Went out with my Panda last night
We went out with John boy and later Awie. Watched the Legend of Zorro which was kind of like Mister and Missus Smith in Spainish California. Had a lot of laughs even if I was in a tizzy mood. Wasn't too happy in some points. Hated games. But still, was very happy to be with my Panda bear and was just in a quiet happy place when I was holding her close.
I'm sorry it didn't turn out to be that fun an evening love. Bad day I guess with lots of negative synchonicity. Gah. They happen.
Going to miss her even more. Long weekend. Bah.. simply means more days I won't see her. Wish her sem-break ends soon. It was so much easier to catch her when she was merely the dorm a distance away. Now, its like the moon and back and though the spirit is willing, the wallet is weak.
I love you, Panda bear Isha.
With all my heart and garapataness.
24-hour Comic done!
Wasn't able to go to Puerto Galera with the others but decided to join them in spirit and do my own 24-hour comic with touches of Kali and Filipino martial arts in it. Just finished it! Whew... my tale of two siblings, their missing father and the concepts that I found myself thinking while thinking about Pinoy martial arts bore this weird baby which touches on weapons, zombie ninjas, the hindu gods kali and yama and more!
Will post it online soon unless Jonas or Elbert decides it should be released in another format first. Yahoo!!!!
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
HAPY HALLOWEEN!
I know, I'm early. But hey, at least I got to celebrate it eh? I used to hold Halloween parties EVERY year. Halloween used to be my favorite holiday above all other holidays. Sure, Christmas got you gifts, while Easter had the fun egg-hunts and egg painting. But only Halloween allowed you to go wild with your costumes and outfits and just be someone else for the day. I got my officemates to be willing to have a Halloween lunch yesterday and to keep the spirit of the holiday alive, we all got into costume or make-up and masks and had a great time! My boss, the ever healthy both physically and spiritually, Beth even offered to give out prizes for the scariest, the most unique and the most creative costumes. Check them out!
I know, I'm early. But hey, at least I got to celebrate it eh? I used to hold Halloween parties EVERY year. Halloween used to be my favorite holiday above all other holidays. Sure, Christmas got you gifts, while Easter had the fun egg-hunts and egg painting. But only Halloween allowed you to go wild with your costumes and outfits and just be someone else for the day. I got my officemates to be willing to have a Halloween lunch yesterday and to keep the spirit of the holiday alive, we all got into costume or make-up and masks and had a great time! My boss, the ever healthy both physically and spiritually, Beth even offered to give out prizes for the scariest, the most unique and the most creative costumes. Check them out!
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
BIRTHDAY PARTEEEE!
My sweetie Isha invited me to join her at her boss' birthday bash. Got to meet Kamil and a bunch of other people whom Isha works with and for. It was fun, though I would confess to feeling a tad out of place. I dunno. Maybe it was still the hiya-an phase. Or maybe it was just because I didn't know the people enough yet. But the food was terrific and the alcohol more so. I do hope I gave a good impression to them. Her boss did call us "lovebirds" so I guess that's a good thing. Hehehe. (Eek mush!)
My sweetie Isha invited me to join her at her boss' birthday bash. Got to meet Kamil and a bunch of other people whom Isha works with and for. It was fun, though I would confess to feeling a tad out of place. I dunno. Maybe it was still the hiya-an phase. Or maybe it was just because I didn't know the people enough yet. But the food was terrific and the alcohol more so. I do hope I gave a good impression to them. Her boss did call us "lovebirds" so I guess that's a good thing. Hehehe. (Eek mush!)
I miss my Panda bear.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Vignette: Ultimate Desire
Inside the beating heart that was larger than any room that one could ever find in the world, Desire watched the events that unfolded in the land of man, woman and beasts. She was in her domain, the Threshold, which was a massive statue of herself with its arms outstretched and its chest open to reveal its beating heart. Holding a smaller silver heart-shaped between her thin white fingers, Desire found herself for the first moment in her existence suddenly uncertain for the briefest of moments of what she wanted to do. Through the eyes of a very young Burgess, Desire peered at the events that slowly unfolded. It was a curious moment. A event horizon of things that were to come.
"I have it," the man who stood before the young and tired Alex Burgess spoke excitedly, only to dampen the excitement the moment he realised it was the son and not the father whom answered the door. "Alex lad, where's your father?"
"He is-" Alex began but John Hathaway had no time for a child's uncertain answer. Shoving the child past him, the museum curator made his way into the house and scanned the room with his bespectacled eyes. Alex noticed that his father's guest held close to his chest something that was wrapped in a dark velvet cloth. Desire noticed that Alex felt the initial pangs of curiousity growing as he stared at the concealed parcel. Finding no sign of Roderick, Hathaway searched for the one who would most likely know where he was.
"Compton?"
"Here, sir?" a carefully delivered response came from the side. Turning to his right, Hathaway saw the butler that served Roderick Burgess step into view with a teapot, two cups and a biscuit on a tray that he carried. "Master Roderick is at his chambers. Would you like me to inform him that you have arrived?"
"By all means my good man," Hathaway muttered and Alex noticed him patting the wrapped parcel a few times before continuing, "Inform him that the matters regarding.. Edmund have come to a possible conclusion."
"Of course, sir," Compton replied.
Desire felt a the touch of Destiny upon her sigil. Walking towards the gallery, Desire slipped the silver lighter back into her dress pocket and reached for the icon of a closed booklet that hung on the wall. She hated the interruption. Though there was no way she could see them, she sensed that Robert Burgess' waking dreams were of the power and the glory. And of death. "Of course," Desire grinned to herself, "Especially death."
But the call of the sigil was insistent. Desire knew she had to answer it.
"You called for me, older brother?" Desire asked aloud and the sigil faded into the hushed whispers of soul mates that never found one another. The empty frame where the sigil hung became a screen with the hooded form of the eldest among the Endless standing within. Face obscured within the brown robe and cowl which he always wore, Destiny peered through and gently spoke with carefully chosen words.
"Younger sister, I have read what is to happen and I have come to ask you if you are certain of this. Your actions here may bring much more changes than you shall ever anticipate. It may even take from you that which you have longest desired yourself."
Desire smiled, "You have called me to warn me of my own desires, Eldest brother? Do you notice the bitter-sweet irony of that."
"I am aware that your indecision is based on fear," Destiny replied with his voice holding neither gall nor guile.
"Of course," Desire snapped back, "You after all speak only of what you see written in the book chained to your right hand. And though you cast no shadow, you call upon me to cast upon me doubt."
"Doubt? I have not-"
"Don't tell me things that are under my own perview, Eldest brother. I am Desire. And I know what is best for me."
Destiny gave no response to Desire's almost emotional outburst. Instead, he slid his hand across the cover of the great grimoire in his hands and turned to a page which he found even in his blindness. He slid his finger down the length of the page to end near the center and spoke aloud, "The bonds of family bind both ways."
"Rubbish," Desire sneered, "Who would claim such an idiotic thing."
Destiny gave no reply. Instead, he bowed his head once again and allowed his sigil to reappear. Desire felt furious. She knew her brother was not one to call upon his siblings unless there was reason to. A seed of doubt penetrated Desire's gigantic Heart.
"The Magdalene Grimiore?" a bald-headed, slightly pot-bellied man with a hooked eagle-beaked nose came into the room with an urgency present in his eyes. Hathaway smiled and raised the wrapped parcel from his chest. Alex watched as his father broke into a fit of joyful exclamation. Rushing towards the visitor, Alex saw his father wrap his arms around the man and grin an almost sinister grin. "Yes!"
"Yes," Hathaway replied, "The Order now has what it needs to bring back Edmund."
"Come," Roderick called out to Hathaway and Alex as he made his way deeper into the shadowy confines of the house, "Quickly... You have come at a right time. Things are prepared. Perhaps one can say we sensed such a night was near."
"Destiny," Alex muttered absent-mindedly.
"Yes, it is Destiny my son. Now come, you shall take part in this!"
Desire sat down upon the red couch that faced the largest mirror in his chambers. He gently slid once more the silver-heart shaped lighter from his pocket and thumbed it as he found himself once again juggling the sense of worry that was on his mind. A part of him was tempted to call upon Despair, his twin sister, whom he trusted among all the siblings. He did not know what to tell her, however. For a moment, he found himself considering Destruction, but then he remembered that his brother had abandoned his place a long time ago. Even the gallery no longer contained his symbol.
"Warning me of my actions," Desired hissed aloud and reached deep into his pants pocket with his other hand. "Consequences, brother Destiny. All you see are the consequences of ones actions. But you forget, I am not one to care for such things." He slid the cigarette towards his perfect lips and flicked the silver lighter open with a single snap of his fingers. Watching the burning flame dance for a few seconds, Desire smiled his perfectly sinful smile and brought the flame towards the edge of the cigarette. "Twist and bend them as I require it. Of course. I am Desire. They are but Human being. They exist for the sole purpose of my directions," Desire shook his head at his own words, "If I thought otherwise..."
The cigarette gently fell onto the red couch, bouced off its brillant vermillion leathery finish, then rolled onto the ground without a sound. The blue smoke trailed upwards, dancing from an unfelt wind that twisted its path into strange symbols and shapes and arcane words.
The Threshold suddenly opened its massive eyes. Staring into the limbo that surrounded it, the gigantic statue that was Desire's realm felt something it had never felt before. And in an equally impossible act that none would ever bear witness to, the Threshold reached deep into the hole in its chest to feel for the presence of Desire deep within its hollow heart...
.. and find none.
Nothing but cold, empty, absence.
And the dying embers of a forgotten cigarette
left burning on the floor.
- end of issue 1 -
Ultimate Desire
by Tobie Abad
(visit Ultimate DC)
Nikki Alfar
Tobie Abad
Gabby Lee
Andre Mischa Cleofe
Cathy delos Santos
Inside the beating heart that was larger than any room that one could ever find in the world, Desire watched the events that unfolded in the land of man, woman and beasts. She was in her domain, the Threshold, which was a massive statue of herself with its arms outstretched and its chest open to reveal its beating heart. Holding a smaller silver heart-shaped between her thin white fingers, Desire found herself for the first moment in her existence suddenly uncertain for the briefest of moments of what she wanted to do. Through the eyes of a very young Burgess, Desire peered at the events that slowly unfolded. It was a curious moment. A event horizon of things that were to come.
"I have it," the man who stood before the young and tired Alex Burgess spoke excitedly, only to dampen the excitement the moment he realised it was the son and not the father whom answered the door. "Alex lad, where's your father?"
"He is-" Alex began but John Hathaway had no time for a child's uncertain answer. Shoving the child past him, the museum curator made his way into the house and scanned the room with his bespectacled eyes. Alex noticed that his father's guest held close to his chest something that was wrapped in a dark velvet cloth. Desire noticed that Alex felt the initial pangs of curiousity growing as he stared at the concealed parcel. Finding no sign of Roderick, Hathaway searched for the one who would most likely know where he was.
"Compton?"
"Here, sir?" a carefully delivered response came from the side. Turning to his right, Hathaway saw the butler that served Roderick Burgess step into view with a teapot, two cups and a biscuit on a tray that he carried. "Master Roderick is at his chambers. Would you like me to inform him that you have arrived?"
"By all means my good man," Hathaway muttered and Alex noticed him patting the wrapped parcel a few times before continuing, "Inform him that the matters regarding.. Edmund have come to a possible conclusion."
"Of course, sir," Compton replied.
Desire felt a the touch of Destiny upon her sigil. Walking towards the gallery, Desire slipped the silver lighter back into her dress pocket and reached for the icon of a closed booklet that hung on the wall. She hated the interruption. Though there was no way she could see them, she sensed that Robert Burgess' waking dreams were of the power and the glory. And of death. "Of course," Desire grinned to herself, "Especially death."
But the call of the sigil was insistent. Desire knew she had to answer it.
"You called for me, older brother?" Desire asked aloud and the sigil faded into the hushed whispers of soul mates that never found one another. The empty frame where the sigil hung became a screen with the hooded form of the eldest among the Endless standing within. Face obscured within the brown robe and cowl which he always wore, Destiny peered through and gently spoke with carefully chosen words.
"Younger sister, I have read what is to happen and I have come to ask you if you are certain of this. Your actions here may bring much more changes than you shall ever anticipate. It may even take from you that which you have longest desired yourself."
Desire smiled, "You have called me to warn me of my own desires, Eldest brother? Do you notice the bitter-sweet irony of that."
"I am aware that your indecision is based on fear," Destiny replied with his voice holding neither gall nor guile.
"Of course," Desire snapped back, "You after all speak only of what you see written in the book chained to your right hand. And though you cast no shadow, you call upon me to cast upon me doubt."
"Doubt? I have not-"
"Don't tell me things that are under my own perview, Eldest brother. I am Desire. And I know what is best for me."
Destiny gave no response to Desire's almost emotional outburst. Instead, he slid his hand across the cover of the great grimoire in his hands and turned to a page which he found even in his blindness. He slid his finger down the length of the page to end near the center and spoke aloud, "The bonds of family bind both ways."
"Rubbish," Desire sneered, "Who would claim such an idiotic thing."
Destiny gave no reply. Instead, he bowed his head once again and allowed his sigil to reappear. Desire felt furious. She knew her brother was not one to call upon his siblings unless there was reason to. A seed of doubt penetrated Desire's gigantic Heart.
"The Magdalene Grimiore?" a bald-headed, slightly pot-bellied man with a hooked eagle-beaked nose came into the room with an urgency present in his eyes. Hathaway smiled and raised the wrapped parcel from his chest. Alex watched as his father broke into a fit of joyful exclamation. Rushing towards the visitor, Alex saw his father wrap his arms around the man and grin an almost sinister grin. "Yes!"
"Yes," Hathaway replied, "The Order now has what it needs to bring back Edmund."
"Come," Roderick called out to Hathaway and Alex as he made his way deeper into the shadowy confines of the house, "Quickly... You have come at a right time. Things are prepared. Perhaps one can say we sensed such a night was near."
"Destiny," Alex muttered absent-mindedly.
"Yes, it is Destiny my son. Now come, you shall take part in this!"
Desire sat down upon the red couch that faced the largest mirror in his chambers. He gently slid once more the silver-heart shaped lighter from his pocket and thumbed it as he found himself once again juggling the sense of worry that was on his mind. A part of him was tempted to call upon Despair, his twin sister, whom he trusted among all the siblings. He did not know what to tell her, however. For a moment, he found himself considering Destruction, but then he remembered that his brother had abandoned his place a long time ago. Even the gallery no longer contained his symbol.
"Warning me of my actions," Desired hissed aloud and reached deep into his pants pocket with his other hand. "Consequences, brother Destiny. All you see are the consequences of ones actions. But you forget, I am not one to care for such things." He slid the cigarette towards his perfect lips and flicked the silver lighter open with a single snap of his fingers. Watching the burning flame dance for a few seconds, Desire smiled his perfectly sinful smile and brought the flame towards the edge of the cigarette. "Twist and bend them as I require it. Of course. I am Desire. They are but Human being. They exist for the sole purpose of my directions," Desire shook his head at his own words, "If I thought otherwise..."
The cigarette gently fell onto the red couch, bouced off its brillant vermillion leathery finish, then rolled onto the ground without a sound. The blue smoke trailed upwards, dancing from an unfelt wind that twisted its path into strange symbols and shapes and arcane words.
The Threshold suddenly opened its massive eyes. Staring into the limbo that surrounded it, the gigantic statue that was Desire's realm felt something it had never felt before. And in an equally impossible act that none would ever bear witness to, the Threshold reached deep into the hole in its chest to feel for the presence of Desire deep within its hollow heart...
.. and find none.
Nothing but cold, empty, absence.
And the dying embers of a forgotten cigarette
left burning on the floor.
- end of issue 1 -
Ultimate Desire
by Tobie Abad
(visit Ultimate DC)
Nikki Alfar
Tobie Abad
Gabby Lee
Andre Mischa Cleofe
Cathy delos Santos
Monday, October 24, 2005
KOMIKON 2005
Attended the recent KOMIKON 2005 with my Panda bear Isha. For a convention focused on comics, it was such a treat to see such a strong presence and large group of people there. Made me sad that I didn't prep anything of either Diliman, Nearly Forgotten or what have you to give away. Still, had loads of fun that day. Met and said hello to Elbert and Camy, Jac, Jonas, Jerald (patay! J pala! G ang sa pics!), Gerry Alanguilan and a bunch of other Komikeros, David Hontiveros, Carlo Vergara, Arnold and Cynthia Arre, Ner, Ben, Oliver, and a host of other people. Too bad John Boy, Ryan and Ebil Ay couldn't make it. Bumped into Erwin and Tina later in the day, which was really cool considering last I saw Erwin was nearly early this year pa!
Will be posting reviews of the indie comics we got that day. I didn't get much since I have to admit the more manga-inspired ones weren't really to my liking. Got Craving, a novellette by David Hontiveros (With a Carlo Vergara Cover), Blood Brothers by Gerry Alanguilan and Leinil Francis Yu, Jac Strips Again with more hijinxs by Jac Ting Lim, The Blurb! Gone Indie by Jonas Diego, Camy and Me by Elbert, Eiya and Luci by Anonymous?, Break Out Comics by Subway Productions, and finally 1 and 2 by Komikera. I also got my Panda Bear a copy of the incredible Mythology Class, but I don't think that would need any form of review from me, heh heh.
I wanted to also get the new stuff by Budjette and Ka-jo Baldesimo called Trese and another copy of Mythology Class for myself but I didn't have the funds for it. Maybe some other time.
DC HEROES: Runaways
Afterwards, we met up with Erwin and Tina at Katipunan. Erwin decided to join my game that evening, so after dropping off my Panda bear home (sniff sniff) we made our way back to Paranaque to play DC Heroes!
Recreating the fun and hysteria of Runaways using the DC Heroes system, the gang went wild when I revealed the game plot was leading up to the events of the O.M.A.C. project and the Infinite Crisis storyline currently being done by D.C. Comics! HAhahaha! Can't wait to see how they'd react to what happens next.
Attended the recent KOMIKON 2005 with my Panda bear Isha. For a convention focused on comics, it was such a treat to see such a strong presence and large group of people there. Made me sad that I didn't prep anything of either Diliman, Nearly Forgotten or what have you to give away. Still, had loads of fun that day. Met and said hello to Elbert and Camy, Jac, Jonas, Jerald (patay! J pala! G ang sa pics!), Gerry Alanguilan and a bunch of other Komikeros, David Hontiveros, Carlo Vergara, Arnold and Cynthia Arre, Ner, Ben, Oliver, and a host of other people. Too bad John Boy, Ryan and Ebil Ay couldn't make it. Bumped into Erwin and Tina later in the day, which was really cool considering last I saw Erwin was nearly early this year pa!
Will be posting reviews of the indie comics we got that day. I didn't get much since I have to admit the more manga-inspired ones weren't really to my liking. Got Craving, a novellette by David Hontiveros (With a Carlo Vergara Cover), Blood Brothers by Gerry Alanguilan and Leinil Francis Yu, Jac Strips Again with more hijinxs by Jac Ting Lim, The Blurb! Gone Indie by Jonas Diego, Camy and Me by Elbert, Eiya and Luci by Anonymous?, Break Out Comics by Subway Productions, and finally 1 and 2 by Komikera. I also got my Panda Bear a copy of the incredible Mythology Class, but I don't think that would need any form of review from me, heh heh.
I wanted to also get the new stuff by Budjette and Ka-jo Baldesimo called Trese and another copy of Mythology Class for myself but I didn't have the funds for it. Maybe some other time.
DC HEROES: Runaways
Afterwards, we met up with Erwin and Tina at Katipunan. Erwin decided to join my game that evening, so after dropping off my Panda bear home (sniff sniff) we made our way back to Paranaque to play DC Heroes!
Recreating the fun and hysteria of Runaways using the DC Heroes system, the gang went wild when I revealed the game plot was leading up to the events of the O.M.A.C. project and the Infinite Crisis storyline currently being done by D.C. Comics! HAhahaha! Can't wait to see how they'd react to what happens next.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
CAMERA FUN
Panda bear Isha and I were at Starbucks some nights ago when Isha decided to have some fun with the camera. We opted not to use the flash, which turned out to sadly be a huge mistake. Pardon the under-exposed look of most of the pictures!
That night, the Starbucks we visited was actually out of Eclairs (much to my Panda bear's disappointment) but I wasn't willing to just accept it at that. Talking to the staff, I lamented on how we were really looking for an eclair while tossing some happy Buddhas into the air. It worked! A delivery guy arrived that moment with the pastries for the next day, and the boss allowed her staff to sell us the yummy confection!
Yeeha! It pays to be determined... as well as a Salamangkero.
Haahahhah!!!
*Had to break pic to two parts since photobucket kept shrinking it.
Panda bear Isha and I were at Starbucks some nights ago when Isha decided to have some fun with the camera. We opted not to use the flash, which turned out to sadly be a huge mistake. Pardon the under-exposed look of most of the pictures!
That night, the Starbucks we visited was actually out of Eclairs (much to my Panda bear's disappointment) but I wasn't willing to just accept it at that. Talking to the staff, I lamented on how we were really looking for an eclair while tossing some happy Buddhas into the air. It worked! A delivery guy arrived that moment with the pastries for the next day, and the boss allowed her staff to sell us the yummy confection!
Yeeha! It pays to be determined... as well as a Salamangkero.
Haahahhah!!!
*Had to break pic to two parts since photobucket kept shrinking it.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
MIRRORMASK OST
I finally got myself a copy of the Mirrormask OST. With 30 songs (including the really disturbingly beautiful rendition of Close to You as shown in the exclusive trailer) Lain Ballamy, composes an interestingly thought-provoking collection of tunes, 80s inspired soundscapes and intriguing harmonic combinations that sound wrong yet when you listen to them, sing right. Jazz mixes with electronic tunes, starnge weird sounds and vocals into something beautifully frightening.
Currently, my personal favorites include Close to You, To the Rabbit Bank, Mrs. Bagwell's Rhumba, Dram Park/Meeting in a Dream and the other album's vocal track If I Apologised which is given vocals by vocalist Josephine Cronholm. Frustratingly, some areas sell the soundtrack with an exclusive autographed CD by the composer and Dave McKean!
God. This is good.
Buy it if you can!
I finally got myself a copy of the Mirrormask OST. With 30 songs (including the really disturbingly beautiful rendition of Close to You as shown in the exclusive trailer) Lain Ballamy, composes an interestingly thought-provoking collection of tunes, 80s inspired soundscapes and intriguing harmonic combinations that sound wrong yet when you listen to them, sing right. Jazz mixes with electronic tunes, starnge weird sounds and vocals into something beautifully frightening.
Currently, my personal favorites include Close to You, To the Rabbit Bank, Mrs. Bagwell's Rhumba, Dram Park/Meeting in a Dream and the other album's vocal track If I Apologised which is given vocals by vocalist Josephine Cronholm. Frustratingly, some areas sell the soundtrack with an exclusive autographed CD by the composer and Dave McKean! God. This is good.
Buy it if you can!
Volcano
Don't hold yourself like that
You'll hurt your knees
I kissed your mouth and back
That's all I need
Don't build your world around
Volcanoes melt you down
And what I am to you
Is not real
And what I am to you
You do not need
And what I am to you
Is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I ask for the sea
Don't throw yourself like that
In front of me
I kissed your mouth your back
Is that all you need
Don't drag my love around
Volcanoes melt me down
And what I am to you
Is not real
And what I am to you
You do not need
And what I am to you
Is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I ask...
What I give to you
Is just what I'm going through
This is nothing new
No, no, just another phase of finding
what I really need
Is what makes me bleed
Like a new disease
But lord she's still too young to treat
She's still too young/ Volcanoes melt you down
What I am to you/ Volcanoes melt you down/ She's still too young
Is not real/ Volcanoes melt you down/ She's still too young
What I am to you/ Volcanoes melt you down/ She's still too young
You do not need/ Volcanoes melt you down/ She's still too young
She's still too young/ Volcanoes melt you down/ She's still too young
You do not need me
-----
Such a beautiful song
and yet, so painful pala.
Grabe.
Damien Rice rules!
Don't hold yourself like that
You'll hurt your knees
I kissed your mouth and back
That's all I need
Don't build your world around
Volcanoes melt you down
And what I am to you
Is not real
And what I am to you
You do not need
And what I am to you
Is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I ask for the sea
Don't throw yourself like that
In front of me
I kissed your mouth your back
Is that all you need
Don't drag my love around
Volcanoes melt me down
And what I am to you
Is not real
And what I am to you
You do not need
And what I am to you
Is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I ask...
What I give to you
Is just what I'm going through
This is nothing new
No, no, just another phase of finding
what I really need
Is what makes me bleed
Like a new disease
But lord she's still too young to treat
She's still too young/ Volcanoes melt you down
What I am to you/ Volcanoes melt you down/ She's still too young
Is not real/ Volcanoes melt you down/ She's still too young
What I am to you/ Volcanoes melt you down/ She's still too young
You do not need/ Volcanoes melt you down/ She's still too young
She's still too young/ Volcanoes melt you down/ She's still too young
You do not need me
-----
Such a beautiful song
and yet, so painful pala.
Grabe.
Damien Rice rules!
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
MAAWA NA KAYO!
Yep, its practically 12:30 in the morning. Am spent. Am tired. I can't do more. Am going home. Good bye and good night. Let me rest.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
I HATE PLANNING...
Actually, no, I don't mind planning. What I really hate is planning for others and hearing complaints when the plan doesn't jive with what they want... when they could have just DONT IT THEMSELVES and spared me the grief of doing it for them and hearing the complaints afterwards.
A pity I cannot be more... specific considering this blog is after all not anonymous. Not to mention there is the off-chance that the persons in question actually find my blog (Well, what do you expect Tobie, you have the link to the blog as a fucking signature in your e-mails, eh?)
Time management, work management and schedulling are important cause they allow everyone to get to do what they want and still be able to work together. So please, kung puwede lang.
Plan your schedules and share them with me?
Don't ask me to do it, then complain.
I will have my time with my Panda bear. And with my Tropa. And with my family.
So please, don't look at me as if I messed up your schedules. If you actually MAPPED IT OUT instead of simply leaving me to wonder, I could have worked with them. If you actually kept in touch with me and informed me of your goals per day, I would have adjusted to them.
Actually, no, I don't mind planning. What I really hate is planning for others and hearing complaints when the plan doesn't jive with what they want... when they could have just DONT IT THEMSELVES and spared me the grief of doing it for them and hearing the complaints afterwards.
A pity I cannot be more... specific considering this blog is after all not anonymous. Not to mention there is the off-chance that the persons in question actually find my blog (Well, what do you expect Tobie, you have the link to the blog as a fucking signature in your e-mails, eh?)
Time management, work management and schedulling are important cause they allow everyone to get to do what they want and still be able to work together. So please, kung puwede lang.
Plan your schedules and share them with me?
Don't ask me to do it, then complain.
I will have my time with my Panda bear. And with my Tropa. And with my family.
So please, don't look at me as if I messed up your schedules. If you actually MAPPED IT OUT instead of simply leaving me to wonder, I could have worked with them. If you actually kept in touch with me and informed me of your goals per day, I would have adjusted to them.
Monday, October 17, 2005
FINALLY GOT A HAIRCUT
After weeks of wanting one, I asked my boss permission today and headed to Capelli's to get a haircut. The hairdressers tried to convince me to get my hair hot oiled, colored and even rebonded but I resisted. Financially, I wouldn't afford those extra services anyway. So on with the haircut. The hair dresser asked me if I had any cut in particular that I preferred. I admitted that I wasn't really that picky about it. I used to have my hair in a ponytail. Then there was a point in time I had a near-bald head. And of course I had my fashion faux pass in the past too. So I just asked her to do whatever she thought would suit me. Here's hoping it went well.
BLASTS FROM THE PAST!
While hanging out with my parents last weekend, I found a bunch of old photos on the headboard which my mother had dug up from old albums and boxes. I decided to share with you two of them. The first picture was taken way back when my brother and I took our confirmation vows. Gawd, check out how small I was!
The second one was taken in the poultry farm the family used to have. I have fond memories of the place; waking up at four a.m. to vaccinate the chicks by dropping this bluish dye into their eyes, the terrifying encounters with tukos, the aswang visits, the evil goats, the mahjong tiles used as lego add-ons and the nights lit by kerose lamps and kept musical by the chirping of crickets.
After weeks of wanting one, I asked my boss permission today and headed to Capelli's to get a haircut. The hairdressers tried to convince me to get my hair hot oiled, colored and even rebonded but I resisted. Financially, I wouldn't afford those extra services anyway. So on with the haircut. The hair dresser asked me if I had any cut in particular that I preferred. I admitted that I wasn't really that picky about it. I used to have my hair in a ponytail. Then there was a point in time I had a near-bald head. And of course I had my fashion faux pass in the past too. So I just asked her to do whatever she thought would suit me. Here's hoping it went well.
BLASTS FROM THE PAST!
While hanging out with my parents last weekend, I found a bunch of old photos on the headboard which my mother had dug up from old albums and boxes. I decided to share with you two of them. The first picture was taken way back when my brother and I took our confirmation vows. Gawd, check out how small I was!
The second one was taken in the poultry farm the family used to have. I have fond memories of the place; waking up at four a.m. to vaccinate the chicks by dropping this bluish dye into their eyes, the terrifying encounters with tukos, the aswang visits, the evil goats, the mahjong tiles used as lego add-ons and the nights lit by kerose lamps and kept musical by the chirping of crickets.
HAPPY
BIRTHDAY
SETH!
Just wanted to greet
one of my closest friends
a Happy Birthday.
It is his birthday
this 17th of October.
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Catching up on Events
Watched Corpse Bride with my Panda Bear and her friends.
Had loads of fun as we discussed the prospects of boys being pets (this was inspired by "the Shirt"), Me and my Kuya Bodjie semblance, the idea of ghosts in buildings, the weird parents-talking-about-the-birds-and-the-bees tales and more. Made a few new friends that night (gotta ask if I can add them to by blogroll soon!)
Another evening, had dinner with my Panda Bear at Katipunan.
This time, we ate at KFC for a simpler dinner. Started with a short tribute to John Boy who has been such a great friend and supportive buddy all these months. Then, made our way to Starbucks to discover they were out of Eclairs. So we simply headed back and made our way instead to Mag:net where it so happened Quark Henares was to have some film showing. Ate dessert there but realised we didn't have time to stay for the film showing. Bid farewell to Quark via text and made our way back to U.P. to hang out outside while talking about dogs and dreams and nightmares and the couple making out at the other shed just beside ours. The girl began to sing a really nice song too. But eventually the night was late and I had to head back, considering I had Seth's dinner with me.
Lastly, my sweet Panda Bear passed by my office to join me for dinner.
Having to do some work til late, Isha opted to drop by and join me for a quick dinner. We ate at the cafeteria... simple lang... and traded some stories while devouring the thankfully warm food, before having to bid farewell since I had work to get back to. Was very happy to see her though. Without her, I'd probably be far grumpier than I have been these past few days. My sweetie really makes me smile just by being there for me. Just by being with me.
Watched Corpse Bride with my Panda Bear and her friends.
Had loads of fun as we discussed the prospects of boys being pets (this was inspired by "the Shirt"), Me and my Kuya Bodjie semblance, the idea of ghosts in buildings, the weird parents-talking-about-the-birds-and-the-bees tales and more. Made a few new friends that night (gotta ask if I can add them to by blogroll soon!)
Another evening, had dinner with my Panda Bear at Katipunan.
This time, we ate at KFC for a simpler dinner. Started with a short tribute to John Boy who has been such a great friend and supportive buddy all these months. Then, made our way to Starbucks to discover they were out of Eclairs. So we simply headed back and made our way instead to Mag:net where it so happened Quark Henares was to have some film showing. Ate dessert there but realised we didn't have time to stay for the film showing. Bid farewell to Quark via text and made our way back to U.P. to hang out outside while talking about dogs and dreams and nightmares and the couple making out at the other shed just beside ours. The girl began to sing a really nice song too. But eventually the night was late and I had to head back, considering I had Seth's dinner with me.
Lastly, my sweet Panda Bear passed by my office to join me for dinner.
Having to do some work til late, Isha opted to drop by and join me for a quick dinner. We ate at the cafeteria... simple lang... and traded some stories while devouring the thankfully warm food, before having to bid farewell since I had work to get back to. Was very happy to see her though. Without her, I'd probably be far grumpier than I have been these past few days. My sweetie really makes me smile just by being there for me. Just by being with me.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Egad.
Yep. Very embarassing.
But hey, I love her enough to make a fool of myself.
Yeah, I do.
Check them out.
(notice: not for people phobic over pregnant men, humongous gums, weird hair clips and... hmm.. yeah, doggie style poses)
Yep. Very embarassing.
But hey, I love her enough to make a fool of myself.
Yeah, I do.
Check them out.
(notice: not for people phobic over pregnant men, humongous gums, weird hair clips and... hmm.. yeah, doggie style poses)
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Vignette:
Danny never liked sleeping alone.
After nineteen years of being raised in his father's house, Danny had started to get too accustomed to the sound of his father coughing and hacking at the wee hours of dawn. His father was a dragon, so to speak, exhuming smoke with the frequency of a medieval beast. Doldems of empty cigarette packs would gather at the odd corners of the house; Marlboro stonehenge's appearing on top of the telly or beneath the skin in the yellowing stained tiles of the bathroom.
And then, there was the smell. A tangy sour sticky thing that clung to everything; clothes, skin, hair, nothing was sacred or spared from the nictone-scented touch of his father's presence. Danny could even recall those funny anecdotes of his life when his classmates and teachers would wonder why a 4th grade nerd like himself smelled more like some beer-gruzzling trucker who loved smoking tabacco.
But now, 14 days into the cold long December nights, Danny was faced with the prospect of having to get accustomed to sleeping in his bed alone. His father passed away after a long coughing fit that ended with a bloody mess a year ago. And when that happened, Danny was still seeing his on-and-off-again girlfriend Belinda. The two of them were smuggling some make out time underneath the sheets - their cover story being another night to review this or that subject which neither of them were even taking - when Danny heard his father's usual wee hour fit of struggling to clear his throat and most possibly his lungs begin on the dot, two minutes into three o'clock in the morning.
Belinda tought it was funny then. "Making love in the cover of coughing," she teased, and Danny chuckled while busily servicing Belinda to another height of passion. But when it suddenly and abruptly stopped, only to end with the punctuated sound of some heavy thing hitting the floor with an uneven thud, Danny knew something was wrong.
She stayed for almost a year. With him. And it was something of an achievement considering her own parents never knew. She'd sneak out of the dorm at night, join him at his house and remind him of the happier times before his dad kicked the proverbial bucket. She'd entwine him in stories and half-veiled come ons, wrap him in warm bundles of passion and lay naked on top of him, running her hands on his tight, worn shoulders. She tried to help him move on, but something had changed for them. Maybe he felt guilty that his father died while he was giving the best performance of of his life between her thighs. Or perhaps he felt wrong for hating him all those years. But something had died in that house and it wasn't just Danny's father.
And so, for the first time, Danny was alone.
Restless, Danny tossed and turned. He craned his neck and stared at the bluish glow of his still humming computer (the poor thing left on to download all the pirated shit he could get his hands on). He could hear the dogs two blocks down barking at the moon. He could hear a television set still running, the thin strains of a local show mingling in the air. He could even hear his own breathing, clear and smooth, without a hint of nicotine slowing down each breath. He felt his body begin to relax, remembering how Belinda would knead away his frustrations with those magical hands of hers. How he wanted so much to make her understand that he still could not let go of his father, considering prior to his demise, all Danny could think of was the hundred and one ways he wanted to tell him off, scream at his face, lock him up in the house or throw him away to some home for the aged. And now that he was gone, all he could feel was the guilt of finally getting what he wanted all this time-
Danny heard a coughing sound.
He stared at the wall which separated his room from his father's. He peered at each shadow and felt the cold touch of goosebumps rising upon his skin.
Another cough.
Danny's eyes twiched to each flutter of motion that was caught in his rising panicked state. The blinking of an LED. The wave of a curtain due to the electric fan. The shadowy shapes outside his closed yet uncurtained windows.
He knew the sound. He knew it and he knew it was impossible to hear it again. But there it was. And strangely, even with his screaming fear and rapidly trembling heart, he realised that somehow the sound of it was comforting. Was comfortably familiar. And was what he needed.
"Good night dad," Danny muttered to the silence that followed, then buried his face into the sheets that still stank slightly of the nicotine that used to waft the air, "Be with you soon enough."
Nikki Alfar
Tobie Abad
Gabby Lee
Andre Mischa Cleofe
Cathy delos Santos
Dominant Personality: Understanding
Good Traits: You gravitate towards people,
and are a shoulder to lean on. You give advice
at any given time.
Bad Traits: You aren't close with any one
person. You immerse yourself in other people's
problems and forget your own.
People see you as: Friendly, secretive, and
popular. People envy you, and may try and use
you as a tool
You're most like: Grace. You both have
positive relationships with people. Neither of
you have close friends, but unlike graceful
people, you try to help people out and aren't
as arrogant.
You need more: Solitude. You hardly get the
chance to breathe when you take on the world's
problems. You can't take other's
responsibilities or put them before your own.
Be selfish once in a while and discover who you
really are.
What's your dominant trait? (10 unique results)
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Danny never liked sleeping alone.
After nineteen years of being raised in his father's house, Danny had started to get too accustomed to the sound of his father coughing and hacking at the wee hours of dawn. His father was a dragon, so to speak, exhuming smoke with the frequency of a medieval beast. Doldems of empty cigarette packs would gather at the odd corners of the house; Marlboro stonehenge's appearing on top of the telly or beneath the skin in the yellowing stained tiles of the bathroom.
And then, there was the smell. A tangy sour sticky thing that clung to everything; clothes, skin, hair, nothing was sacred or spared from the nictone-scented touch of his father's presence. Danny could even recall those funny anecdotes of his life when his classmates and teachers would wonder why a 4th grade nerd like himself smelled more like some beer-gruzzling trucker who loved smoking tabacco.
But now, 14 days into the cold long December nights, Danny was faced with the prospect of having to get accustomed to sleeping in his bed alone. His father passed away after a long coughing fit that ended with a bloody mess a year ago. And when that happened, Danny was still seeing his on-and-off-again girlfriend Belinda. The two of them were smuggling some make out time underneath the sheets - their cover story being another night to review this or that subject which neither of them were even taking - when Danny heard his father's usual wee hour fit of struggling to clear his throat and most possibly his lungs begin on the dot, two minutes into three o'clock in the morning.
Belinda tought it was funny then. "Making love in the cover of coughing," she teased, and Danny chuckled while busily servicing Belinda to another height of passion. But when it suddenly and abruptly stopped, only to end with the punctuated sound of some heavy thing hitting the floor with an uneven thud, Danny knew something was wrong.
She stayed for almost a year. With him. And it was something of an achievement considering her own parents never knew. She'd sneak out of the dorm at night, join him at his house and remind him of the happier times before his dad kicked the proverbial bucket. She'd entwine him in stories and half-veiled come ons, wrap him in warm bundles of passion and lay naked on top of him, running her hands on his tight, worn shoulders. She tried to help him move on, but something had changed for them. Maybe he felt guilty that his father died while he was giving the best performance of of his life between her thighs. Or perhaps he felt wrong for hating him all those years. But something had died in that house and it wasn't just Danny's father.
And so, for the first time, Danny was alone.
Restless, Danny tossed and turned. He craned his neck and stared at the bluish glow of his still humming computer (the poor thing left on to download all the pirated shit he could get his hands on). He could hear the dogs two blocks down barking at the moon. He could hear a television set still running, the thin strains of a local show mingling in the air. He could even hear his own breathing, clear and smooth, without a hint of nicotine slowing down each breath. He felt his body begin to relax, remembering how Belinda would knead away his frustrations with those magical hands of hers. How he wanted so much to make her understand that he still could not let go of his father, considering prior to his demise, all Danny could think of was the hundred and one ways he wanted to tell him off, scream at his face, lock him up in the house or throw him away to some home for the aged. And now that he was gone, all he could feel was the guilt of finally getting what he wanted all this time-
Danny heard a coughing sound.
He stared at the wall which separated his room from his father's. He peered at each shadow and felt the cold touch of goosebumps rising upon his skin.
Another cough.
Danny's eyes twiched to each flutter of motion that was caught in his rising panicked state. The blinking of an LED. The wave of a curtain due to the electric fan. The shadowy shapes outside his closed yet uncurtained windows.
He knew the sound. He knew it and he knew it was impossible to hear it again. But there it was. And strangely, even with his screaming fear and rapidly trembling heart, he realised that somehow the sound of it was comforting. Was comfortably familiar. And was what he needed.
"Good night dad," Danny muttered to the silence that followed, then buried his face into the sheets that still stank slightly of the nicotine that used to waft the air, "Be with you soon enough."
Nikki Alfar
Tobie Abad
Gabby Lee
Andre Mischa Cleofe
Cathy delos Santos
Dominant Personality: Understanding
Good Traits: You gravitate towards people,
and are a shoulder to lean on. You give advice
at any given time.
Bad Traits: You aren't close with any one
person. You immerse yourself in other people's
problems and forget your own.
People see you as: Friendly, secretive, and
popular. People envy you, and may try and use
you as a tool
You're most like: Grace. You both have
positive relationships with people. Neither of
you have close friends, but unlike graceful
people, you try to help people out and aren't
as arrogant.
You need more: Solitude. You hardly get the
chance to breathe when you take on the world's
problems. You can't take other's
responsibilities or put them before your own.
Be selfish once in a while and discover who you
really are.
What's your dominant trait? (10 unique results)
brought to you by Quizilla
Monday, October 10, 2005
IPAKITA SA MUNDO KUNG ANO ANG KAYA MO...
Grabe. Nakakahiya.
Listen and see what this sounds like. And here I was already getting proud of the catchy song thinking "Okay ha... Very appealing and catchy local tune!"
Argh.
Grabe. Nakakahiya.
Listen and see what this sounds like. And here I was already getting proud of the catchy song thinking "Okay ha... Very appealing and catchy local tune!"
Argh.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
UPDATES:Had lunch with Vonjobi last week.
Wanted to catch up on what he's been up to. I first met Vonjobi when I did a small job thing for my Mom called the "Mystery Caller". He was part of the project and helped me get around Metro Manila to visit all the branches where the Mystery Caller was supposed to appear. As to what exactly that meant, I'd leave it for some other day to talk about. Vonjobi has had a very interesting journey though life and I tell you I do hope he writes it as a book one day.
Got myself two DVD movies and a PS2 game today.
Sadly, none of them work. Batman Begins I got was a really bad pirated one, so am returning it asap. The Charlie and the Chocolate Factory DVD seems to be of the wrong region, appearing as some weird black and white movie. Lastly, the copy of Fahrenheit I got doesn't run. Frighteningly I suspect they gave me a scratched disk and plan to claim i scratched it. Bugger them.
Been addicted to Neopets really bad.
Trying to solve this desert quest with hidden pieces of some strange parchment spread out in various parts of the Neopets world. Gosh its tough. The maze of the Temple of 1,000 Tombs can get really confusing until you map it out nicely. And more fun is the fact no two tombs are alike, so you really have to take the time to map it out. It's really addictively fun. Do check it out!
CORPSE BRIDE was so sweet... but too short!
Watched the new Tim Burton flick with Panda Bear Isha and her friends. (Will post the pictures to that soon!) Corpse Bride did raise the bar when it came to facial expressions and little details for stop-motion animation. The songs were a tad strange however. I dunno, maybe it was hard to appreciate them considering how lively the choreogrophy was and how hard it was to understand some of the lines. The narrative was well done, however, and the ending did not feel forced at all. We were wondering, however, if the themes of necrophilia and killing-your-married-partner-to-be-with-your-true-love are messages we really wanted our children to learn. Ultimately, the movie was a really great watch! Only... too short.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
THE MANY FACES OF APPLE CRUMBLE
Panda Isha loves Apple Crumble from Cafe Oz. She loveses it. Its her precious! So do not make the mistake of trying to eat more than your share of it! Seriously though, Isha and I had lunch at Chocolate Kiss and had a quick desert trip at Cafe Oz. (Actually some of the pictures here were from Chocolate Kiss, but I can't recall what I ate then. Hard to recall such details when staring at Isha. Gah! Getting mushy again!)
It was really hilarious when the people sitting next to us started to yak about Batibot, Pong Pagong and Kuya Bodjie. When one of them asked the other, "Why are we suddenly talking about this?" the other mentioned, "I dunno.. I just suddenly remembered him." Gah! Strike that as two votes na kamukha ko siya. Still, Dave has a huge lead over Kuya Bodjie.
Panda Isha loves Apple Crumble from Cafe Oz. She loveses it. Its her precious! So do not make the mistake of trying to eat more than your share of it! Seriously though, Isha and I had lunch at Chocolate Kiss and had a quick desert trip at Cafe Oz. (Actually some of the pictures here were from Chocolate Kiss, but I can't recall what I ate then. Hard to recall such details when staring at Isha. Gah! Getting mushy again!)
It was really hilarious when the people sitting next to us started to yak about Batibot, Pong Pagong and Kuya Bodjie. When one of them asked the other, "Why are we suddenly talking about this?" the other mentioned, "I dunno.. I just suddenly remembered him." Gah! Strike that as two votes na kamukha ko siya. Still, Dave has a huge lead over Kuya Bodjie.
UNDERCOVER REPORT: The Unthinkable has indeed occurred
Going undercover, Panda Isha and myself attempted to discern the truth regarding rumors that grumpy bear Seth has finally begun to smile! And lo and behold, we discovered it was true! What you will see here are exclusive photos showing Seth actually SMILING. Yes, my friends. It is indeed the time of the Apocalypse. The end is nigh! All hail Elaine who has broken the eternally moody Seth into a smiling happy man.
Going undercover, Panda Isha and myself attempted to discern the truth regarding rumors that grumpy bear Seth has finally begun to smile! And lo and behold, we discovered it was true! What you will see here are exclusive photos showing Seth actually SMILING. Yes, my friends. It is indeed the time of the Apocalypse. The end is nigh! All hail Elaine who has broken the eternally moody Seth into a smiling happy man.
Warning: The following pictures are not suitable for children under 80 years of age!
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
TAGGED BY ISHA
Age: 28 years old
Band Listening To Right Now: Sugarfree, Damien Rice and Nobuo Uematsu
Career: Underpaid overworked Art Director/Graphic Artist of ABS-CBN Global Limited
Drink or Smoke: Drink on occasion. Stopped smoking already.
Easiest Friends To Talk To: John Boy and Isami
Favorite Song/s at the moment: Tulog Na, the Blower's Daughter and Cannonball(for my Panda bear Isha) and Tatakau Monotachi (Piano Version) for its sheer musical genius
Gummy Bears or Gummy Worms: Hmm tough one. I love the sourness of Gummy Worms. But I love the head-snapping fun of Gummy Bears.
Have a Girlfriend: Err.. Ask Panda Bear Isha.
In love: Absolutely.
Junk Food You Like: Currently, the first place prize goes to Reese Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups, followed closely by Summit's flavored carbonated water.
Kids: None... that I know of.
Longest Ride Ever: That ride from our former fishpen in Laguna Bay to the house in Paranaque when I was a kid. I needed to take a dump and wouldn't do it anywhere but in the toilet back at home.
My Favorite Sports: Currently Badminton and Swimming, although I think I'd love to try wall-climbing if not skydiving with a parachute.
Names For Your Future Kids: I'll let my wife choose but the first boy has to be Antonio _______ Abad IV. Probably a toss up between Antonio Ezekiel or Antonio Mercurio.
One Wish You Have Now: For Humanity to realise that no one is going to make the world a better place unless we do it ourselves.
Phobias: Dogs. Taking a bath with my eyes closed. The sea at night.
Favorite Quote: It used to be "Why should my opinion matter?" but now it seems to have become inappropriate for me as of the late.
Reasons To Smile: My Panda bear Isha, My family, My friends, Life, Food, Relative Peace in the Country, there's so much to list actually but most people fail to notice it.
Sleeping Hours: What's that?
Time You Woke Up: Hmm... depends. Lately, around late morning.
Unknown Fact About You: I'm not the bastard my enemies rumor me to be. And I am a martyr at heart so please, don't abuse my kindness for your own personal preferrences.
Vegetable You Hate: Luya
Worst Habit: Moments of low-self esteem and envy towards others more gifted.
X-rays You've Had: Chest... lots of chest x-rays last year.
Yummy Foods: Tocino at Kare-Kare ni Aling Auring, Turbo Manok at Champorado ni Yaya Bebie, Crispy Pata ni Ramil, Mango Layer cake (tama ba?) ni Marianne, Dinuguan ng Mommy ni Joey
Zodiac Sign: Taurus, hence my stubborn-ness and my... well... bull-skills in certain other fields.
Age: 28 years old
Band Listening To Right Now: Sugarfree, Damien Rice and Nobuo Uematsu
Career: Underpaid overworked Art Director/Graphic Artist of ABS-CBN Global Limited
Drink or Smoke: Drink on occasion. Stopped smoking already.
Easiest Friends To Talk To: John Boy and Isami
Favorite Song/s at the moment: Tulog Na, the Blower's Daughter and Cannonball(for my Panda bear Isha) and Tatakau Monotachi (Piano Version) for its sheer musical genius
Gummy Bears or Gummy Worms: Hmm tough one. I love the sourness of Gummy Worms. But I love the head-snapping fun of Gummy Bears.
Have a Girlfriend: Err.. Ask Panda Bear Isha.
In love: Absolutely.
Junk Food You Like: Currently, the first place prize goes to Reese Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups, followed closely by Summit's flavored carbonated water.
Kids: None... that I know of.
Longest Ride Ever: That ride from our former fishpen in Laguna Bay to the house in Paranaque when I was a kid. I needed to take a dump and wouldn't do it anywhere but in the toilet back at home.
My Favorite Sports: Currently Badminton and Swimming, although I think I'd love to try wall-climbing if not skydiving with a parachute.
Names For Your Future Kids: I'll let my wife choose but the first boy has to be Antonio _______ Abad IV. Probably a toss up between Antonio Ezekiel or Antonio Mercurio.
One Wish You Have Now: For Humanity to realise that no one is going to make the world a better place unless we do it ourselves.
Phobias: Dogs. Taking a bath with my eyes closed. The sea at night.
Favorite Quote: It used to be "Why should my opinion matter?" but now it seems to have become inappropriate for me as of the late.
Reasons To Smile: My Panda bear Isha, My family, My friends, Life, Food, Relative Peace in the Country, there's so much to list actually but most people fail to notice it.
Sleeping Hours: What's that?
Time You Woke Up: Hmm... depends. Lately, around late morning.
Unknown Fact About You: I'm not the bastard my enemies rumor me to be. And I am a martyr at heart so please, don't abuse my kindness for your own personal preferrences.
Vegetable You Hate: Luya
Worst Habit: Moments of low-self esteem and envy towards others more gifted.
X-rays You've Had: Chest... lots of chest x-rays last year.
Yummy Foods: Tocino at Kare-Kare ni Aling Auring, Turbo Manok at Champorado ni Yaya Bebie, Crispy Pata ni Ramil, Mango Layer cake (tama ba?) ni Marianne, Dinuguan ng Mommy ni Joey
Zodiac Sign: Taurus, hence my stubborn-ness and my... well... bull-skills in certain other fields.
There you go... let me tag Vonjobi and Ken2ts to fill this up too!
THAT TIME OF THE YEAR AGAIN
Here's hoping I actually get to write better this time. I'm joining this year's NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) event and I'm hoping this time I actually finish it. Last year's attempt didn't pan out as good ("To Covet" never got past the halfway mark).
When can I sign up?
October 1, 2005
When is the cut-off date for sign-ups?
November 25, 2005 (hope springs eternal).
When do I start writing?
At 12:00:01 am local time on November 1.
How do you win? Are there judges? What are the prizes?
The way to win NaNoWriMo is by writing 50,000 words by midnight on November 30. Every year, there are many, many winners. There are no "Best Novel" or "Quickest-Written Novel" awards given out. All winners will get an official "Winner" web icon and certificate.
As to what I plan to write about, I have no idea. I guess come the 1st of November something will come to mind. Here's hoping Isha, Evil Eye, Aldwin, Wanggo, Shiro and Wingedsoul Angel join the fun too!
Here's hoping I actually get to write better this time. I'm joining this year's NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) event and I'm hoping this time I actually finish it. Last year's attempt didn't pan out as good ("To Covet" never got past the halfway mark).
When can I sign up?
October 1, 2005
When is the cut-off date for sign-ups?
November 25, 2005 (hope springs eternal).
When do I start writing?
At 12:00:01 am local time on November 1.
How do you win? Are there judges? What are the prizes?
The way to win NaNoWriMo is by writing 50,000 words by midnight on November 30. Every year, there are many, many winners. There are no "Best Novel" or "Quickest-Written Novel" awards given out. All winners will get an official "Winner" web icon and certificate.
As to what I plan to write about, I have no idea. I guess come the 1st of November something will come to mind. Here's hoping Isha, Evil Eye, Aldwin, Wanggo, Shiro and Wingedsoul Angel join the fun too!
So much...Yeah. Absolutely.
Hope you have a wonderful day, Panda bear Isha. May the nice buddhas dance around you and keep you smiling.
Catch you again soon, love.
(BTW, this picture really shows why I am in a desperate need for a better haircut eh?)
Also, the Garapata is scribed!
Check out Evil Eye's take on the Garapata's story. Thanks for the story, dude!
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
QUICK RANTS
Still no sign of Mirrormask being shown here sadly. Although I heard it already has been shown in some cinemas in the United States. I do hope they bring the movie here.
Still no sign of Mirrormask being shown here sadly. Although I heard it already has been shown in some cinemas in the United States. I do hope they bring the movie here.
Hermione Granger is really starting to become a hottie. No, I refuse to see her as anyone but Hermione Granger. Her sassiness, her dedication to her books, and her tendancy to look great in jeans are all due to Hermione. I have no idea what she is like outside the movies, so I'll stick to that. :-)
Ricky Martin has a new look that actually does make him look straight on the first glance. His new single, I don't care, sadly isn't as good as I hoped it would be. So no, Ricky Martin, you still suck.
Lastly, Superman by Morrison and Frank Quitely. Egad. I am totally wishing I could buy this. Hope it comes out as a trade paperback.
Soon to come...
More pictures of me and my Panda. Some pictures of the recent signs of Gehenna (Me, Panda, Seth and Elaine!) and news on Diliman 14!
Vignette: COCYTHUS
Smoke was thicker than sin in this place
Her white wings were stained into a dull ash gray. Her soft nimble fingers were raw and bleeding. Her dainty toes and smooth feet were now raggedly scarred with bleeding lines of cuts and sliced flesh. And her eyes; they have lost the long coveted innocence that they bore.
She was an angel, and among her kind she was one of the weaker ones. Barely a wisp of light compared to Afriel who was the protector of children and young animals. Or to Ardousius who helped midwives during the acts of childbirth. Even Bath Kol who preached thruthful communication in prophecy, Ecanus who inspired writers and allowed the flow of inner expression or Liwet who presided over inventions glew a hue of sunlight more potent than hers. She even found it ironic that the twins Hariel and Hayyel, who watched over the domesticated and the wild animals respectedly, were a dazzling brillance of shimmer compared to her faint and feeble light.
"You shouldn't have come," his voice hissed from the mist, and she turned towards the direction of it half-expecting to see the apocalyptic visage of the first among the fallen to be already standing behind her. Instead, she saw the two points of amber light that stared at her shocked face from the rolling fog. "You're place is not here. Not along the river where pain and forgetfulness are kinsmen."
She wanted to speak, but instead shook her head a gentle no.
He laughed, voice hopping like a hyena calling for its pack, then emerged from the smoke as a shadowed figure of a man that crumbled into ashes as the winds tore into its collapsing shape. Voicelessly gasping, she drew her now ashen wings around her to protect herself. She acted just in time.
The ashes surged into a flash flood of dark swirling dust and slammed into her feathered wings with the force of a hurricane. The impact buffeted her off the ground and into the somber and indifferent sky. She fought back against the vertigo, spread her wings and tried to balance herself in the air. But he was not done with her.
"Is this what you want? To be here in my kingdom. My prison?" he screamed as he became present in her senses once again. This time, he was a horrible rolling storm cloud that breathed lightning that arced with firey tongues. The shifting cloud bore upon the angel and enclosed her in its swirling arms. "You are now mine, pretty angel. Your wings are burning. Your skin is flawed. Your eyes no longer innocent and your tongue has tasted the tang of envy, jealously, anger and fear. You are mine, to do as I wish, to play with as I desire."
She bit her lips closed as he ripped her wings into shreds of burning feathers. She wrapped her hands over her face even as he seared her breasts into smoldering things that clung heavy and dark upon her body. And she fell, plunged into the murky depths of Cocythus, and rose from its inky void with tears rolling from her eyes for now unremembered reasons.
"So it ends, Angel," the cloud spat and erupted open to reveal a shimmering and beautiful man whose eyes beguiled those who witnessed their depths. He grinned his perfect smile and offered her an outstetched hand.
"Amen," she replied and the clouds suddenly tore away to reveal the brillance of sunlight and moonglow. The first of the fallen screamed as he leaped backwards, averting his eyes from the novus face of the Almightly and crouched against the nearest shadow he could find.
And she rose, back towards Heaven, with her wings reforming and her body washing away all wounds and pain. A bitter and painful reminder to Lucifer that the Lord forgives any who asks for forgiveness. Lucifer screamed once again as the light began to fade, tears upon his eyes as he felt the urge to call after them both. He felt the urge to leave this place. To no longer be the ruler of a pitiful and darkened kingdom. But then he stared at his reflection upon the dancing waters of the river and realised that he had come far too far to lose everything now.
"Til your next visit her, Angel. Next time," he hissed as his body coiled into itself, concentric patterns of scales adorning his flesh, "I'll remember to tear your innocent voice away before everything else."
Nikki Alfar
Tobie Abad
Gabby Lee
Andre Mischa Cleofe
Cathy delos Santos
Smoke was thicker than sin in this place
Her white wings were stained into a dull ash gray. Her soft nimble fingers were raw and bleeding. Her dainty toes and smooth feet were now raggedly scarred with bleeding lines of cuts and sliced flesh. And her eyes; they have lost the long coveted innocence that they bore.
She was an angel, and among her kind she was one of the weaker ones. Barely a wisp of light compared to Afriel who was the protector of children and young animals. Or to Ardousius who helped midwives during the acts of childbirth. Even Bath Kol who preached thruthful communication in prophecy, Ecanus who inspired writers and allowed the flow of inner expression or Liwet who presided over inventions glew a hue of sunlight more potent than hers. She even found it ironic that the twins Hariel and Hayyel, who watched over the domesticated and the wild animals respectedly, were a dazzling brillance of shimmer compared to her faint and feeble light.
"You shouldn't have come," his voice hissed from the mist, and she turned towards the direction of it half-expecting to see the apocalyptic visage of the first among the fallen to be already standing behind her. Instead, she saw the two points of amber light that stared at her shocked face from the rolling fog. "You're place is not here. Not along the river where pain and forgetfulness are kinsmen."
She wanted to speak, but instead shook her head a gentle no.
He laughed, voice hopping like a hyena calling for its pack, then emerged from the smoke as a shadowed figure of a man that crumbled into ashes as the winds tore into its collapsing shape. Voicelessly gasping, she drew her now ashen wings around her to protect herself. She acted just in time.
The ashes surged into a flash flood of dark swirling dust and slammed into her feathered wings with the force of a hurricane. The impact buffeted her off the ground and into the somber and indifferent sky. She fought back against the vertigo, spread her wings and tried to balance herself in the air. But he was not done with her.
"Is this what you want? To be here in my kingdom. My prison?" he screamed as he became present in her senses once again. This time, he was a horrible rolling storm cloud that breathed lightning that arced with firey tongues. The shifting cloud bore upon the angel and enclosed her in its swirling arms. "You are now mine, pretty angel. Your wings are burning. Your skin is flawed. Your eyes no longer innocent and your tongue has tasted the tang of envy, jealously, anger and fear. You are mine, to do as I wish, to play with as I desire."
She bit her lips closed as he ripped her wings into shreds of burning feathers. She wrapped her hands over her face even as he seared her breasts into smoldering things that clung heavy and dark upon her body. And she fell, plunged into the murky depths of Cocythus, and rose from its inky void with tears rolling from her eyes for now unremembered reasons.
"So it ends, Angel," the cloud spat and erupted open to reveal a shimmering and beautiful man whose eyes beguiled those who witnessed their depths. He grinned his perfect smile and offered her an outstetched hand.
"Amen," she replied and the clouds suddenly tore away to reveal the brillance of sunlight and moonglow. The first of the fallen screamed as he leaped backwards, averting his eyes from the novus face of the Almightly and crouched against the nearest shadow he could find.
And she rose, back towards Heaven, with her wings reforming and her body washing away all wounds and pain. A bitter and painful reminder to Lucifer that the Lord forgives any who asks for forgiveness. Lucifer screamed once again as the light began to fade, tears upon his eyes as he felt the urge to call after them both. He felt the urge to leave this place. To no longer be the ruler of a pitiful and darkened kingdom. But then he stared at his reflection upon the dancing waters of the river and realised that he had come far too far to lose everything now.
"Til your next visit her, Angel. Next time," he hissed as his body coiled into itself, concentric patterns of scales adorning his flesh, "I'll remember to tear your innocent voice away before everything else."
Nikki Alfar
Tobie Abad
Gabby Lee
Andre Mischa Cleofe
Cathy delos Santos
Saturday, October 01, 2005
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