Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth

Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
by William Wordsworth
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;-- Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep,-- No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the echoes through the mountains throng. The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday;-- Thou child of joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy! Ye blesséd Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel--I feel it all. O evil day! if I were sullen While Earth herself is adorning This sweet May-morning; And the children are culling On every side In a thousand valleys far and wide Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm:-- I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! --But there's a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting And cometh from afar; Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate, Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes! See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his 'humorous stage' With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, That life brings with her in her equipage; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind,-- Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A Presence which is not to be put by; To whom the grave Is but a lonely bed, without the sense of sight Of day or the warm light, A place of thoughts where we in waiting lie; Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life! 0 joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That Nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest, Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:-- --Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings, Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us--cherish--and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither-- And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. Then, sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song! And let the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound! We, in thought, will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. And 0, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquish'd one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway; I love the brooks which down their channels fret Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born day Is lovely yet; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

Know Your Fuckin' Boundaries Parte Due

Magra-rant ulit ako.

My sis-in-law, thought I was sleeping when she arrived in our house from I dunno which hell she went. She was talking to her mum in her "normal" loud voice. Assuming from the one-sided conversation I heard, inadvertently of course, her mum wants her to go back to her mum's wings.

SIL: wag na, ayos na nga.
her mum over the other line saying something.
SIL: nasa storage yung ibang gamit.
her mum.
SIL: eh dyan ka na sa kwarto, ayos na nga eh.

WTF?!

Ano'ng "ayos na" ang pinagsasabi nya? Why can't she just go back home eh pinapauwi naman na sya? Ipinagsisiksikan nya sarili nya dito for the same reason I've mentioned in my earlier rant. She just doesn't wanna go there kase ayaw nya magatatabi nanay nya and her stepdad aside from the fact that she can't go "clubbing" anymore if she stays there.

I asked her once, a week ago I guess, if I can stay in her room in her mum's place if ever I get hired in this fortune 500 company I was applying at since her mum's place is nearer to the company compared to ours. And she told me off. Ampota! Ang tigas ng karakas ng walanghiya!

Next Level

When I first saw these movements, I thought it was easy to do, but when I started doing the aerobic striptease by Carmen Electra for my workout, I found out it was not as easy as I thought it would be. I sweat a lot and I felt my muscles get strained on the first routine.

I find it funny how the composers for the girl group Pussy Cat Dolls incorporate the sound and/or beat of the girl group's songs to their dance routines, which is the striptease. Maybe that's the reason why I keep on watching PCD videos, drooling over the girls. Oh, how juvenile of me.

Toccara

America's Next Top Model Cycle 3 contestant Toccara Jones just recently graced the cover of Italian Vogue. I heart this spunky girl from Ohio during ANTM cycle 3. She's the first plus-size contestant to reach top 6 of the TV show. Her name was from an Avon perfume.

I chose this picture of hers because she kinda looks like a good friend of mine in this pic. Chocobun dearly calls her "Mother Lou".

Gotta love that swan neck despite being full-figured. And I don't wanna start talkin' 'bout her gajunggas, with a capital G, yes G.

Sold House

A house was sold for $1.75 in eBay, although the buyer will be paying additional $850 for back taxes and all, still, it's an $851.75 house! Where the fuck can you buy a house for that price. I know it's a fixer-upper, but, owning a house gives a different feeling. ^_^ Wish I was the buyer. Neh, mina?

Know Your Fuckin' Boundaries Parte Una

This gal and I were pals before she became my elder brother's girlfriend and started acting like the prima donna that she is. Now that my brother married her, and she's my sis-in-law, she got worst. She would just open my room's door and yell at me like she's the owner of the house, then fucking slam it afterwards. And my list of unluckiness grew longer when my younger brother asked our mum if he could have a room of his own. Being a single-family home my mum owns, there were only two extra rooms apart from the master's suite in our house, so I have to share the room with sis-in-law. Sharing a room with her is very inconvenient for me. She's almost shouting whenever she talks on the phone, I can hear it from my soon to be former room, just like her alarm clock which doesn't even serve its purpose since she would still wake up late coz she's been clubbin and partyin te night before. I can't actually see any reason why she doesn't wanna go back to her mom's place and live there for a while until everything's settled, besides it isn't that far from her work like she claims it is, she has her own car and she drives the freeway for fuckin cryin out loud. She has her own room in her mom's place, the only problem is, her mom's way too strict. Lights out at a specific time, and she can't go out partying late at night. Additional reason why she doesn't wanna stay to her mom's place was because she doesn't want her mom and stepdad to sleep in the same bed. WTF! Ultimo ba naman pakikipagkantutan ng nanay nya sa asawa gusto pa nyang pakelaman?! Putambabae! Tama bang ako ang makisama sa kanya eh ako ang anak ng may-ari ng bahay? Kung sing-kapal ng mukha ko ang mukha nya, ako ang tutuloy sa bahay ng nanay nya at gagamit ng cuarto nya!

Okay, Sue.. Calm down.. You've already lashed out, now breathe in.. Breathe out..

My Favorite Geeks

Matthew Gray Gubler known as Dr. Spencer Reid in the hit primetime drama series Criminal Minds.

He is actually an NYU film directing major grad. He directed the "Don't Shoot Me, Santa" mv by The Killers.

I know he doesn't look like a geek in this pic, he looks like a model, and in fact he is. He modelled for Louis Vuitton, Tommy Hilfiger, and other famous designers.

He's really smart, you can tell by his forehead. Lol. I mean, he has tact, and his "intern journal" won't be featured in the special DVD of Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou in which he played a very short role as an intern, if he wasn't, duh..



Jim Parsons who portrays the character of a physicist with two PhD's and a Master's Degree, Sheldon Cooper, PhD, D, M.Sc. in the hit sitcom, The Big Bang Theory.

He appeared in Garden State and other cameo roles in TV. Nothing much about this actor's bio can be found in the www.











Eric Szmanda, the Polish descent American actor known as "the DNA dude" during the first season of another hit primetime drama series, CSI. We later found out his character's name was Greg Sanders. Just like Jim Parsons, I can't find any other info about this actor other than the fact that he supports the US Campaign for Burma.


Sean Murray, Donald Bellisarius', producer of military dramas JAG (Judge Advocate General) and NCIS (Naval Criminal Investigative Servies), stepson. And since he was the producer's stepson, he got some acting part on JAG as Danny Walden. But he really was known as MIT grad Special Agent Timothy McGee of NCIS, who is often called "probie" by his senior officer, womanizer, Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo.











And the newest addition to my geek list, Fred Weller. He plays as a 5th generation US Marshall named Marsahall in the new primetime drama series, In Plain Sight. He's Mary Shannon's partner. He seems to know a little about everything: what Mary calls "useless information".

Frederick Weller was initially successful as a stage actor, which is still his biggest passion. He performed in Neil LaBute and David Mamet plays and films. He also played the ambitious, jerk of a boyfriend of Neve Campbell in the movie When Will I Be Loved.

He's RoboCop's cousin.



With these men, smart is really the new sexy!

Harvard Class Day Speech '06: "Go Nads!"

The Square Root of Three

I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
A three is all that's good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious square root sign
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing by,>
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed.

--- Kumar Patel, Harold and Kumar:
Escape from Guantanamo Bay, 2008

My Fall '08 Must-Have

At first glance, you'll think their footwear were ordinary gladiator sandals, but the truth was, those were ordinary slippers with a Posso the Spat shoe cover.

A very clever idea to sass up ordinary slippers, flats, or pumps into something else, like say, a boot..


Now I'm wearing an ordinary thong slipper, just attach a Posso the Spat shoe (or shin, perhaps is the right term) cover and, voila! instant leg hair cover! Whoops, typo! And voila! a pretty pair of ninja footwear akin to that of Sakura's of Naruto manga/anime. ^_^


*naga-adik ako, meh reklmao?!

these boots are made for schleppin'

where can i find 'em boots?! me wants one pair!

Greatest Romantic Movies Of All Time

"Whether you're generally sappy or cynical, devoted or dubious, once in a while, everyone needs a little romance. Some of the films on this eclectic list will send you scrambling for a Kleenex, while others will lift you up (where you belong); the best may do both. Lose yourself in these love stories, but remember: a kiss is never just a kiss."

According to AFI, the top ten movies are:

1. Casablanca
2. Gone With The Wind
3. West Side Story
4. Roman Holiday
5. An Affair To Remember
6. The Way We Were
7. Dr. Zhivago
8. It's A Wonderful Life
9. Love Story, and
10. City Lights

from Digital Dream Door:

1. Romeo and Juliet - (1968, Franco Zeffirelli) (Leonard Whiting, Olivia Hussey)
2. From Here to Eternity - (1953, Fred Zinnemann) (Burt Lancaster, Deborah Kerr)
3. Casablanca - (1942, Michael Curtiz) (Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman)
4. Camille - (1937, George Cukor) (Greta Garbo, Robert Taylor)
5. Splendor in the Grass - (1961, Elia Kazan) (Natalie Wood, Warren Beatty)
6. Brief Encounter - (1945, David Lean) (Celia Johnson, Trevor Howard)
7. A Place in the Sun - (1951, George Stevens) (Montgomery Clift, Elizabeth Taylor)
8. Gone With the Wind - (1939, Victor Fleming) (Clark Gable, Vivien Leigh)
9. To Have and Have Not - (1944, Howard Hawks) (Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall)
10. Somewhere in Time - (1980, Jeannot Szwarc) (Christopher Reeve, Jane Seymour)

Mine would be:

- Shakespeare In Love, 1998
- An Affair To Remember, 1957
- A Walk to Remember, 2002
- The Notebook, 2004
- Message In A Bottle, 1999
- Two Weeks Notice, 2002
- Eternal Sunshine Of A Spotless Mind, 2004
- that classic movie which involves an angel falling in love with a human similar to,
- City of Angels, 1998

runners-up:

- Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks movies, Sleepless In Seattle and You've Got Mail
- John Cusack movies, Serendipity, Must Love Dogs, and America's Sweetheart
- animations, Beauty and the Beast

Remembering the Royalties

Diana Frances Spencer and John Fitzgerald Kennedy Jr.

Pro Re Nata

Theirs was a love sprung from professional teaming up. Both of them were fond of each other; unfortunately, they never act on it.

Casablanca

From Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem In Memoriam:27, 1850:

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

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Naglalakad ako sa may aplaya. Natatanaw ko ang mga mangingisda't kani-kanilang mga pamilyang tulong-tulong sa paghila ng fishing net. Mainit ang sikat ng araw, bagama't hindi naman nakakapaso. Masarap ang simoy ng hanging nagmumula sa dagat. Kasabay ng alon ay nalalasahan ko ang alat..Kaysarap pumikit at mag-relax..

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Naliligaw ako sa mala-labyrinth na palenke. Hindi ako pamilyar sa lugar, ngunit hindi naman ako nakaramdam ng takot kahit pa ilang ulo ng tupa na ang nadaanan ko. Wala namang manginginom sa paligid. Nawawala ako.

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Nasa loob ako ng isang bar. Merong jazz music sa background. May mga nagsusugal sa isang sulok. Mayroon namang simpleng nagdi-dinner date lamang sa isang banda. Ako, nagi-isa sa sulok ng lamesa. Sinasamyo, sinisimsim baso ng vodka, sapagkat wala raw silang tequila.. Napansin kita't tinanguan, here's looking at you, kid!

nota bene: an unpolished writing attempt.

Purple Proses

I'm thinking of going back to writing inane things that have nothing to do with my day-to-day life and activity, if I have one that is..

I realized the way your eyes deceived me with tender looks that I mistook for love
So take away the flowers that you gave me, and send the kind that you remind me of

Paper Roses
Paper Roses
Oh how real those roses seem to be
But they're only imitation,
Like you imitation love for me

I thought that you would be a perfect lover
You seemed so full of sweetness at the start, but like a big red rose that's made of paper
There isn't any sweetness in your heart

Paper Roses
Paper Roses
Oh how real those roses seem to be
But they're only imitation
Like you imitation love for me

Cheese, wine..My First Time..

I woke up as early as 4am last Saturday kase pupunta kame ni ina sa tiangge.. Well, so far, yun yung lam kong plano nyang gawin. So, nag-swap meet kame, namili ng gulay ilokano ni ina, saluyot, patola, talong na parang hinliliit (sabe kase ng tindera, mas maliit mas mahal), ampalayang maliliit din, bunga't bulaklak ng kalabasa (alang gaano sa likod-bahay namin eh!), at ang di galing sa kanal na kangkong. Tas bigla sya nagyaya magpunta ng Saks 5th at Neiman Marcus.

Goodness! 65% off sale sa Saks pero sky high pa rin ang prices! Biruin mo, nasa $900-something pa rin yung napaka-simpleng D&G bag?! Meaning, nasa $2000-something original price ng lecheng bag na yun. Nagustuhan ko yung Hobo na evening clutch bag, kaso ala akong anda..sale na rin yun sa $80-something.

Then we went to Neiman Marcus, meh invitation pala si ina for a private showroom sale! Pucha! First time ko ma-experience yung kame lang ang nandun at nagtitingin ng merchandises na preview collection pa ng fall, tas meh sini-serve pa yung mga associates na cheap wine and/or champagne, cheese, crackers, fruits (grapes & strawberries), tsaka pepperoni. Buti na lang hapon na kame pumunta kase coffee, juice, doughnuts, and bagels yung ni-serve nila from 10am 'til 1pm. Syempre, ala akong binili. Ang mamahal kaya ng paninda nila!

Ganito Sila Noon..

Mga awiting nilimot ng panahon na kaysarap pakinggan at paulit-ulit balikan. Nasaan na ang pagiging malikhain mo, Juan dela Cruz..? Maaari pa bang ibalik ang dati mong pagiging makata at busilak?

"Sinisinta kita, 'di ka kumikibo; Akala mo yata ako'y nagbibiro.
Saksi ko ang langit, sampu ng kanduro; Kundi ka mahal, puputok yaring puso."

"Kataka-takang mahibang ang tulad ko sa'yo.
Biru-biro ang simula, ang wakas pala ay ano?
Aayaw-ayaw pa ako, ngunit 'yan ay 'di totoo.
Dahil sa iyo puso kong ito'y binihag mo."

"Sa piling mo sinta ko napapawi ang lungkot;
Napaparam, nagbabago ang lahat ng himutok.
At sa tuwi kong hahagkan ang pisngi mong mabango,
Ay tuluyang napaparam ang hirap ko."

"Akala mo yata kita'y nililimot; alaala kita sa gabing pagtulog.
Ang inuunan ko luhang umaagos; ang binabanig ko ay sama ng loob.
'Di ka na nahabag, di ka na naawa. Lusak na ang lupa sa patak ng luha."

"Tumataghoy sa gabing mapanglaw ang abang lagay ko, o mutyang hirang
Sana'y dinggin ang hibik at daing, waring malalagot na ang buhay na angkin."

"Sa bawat sandali tayo ay magkapiling, sa bawat lunggati pakinggan ang hiling;
Ang puso ko't budhi ay hindi sinungaling, sana ay ulinigin damdamin ko, giliw-- Asahan, pangarap nitong buhay, lahat ng araw kita'y mamahalin.
Iwasan ang iyong alinlangan, lahat ng araw kita'y mamahalin.
Sa labi ng imbing kamatayan itangi yaring pagmamahal.
Tulutang magtapat sa 'yo hirang lahat ng araw kita'y mamahalin."

"Malayo man, malapit din pilit kong mararating; 'wag lamang masabi mong 'di kita ginigiliw."

"Nasaan ka irog, at dagling naparam ang iyong paggiliw?
'Di ba 'ga sumpa mong ako'y mamahalin, iyong itatangi magpahanggang libing?"

Easy Fifty

My mum and I went to her uncle's place in Camarillo the other day so we could go to the outlet center and do some Independence Day shopping spree. Mum's uncle's wife was kinda paranoid. I dunno guys if you'd believe me or not but here goes..

One night we spent in their house, my mum and I did not sleep in the guest room as usual, we were assigned to sleep in the master's bedroom since mum's aunt went to the Philippines and her uncle used his son's room. Guest room were occupied by my two brothers and my mum's cousin and his maternal cousins stayed in the media room. I went to bed late, about 3:30am-ish, coz my elder brother and I stayed late that night chatting as usual about nothing in particular, he was staying with mum's uncle that time helping mum's uncle with their "home improvement project". I had this dream about this gay guy in 70's red hippie outfit, plain tunic-like top and floral printed pyjama-like bottom, complete with the long hair. He came in through the bathroom door and there was suddenly a stairs that appeared going up the ceiling. I followed him. He went inside this room with green carpet and had a lot of wall shelvings filled with jars of pickled penis. He knew I was following him that he turned around and walked closer to me, opened his pants' garter strings and showed me his cut-off penis! Of course I was horrified I didn't know how I was able to woke up, I woke my mum up and asked her to speed our way back home which she did for she had to work anyways and she told me we were going to leave by 4am. It was only 3:45am, meaning I hadn't slept that long.

On our way home, I told my mum about my dream and she told me that her uncle's house had an attic and it has a room. She also told me not to take my dream seriously because maybe my mind was just too filled with dragon and other mythical creatures' tales, my mum's cousin was only 15 y/o and he and his cousins found the folklores interesting we talked about it during dinner. I did calm down after our talk, but my mum was such a blabbermouth that she told my dream to her uncle, and his youngest brother along with his wife and gawd knows who else, who in turn told his paranoid wife about it. Since mum's paranoid aunt was a paranoid, she had the house blessed and feng shui'ed to drive away the spirits from her house.

Fast-forward yesterday. My mum's aunt brought me to her brother's house who also had his house blessed and feng shui'ed not that long time ago. She asked me to feel the house, and I did. I had goosebumps on my right arm and neck, but not on the other parts of my body. I found the house dark, but they justified it by saying because the sun had already set. Our house doesn't go as dark as that house even when the sun already set, duh..? Even the facade of that house was dark, hullo..?! I told the homeowner to change his son's bed arrangement and to throw away this specifically "dark" painting which wasn't there when the feng shui expert came to their house. For my mum's aunt's house, I didn't tell her to alter anything, so for my "services" she gave me 50 bucks. I should have told her I saw this teenage girl wandering around her receiving room by her grand piano, for an additional 50 bucks! Pffft!

x's: I went up the attic via the garage coz the ladder to go up there was in the garage. It was a long walk going to that room I saw in my dream that I asked my mum's uncle if there was any other door to get to the attic, and he told me there was a trap door in their bedroom closet near the bathroom. The room was exactly how I saw it in my dream, minus the carpet that my mum's uncle removed earlier this month because it was moldy and smelly.

V2O the Venue

My sis-in-law and I were invited by my mum's business associate to join them clubbin at Long Beach. The club was the best one I went in so far! There was a contest on who "dances" best in their lingerie and they were being auctioned afterwards. Good thing the sisters who invited us weren't too drunk during the auction, or else thay would have joined it too. Anyhoo, the sisters got too drunk because they knew the bartender there, his name's Mark, so we had to stop by Denny's to sober them up by having them throw up in the toilet and had them drank coffee.

Aside from the sisters getting drunk, the only thing that made me extremely uncomfortable was this old fart, he's a sexagenarian I guess, he kept on following me! And then whenever I looked his way he would wink and smile at me.

The Mix

We spent the weekend at Las Vegas, on the same hotel where Manny Pacquiao had his match with David Diaz. Mandalay Bay Hotel, as expected was crowded with FIlipinos, Mexicans, and other boxing enthusiasts. Mum, and her friends got tickets for the match, and since I wasn't a Pacman fan, I didn't watch it with them; however, it was very unforutnate for my younger brother because he wants to see the match lve as well, but my mum didn't get him a ticket assuming he wanted to go to the arcades instead. My mum also happened to forgot about my brother going to the arcade after the match was done and she started playing pai gow and blackjack at the hotel's casino. My poor brother just stayed in the hotel room and watched iCarly until mum's bf joined him and watched World Poker Tour.

I was invited by my aunt on my father's side to go up to the 64th floor of the hotel. It took me 2 hours to figure out how to get to the said floor, because first, I got directed to ride this lift that's supposed to take me up the penthouse, unfortunately, I don't have the key to activate said lift. Went back to fall in line in the front desk and the lady there gave me a map. In the vast hotel and casino, I lost my way a couple of times, until I saw The Mix, or the long line forming outside of it. Good thing my aunt got me in the guest list, I only fell in line for about an hour and so. I saw Bella Flores and Robert Jaworski got in before me, but it still didn't give me the slightest idea that I was about to go to Pacquiao's victory party. So imagine my shock when I got in that master's suite-like place and saw Chavit Singson and the Bello-ized wife of Manny looking like one of those Mexican hos I saw everyday in the mall, with this almost midget guy with bandages on his hand, yup, it was Pacman himself, alright..saw them when I was about to leave because that wasn't my crowd in that place. People there were to old and too political for me, I felt suffocated! Besides, I was wearing one of my clubbin' dresses and sexy heels, what if one of those ecchi/hentai politicians saw me and thought with their inferior head? Baka makapagtaray at mapa-away lang ako nang wala sa oras. My aunt's guestlist, Bella Flores, and Robert Jaworski should have given me a clue already what to expect.

I went back to the casino and played slots and drunk cocktails to drown my frustration. I wasn't able to take a dip in that raging water pool, and I wasn't able to get into a "decent" club since my friend from Vegas had an emergency, a gf emergency. At least luck smiled upon me and I won ten bucks playing slut, ahermn..slots.

Of Death And Pastries

"Jonathan Trager, prominent television producer for ESPN, died last night from complications of losing his soul mate and his fiancee. He was 35 years old. Soft-spoken and obsessive, Trager never looked the part of a hopeless romantic. But, in the final days of his life, he revealed an unknown side of his psyche. This hidden quasi-Jungian persona surfaced during the Agatha Christie-like pursuit of his long reputed soul mate, a woman whom he only spent a few precious hours with. Sadly, the protracted search ended late Saturday night in complete and utter failure. Yet even in certain defeat, the courageous Trager secretly clung to the belief that life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences. Uh-uh. But rather, its a tapestry of events that culminate in an exquisite, sublime plan. Asked about the loss of his dear friend, Dean Kansky, the Pulitzer Prize-winning author and executive editor of the New York Times, described Jonathan as a changed man in the last days of his life. "Things were clearer for him," Kansky noted. Ultimately Jonathan concluded that if we are to live life in harmony with the universe, we must all possess a powerful faith in what the ancients used to call "fatum", what we currently refer to as destiny."

Raping Adam..

I dunno why the idea of raping a man excites me..

Family Guy - Lois Jumps Peter

M-U-S-H

A comedy about the greatest love story almost never told..

"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies,"

-Aristotle

Ticking Clock..

I was sick since Tuesday last week, at first I thought it was a simple case of food poisoning when I rushed to our office ladies' room to throw-up. I went home two hours earlier than the office hours. The following night, I felt worse, I cannot eat decently without vomitting and defecating, I cannot even drink a drop of water. I went to the doctor first thing the morning after. The doctor's diagnosis was stomach flu, but did lab work still, just to be safe and sure.

This morning, I missed my fourth day at work because I still feel like hell, good thing the doctor's office called me in for the results I can give the office another doctor's note. Unfortunately, I learned that I'm a disaster waiting to happen. Lab test indicated that I have an acute pyelonephritis, kidney infection in layman's term, and I'm just waiting for a hike in my temperature so I could rush myself in the ER, as I type this blog down.

I'm thinking of quitting work before they could fire me for not showing up. I mean, I called them up to inform them I'm not well, but will the work piling up on my desk wait until I get better..? What if I get worse? I'm still under probation, I have worked for only ten days and six hours, they can just hire somebody else again, right?

Club Cabana

Last Friday, my girl friends and I went out clubbing at Club">http://www.cabanaclubhollywood.com/">Club Cabana in Hollywood. Damien got us in his guest list. It was packed with asians and the beat of the music didn't jive with each other, 'coz the dj will play a fast beat music one second, then a slower one the next that my girlfriends and I literally stop everytime the dj changes the song.

Anyhoo, I invited my uncle to tag along with us 'coz he'll be moving to Frisco (San Fran) next school year, he's a PE/SpEd teacher btw, so we decided to have him take a glimpse of a "Hollywood" night. He was supposed to sleep over at our place, but he called his friend, and his friend invited him to spend the night at his place, and in return, my cousin invited his friend to meet us up at Club Cabana.
During our 30-minute ride to Hollywood, my cousin told us that this friend of his was a Pinoy model, and he used to model for Ben Chan. He also told us that his friend's a former UST varsitarian and close pals with another Filipino hunk'a model John Hall.

I joked and asked my cousin if his friend's still available or already taken, and they, my cousin and my girl friends, didn't take it as a joke, and thought I was serious about it. So, my cousin described his friend to us, he said his friend's also "masculado", but not the "bato-bato" type. His body's lean like those of Calvin Klein models. Geez! My cuz knows me well! I ogle and drool over CK models, except for Mark Wahlberg, 'coz of their boyish kind of appeal, but at the same time there's this raw animal inside lurking kinda thing going on.

After a couple of minutes upon entering Club Cabana. I met this epitome of a male Filipino, Iago Raterte.

P.S. We had a chat and exchanged digits, we planned on going out clubbing again this week, hopefully matuloy. I'm not interested in him like I'm having butterflies in my stomach whenever I see him or like I wanna fuck him or anything of that sort, I just feel like having another male friend here in the US.

X's: Tangna! Sana next time, real CK model na ma-meet ko..

It's A Cruel, Cruel Summer..

I hate summer.. It's soo frickin' hot and not in a good way or sexy way.. Office is kinda casual so I decided to dress like this, --- shirt, shorts, and sandals --- after all, it's summer.. Mwehehehe!! I did lost a couple of pounds, but not yet my target weight.. Wish I could shed some more..

Luck of the Irish!

Sabe nila pag minalas ka, uulanin ka, pero pag sinuwerte ka, bagyo naman.

I got hired yesterday, after three months of unemployment and jobhunting. I am half-psyched and half-jittery on my new job as an accounts payable clerk in a large meat company along with its three sub-companies. Biruin mo, they risked and hired me even if I do not have American accounitng experience, that's a one-in-a-million chance! The company owner's of eastern european descent just like the hiring manager who told me that she wants me to live the american dream that's why she hired me. Kewlness, noh?

Today, I got my tax refund. I saved half of it in my savings account for my down payment whenever I find an apartment. The other half that was left on my checking account, I used to buy my mum her mother's day and birthday gifts.

Toge Toge @ Awa Awa

Miss Double-finger a.k.a. Paula is one of Baroque Works' assassins paired with devil's fruit ability. She ate the Toge Toge no Mi which gives her power to make spikes out of her body. I love her as the Spider's Cafe bartender, Paula, with the Bohemian-ish look, however, I'm not as thrilled when she's Miss Double-finger with those big hair a la Diana Ross, exaggerated hip-swaying way of walking, and what's up with the pipe..?!

Kalifa appeared to be Water 7's mayor Iceburg's secretary, but she turned out to be one of the World Government's secret agent, a member of the elite group Cipher Police 9 (CP9).
She ate the Awa Awa no Mi, which gave her the power to release bubbles that drain her oppoonent's energy. Her look strikes me as a dominatrix, with her spectacles, fishnets, and yes, the whip, thorns and all..

"Yes, my mistress.. Whatever pleases you, my mistress.."

Miss All-Sunday

I'm not a big cow boy fan, but if that cow boy, or in this sitch, a cow girl, is as hot as Miss All-Sunday, I would not mind covering each wall of my room with her poster.

It has been a week now since I last saw One Piece anime, wherein Miss All-Sunday is one of the characters. She is the archaeologist in the Straw-Hat Pirate Crew.

This raven-haired beauty ate a devil's fruit at a very young age. She can duplicate any part of her body because of the Hana Hana no Mi ability.

She first came into scene when she "assassinated" Igaram a.k.a. Mr. * of Baroque Works. She was Mr. 0's, a.k.a. Mr. Crocodile of the Shichibukai, partner. Although it was rumored that Miss Doublefinger is stronger than her, she became Mr. 0's partner because she can read the ancient writings.

I see her as a real femme fatale, or an alpha female, if you may. She's smart, always calm, and she loves to read. She's the smartest Straw Hat crew. She dropped her code name Miss All-Sunday when she joined Luffy and the gang. At first, she don't call the other crew members by their name; She hasn't warmed up yet, that's why. One of her attributes that I can relate to.

This mysterious lady was labeled a she-demon, and the World Government put a 79 million beli bounty on her at the very young age of eight. The label and the bounty was all because she can read the ancient writings that can lead to the discovery and resurrection of Pluton, the most powerful weapon ever existed.

My fascination to this chick started when I saw a random One Piece episode. I think that was the Straw Hats' adventure in Skypeia, 'coz I vaguely remember that guy with long ears. She was wearing a simple sleeveless top and a pair of purple pants at first, then changed to a purple suit when she was investigating the ancient ruins of the "Holy Land".

Shortly before docking at Water 7, a city built on water where the most skillful shipwrights can be found, the crew met Admiral Aokiji who told them about the dark side of Robin. Upon docking at Water 7, she along with a mysterious gentleman who whispered to her "CP9", tried to assassinate the island's mayor, Iceburg, and tried to sever ties with Mugiwara no Kaizoku (Straw Hat Pirates).

Of all the clothing ensemble I saw her in, this one on the left is my favorite. Black long leather biker's jacket, and black thigh-high leather boots. Simple yet fashionable.

Slavery by Matt Wilde

Since the beginning of time, humanity has been trying to enslave it's own. When the authority realized they were losing the battle to do it by force (around 1930 or so), they decided to offer it on a volunteer basis. I'm just amazed at how many Americans chose to volunteer for such a life.

I just saw Michael Moore's film, "Sicko," and it outlines it perfectly. Instilling fear, stupidity, greed and hopelessness helps control the people. Though we're given the illusion of having the freedom to choose, living in debt and fear takes away that ability to choose with a clear mind. Poor people are less likely to vote, and more likely to believe what they hear through the mass media. People are shackled by car insurance, health insurance, college loans, rising gas prices and credit card debt. People who feel pessimistic and hopeless, and more likely to follow, rather than to lead. An educated, healthy and confident nation is much harder to govern, so the government wants it's people to be dumb, sick and demoralized. In doing so, we are more likely to take orders and hope for the best.

Schools don't teach our young how to lead; they teach us how to follow. They don't teach entrepreneurism or money management, but instead how to follow directions and be good employees. They don't teach history honestly, but instead instill blind Patriotism. We are taught that buying and owning stuff, determines the value of our lives. We are taught the in order to buy stuff and have a good life, we must have a good job. In order to get a good job, we must get a college education. And by the time we leave college, we're already deep in debt and scared, and wouldn't dream of stepping out of line. Plus these corporate jobs offer HMO plans, because, heaven forbid, we might get sick and need medical care.

Though we are no longer beaten or whipped physically by our masters, and we have the ability to buy healthful food, and afford warm, comfortable shelter, how many corporate drones feel like they are living with purpose, rather than enslaved by the system? Living with gratitude rather than fear? How many feel like they are serving and benefiting humanity, rather than stripping it to the extent that the lobbied law will allow? How many feel put upon and resentment towards their bosses? How many feel envious of the rich? How many are asked to work harder, longer and more productively than they did the day before? How many feel depressed and in need of controlled medication to alleviate this illness? How many satiate their lives with drugs, alcohol, sex, consumerism and mindless mental distraction?

We are at the end of American supremacy. Our borders are falling down. Our government is the laughing stock of the rest of the world. Our dollar is growing worthless. We are at the dawn of a re-revolution. Humility, health, education and confidence are our weapons. Fear, greed and woe are our enemies.

STOP WORKING FOR MONEY, AND START SHARING YOUR UNIQUE GIFTS WITH THE REST OF US!!! TRUST THAT YOU WILL BE SUPPORTED!!

One World, under God, serving each other, so that we may enjoy this life, the after, and the lives of those to follow. Amen.

Sai sez: how many pron stars write something as piquant as this..?

Trip Down Memory Lane: Combatron

Funny Komik's version of Megaman. A Pinoy cyborg superhero idolized by most kids.

Bago pa si Uzumaki Naruto nauso, si Combatron muna ang kinalokohan ng mga estudyante ng Notre Dame of Greater Manila - Caloocan.

I remember how pissed off I was every Friday coz I've had to perfect my quizzes or else I wont have had moolah to buy me the latest copy of Funny Komiks. Perfecting quizzes ain't hard. I just don't wanna do it 'coz people will expect a lot from me. Anyhoo, Funny komiks then was Php6.00.. Ewan ko na ngayon. Ano na ba ang nangyari kina Combatron, Axel, Metallica, and Death Metal (formerly known as Alchitran)..? Bulol pa rin ba si Ronaldito Perseus Edmund Jerome a.k.a. Eklok..? Nabisto na ba ang true identity ni Tinay Pinay..?

Street Fashion

According to Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia: Street fashion is a term used to describe fashion that is considered to have emerged not from studios, but from the grass roots. Street fashion generally associated with youth culture, and is most often seen in major urban centres. Mainstream fashion often appropriates street fashion trends as influences.
I am your average shirt and jeans gal, but ever since I got into anime so deep, I decided to sport Street Fashion whenever I feel like it. I got this job at a dance studio Fall of 2006, and tried to glam up my blah look into these style.

Alas, I was reprimanded because, my employer who is a Brit is not as open-minded and was stuck into a "blah mentality" with regards to fashion.

It was very unfortunate and sad for those people who cannot find style and "decency/respectability" in the same get-up.














I mean what I wore wasn't as over the top as most Street Fashionistas you'll find walking in most Asian countries such as Japan and Taiwan. However, given the option, I would rather choose a somewhat over the top look rather than be a wallpaper and look BLAH!

My New Fetish

I'm a big anime fan and I wanted to attend the anime convention in San Jose ever since 2004. I was just browsing the web when my attention was caught by the cosplay images in one of the sites. The yearning in my heart came back rushing, and the thought came, if I'm gonna do a cosplay, who'd I be..?

My first choice last 2004 was Robin Sena from Witch Hunter Robin, second was either Yomiko Readman or Nenene Sumiregawa from Read or Die. My eyeglass fixation stepped up that time.

2006 came and I saw Nico Robin of One Piece sporting white trench coat and white boots. That time, my trench coat and boot fixation arose.

Now, 2008, even though my fave femme fatal in Naruto is Hinata Hyuuga, because of her nice bod and lithe movement in that one episode wherein she was practicing in the waterfall; I wanted to dress either like Anko Mitarashi or Karin, as a new fetish surfaced. bodystocking. I already bought two bodystockings yesterday.

nota bene: definition of bodystocking as defined in wikipedia, an article of lingerie, similar to a leotard or a catsuit. It is much the same thing as a unitard, but the term bodystocking is likely to be preferred when the garment is worn as an underlayer in cold weather. It usually has long legs, but it may have long, short, or no sleeves. Bodystockings are often crotchless. It is usually made from a sheer fabric similar to those used for stockings and tights, or from fishnet material. Some people consider bodystockings to be an erotic garment.

Shopaholic Meeh, Because Mum's a B.I.

My mum's VIetnamese and Indonesian friends called her last Friday and told her they had merchandises, and they're gonna bring it at the Nogales High School swap meet the next day. My mum asked me to come with her to help her carry her purchases, unfortunately, my mum's shopaholic aura shone on me come Saturday morning. What even excited me was two extra small sized dresses fit me like a glove! they fit my bust area, yey!! Now, I owe my mum, I dunno how much..mebbeh more or less a hundred bucks. Tsk!!

Maidening the Hoiden

It started last 2006.. My indulgence to feminine apparels: dresses, skirts, and blouses. Giving in once was all it took, and I got hooked. Now, I have more clothes in my closet than I ever could have imagined. I'm no longer satisfied with collared shirts and pants. Now, I gotta have skirts, and dresses paired with pantyhose or stockings with garter belts. Effeminate blouses showing-off my skin. D'ecollet'e is my new hot dress-cut. Fuck!! I think I'm like Dr. Jekyll whenever I'm in the Philippines, and Mr. Hyde whenever I'm here in the US. Well, of course, jeans and shirts make commuting easier back in my homeland, and with all those puddles even on paved city streets, I can't wear my high-heeled boots, espadrilles, and/or pumps there.

How Much I've Traveled So Far..

Menage a . . . . . Une

She felt a sudden urge to dance that day..

The urge was so strong it oozed out of her body..

Like an aura enveloping her being, radiating through her soul..

She submitted to its inevitability..

She stood up and dressed up..

She did her hair and make up..

"Damn, Bee, you looked so hot you're fuckable!"

Nohari

Nohari Window is a challenging inversion of the Johari Window, using antonyms of the original words. By describing your failings from a fixed list of adjectives, then asking your friends and colleagues to describe you from the same list, a grid of perceived and unrecognised weaknesses can be explored.

Look, mum, I'm in the mag!