A new Endeavor

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

Closeness

What is closeness?
When you will be able to say that two people are close?
When they are together, physically? is that necessary?
Can two people miles apart be close? How does that happen?
When their hearts are close? When does that happen?
Do two hearts have to beat as one to be close?
Or is one person's open heart sufficent to initiate closeness?
Does there have to be two open hearts that share?
Can one feel close to somebody but not vice versa?
What is the difference between close and feeling close?
When is one so close yet so far?
When is one so far yet so close?
How does physical proximity play a role with closeness?
Does it matter to be close?
Does knowing what closeness means important?
What is a world without closenesS?
Is there any significance between close (as opposite of open) and close (as a feeling or a reality).
Is there a call to be close to someone or anyone?
Is there a call to be close to everyone?
Is man's being a call to be closed or to be close? or both?

Manga

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.

The story is about Guts, a mercernary of the middle anges, who... it's too complicated.. I'll let wikipedia sum it up.

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.

There.. well done, wikipedia. Maasahan ka.

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.

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.

http://groups.msn.com/BerserkManga

http://groups.msn.com/ZetManManga

UPDATES

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.

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. :)

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.

Now where's my social life... Oh no.

Word for the Day:

en·nui [ahn-wee, ahn-wee; Fr. ahn-nwee] –noun
a feeling of utter weariness and discontent resulting from satiety or lack of interest; boredom:

The endless lecture produced an unbearable ennui.
—Synonyms listlessness, tedium, lassitude, languor.

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.

BENTA POOHKIAW

I 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.

anway,TL joane showed this, ngayon ko lang napanood benta... hahaha.

i'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...

word for the day: abscond



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.

To leave quickly and secretly and hide oneself, often to avoid arrest or prosecution.

Music, Life, and the World

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.

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.

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.

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.

This would probably be my last entry for the moment, I might be scheduled back to a graveyard shift.

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Dyan's Recipe

Unleaded: 1/2 L a.v., 1L r.h., 100g p.a. juice, pitcher/ice
Diesel: 50 mL g.g., 100 mL sp., 20 mL mat., glass/ice

i just had to note that down before my biochemist-bartender-teammate resigns.

CALMot ver.2

I 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, kilala ba kita? 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, english blockmate? 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.

one 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. :)

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. :)



word for the day: asanine

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 asinine question!”

1.foolish, unintelligent, or silly; stupid:
2. of or like an ass: asinine obstinacy; asinine features.

(Shrekshrekshrek)2

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. spoiler below

Prince Charming: You! You can't lie! Where is Shrek?
Pinocchio: Well, uh, I don't know where he's not.
Prince Charming: You don't know where Shrek is?
Pinocchio: On the contrary,
Prince Charming: So you do know where he is!
Pinocchio: I'm possibly more or less not definitely rejecting the idea that I undeniably
Prince Charming: Stop it!
Pinocchio: Do or do not know where he shouldn't probably be. If that indeed wasn't where he isn't!

although reading it isn't as funny as hearing Pinocchio say it. :)

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. spoilers again.

After smashing the second wall, the dazed Queen can be heard humming "A Spoonful of Sugar". Julie Andrews, who plays the queen, sang the same song in Mary Poppins.

The animal call that Snow White uses against the Talking Trees is actually the war cry from Led Zeppelin's Immigrant Song, but the beginning is actually a spoof of With a Smile and Song from the original Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs Disney movie.

When Snow White rips the sleeve of her dress, she has a tattoo that says Dopey on it that is referring to the seven dwarfs in the Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs Disney movie

Before Shrek and Artie have a heart to heart, Merlin plays the opening music to "That's What Friends Are For".

After Gingy's life flashes before his eyes, he sings "On the Good Ship Lollipop".
When Charming is in his dressing room, you can see the phantom of the opera's mask and costume.

At King Harold's funeral the theme song for the James Bond movie Live and Let Die is sung - John Cleese (who voiced Harold) played the second Q in the James Bond film series.

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 "Rosemary's Baby".

Down went the Lemon

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.. :)

word for the day: hurumentado/nanggagalaiti

rachel: something something... mga nanggalaiti na customers... somesomething something hurumentado.

hurumentado: amok/nagwawala
nanggagalaiti: galit na galit

they are common words daw but hey I don't hear that everyday.

On Death & Of Pleasure

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.

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.

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.

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. .

catch me if you can

its true!

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. :)

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.

THe cat is out, the Mouse plays once again.

Calmot

Met 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.



Word for the day: hulas

june: e di pasok kami bukas na lasing kami.
marj: hindi, pagpasok niyo bukas, nahulasan na kayo nun.
me: ... hulasan... oooh...

mahulasan: mahimasmasan, mabuhay

paint

Rain Memories

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..

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..

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..

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.

We were taught the "rain rain come again song" when we were kids, but i only sing that now. :)

There, it has stopped raining and so will the rain blogging :).

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...

Final Destiny 0

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 , List of Unusual Deaths. I have to say it is very interesting. It's Sort of a collection of final destiny scenes with lots of crazy people involved.

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. Warning: the following portion may contain language or scenarios which may be offensive to some readers.


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. (this is a literal take on golden voice)

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. (why didn't i think of this when i was still a student)


1899: French president Félix Faure died of a stroke while receiving oral sex in his office. (talk about nirvana)

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. (i felt sad with this)

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. (damn... KSP)


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. (uggh...)


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] (ughh ulit...)

Election Deaths v.2

text

me: Kmsta dyan?
friend: Okay nmn. May nama2tay. May nabu2hay.

nuff said.






word for the day: nangimay

me: aray... sh*t... sakit.. na-ano ako... ano nga tawag dun.
kaye: nangimay...
me: oooh...

nangimay: while looking for online definitions of that word, i came over its medical term: paresthesia naks...

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".

application:
me: ooh... aray.. sakit.. naparesthesia ako...
kaye: ano yun...
me: nangimay.
kaye: oooh...

Cool

Copy 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.


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);


this was forwarded by an officemate. I searched google and found out that it actually has lots of samples... this is one here.