674103915119172?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1126740984227267372005-08-25T16:50:00.000-07:002005-09-14T16:36:24.226-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">So.. the Word made flesh, the Perfect made imperfect redeems man from the possibility of returning back into nothing… He closes the gates to nothing that we may not pass by it forever. And opens up the gates to perfection. So there is no way but up!!!<br /><br />Ngeks.. a new question.. problem of choice and freedom…<br />Is redemption given or can man say no…<br />--NOPE! It is done! It has been given!!<br />Can one deny salvation? Unrepentance?<br />-- sin against the HSP – unrepentance.. not asking for the grace…. Tskk… hmm…<br /><br />Grace – is it to be attained pa? or it is already given. We didn’t ask for Jesus. HE just came. So, we are already graced. All this paek ek of begging for the grace is only to help us realize the grace that is already, already in us.<br /><br />Beg for grace—ask, and ask and ask, the man will get up from bed and give you… But the man who we ask for grace knows best and however we ask, he won’t give us what we beg… err… does he…???? Tsk!!! Nawawala ako!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112674098422726737?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1126740943605169092005-08-25T16:36:00.000-07:002005-09-14T16:35:43.606-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">It seems contradictory. We cannot talk about nothing. We are always something.<br />--But the traces of “nothing” is evident in the existence of imperfection. Sin makes us nothing or atleast closer and closer to nothing.<br /><br />Can something be turned into nothing? Can creation be decreated? Would God allow that? Is decreating a sign of imperfeciton?<br />--God can do it. But is it contradictory to his perfection as creating a stone so heavy that he cannot lift it?<br /><br />Not because we can’t talk about it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.. nor mustn’t we care.<br />Don’t we care that a tree falls in the forest even if we don’t know? It still affects us.<br /><br />A person slowly turning into nothing must care about it. So must others.. whatever we do we cannot turn ourselves into a complete nothing. Only God who created out of nothing, can decreate into nothing.<br />Implication: there is no hell of tortures and everlasting punishment but rather a hell of decreation.<br /><br />There is a “nothing.” God created us out of that concept! Resolved!!!<br /><br />WE turn into nothing by being immersed in sin. PERSON – PERSO—PERS—PER—PE—R—{ }<br />Can man decreate himself? Will God decreate man?<br /> Aha!! But Jesus came and defeated death!!! Defeated nothing!!! Defeated evil!!! Deafeated imperfection!!! And lived again!!! Aha! Aha!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112674094360516909?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1126740899268042722005-08-25T16:34:00.000-07:002005-09-15T18:55:32.413-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/1600/images.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/200/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">“blackness”/Imperfections/death/sin emphasizes “whiteness”/perfection/God/ makes us seek God<br /><br />could there be an idea of perfection with an idea first of an imperfection?<br />Maling tanong… there is cold because there is lack of warmth (there is imperfection because there is a lack of perfection)<br /><br />Does the two not exist together or does only one exist?<br />A. Imperfection as lack of perfection<br />-- extreme: dark as absence/lack of light<br /><br />B. DARK exists and light exists<br />-- dark emphasizes light.<br /><br />A implies that there is no such thing as DARK by itself but only in relation to a light<br />B implies that dark exists but nobody wants it.. they want light… nobody wants loneliness, sin, death,.. hmmm.. clarify…<br /><br />Position A = lack of perfection is imperfection<br />Position B = process: “nothing” – imperfection – perfection<br />= “nothing” emphasizes the perfection<br />= ??? nothing?? … it cannot be anything<br />= imperfection … it can be perfect<br /><br />aha!! You cannot turn black into white by adding moer white to make it white! It will only be less noticed. (e.g. dot in a white paper vs. dot in a dot )<br />While Position A sates that you can change black into white by adding what it lacks. By heating cold water, you give it back what it lacks to become warm.<br /><br />Position B says.. No no no. cold water/Imperfection is capable of becoming hot. Our concept of “nothing” cannot be anything other than itself. It has no relation to white/perfection and is completely cut away from both!!<br /><br />Hmmm…<br />Position A doesn’t admit of a “nothing”, Position B does…hmmm..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112674089926804272?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1126740859028273362005-08-24T16:32:00.000-07:002005-09-15T18:53:30.703-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/1600/Poster_2670.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/200/Poster_2670.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Pain opens self = sugat, pagod, embarassments<br />Pleasure is selfish.. hmmm… Pleasure is bad? Hmmm…<br />Eating – excessive pleasure = bad<br />Sex – excessive = bad? … yeah..<br />Playing piano alone is not as good/pleasurable as playing with others or with somebody hearing it.<br /><br />Pain first, then pleasure?<br />Hunger – satisfaction<br />Naipon na ihi…<br />Abstinence/fasting…<br />Pleasure is better after pain…hmmm Hegelian yata to?<br /><br />Yeah.. if all is pleasure.. it is not good<br />The self rejoices for a pleasure gained from or after pain than for a thousand pleasures pursued continously…<br /><br />Yeah….<br /><br />So, I must accept pains and look for them to better appreciate pleasuer,… right?<br /><br />Can one be pleased without pain? Pleasure by itself.. good? Attainable? Hmmm…<br />Can one know white without black? Hmmm…<br />If everything is white, will I care? Probably not…<br />So there must be evil, if there must be an appreciation of the good.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112674085902827336?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672757.post-1126586283583857782005-08-23T21:37:00.000-07:002005-09-15T18:50:03.986-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/1600/wolf_fly.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/699/200/wolf_fly.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">From what ive so far read. it was pegasus who got the frist wings. then there's this this earth horse who reached Narnia and acquired wings. then there were lions with wings, and men with wings. i've never read any story with winged wolves on it. so why not wolves? </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">wolves were my fist favorite dogs. then foxes. then german shepherds . but all i owned (since my lola brouhgt home one in a sack) were all askal breeds. id love to get one someday, but for now, my budget limits me to only 2 black bunnies. and anyway, winged bunies sounds too girlish for a masculine blog that seeks only to reflect goodness. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">this is my goody goody blog. the realm of Ashlar. any nice things to say, mind boogling stuff, inspiring experiences, cool quotes, interseting insights, will be thrown here.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">so there. my first entry. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672757-112658628358385778?l=lemonink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02319935489666205923noreply@blogger.com0