Still here at Fandom Cafe at Cubao, thankful that Pao has allowed me to borrow some internet time in order to get work in order. Sietch Creare continues to slowly evolve and grow into the home it is meant to become. I've finally successfully transplanted all my DVDs and comics here from my parents' house in Paranaque, and soon to follow are the roleplaying game books, clothes, and other personal stuff. Hit SM Supermarket earlier with Rocky to grab some supplies for the coming days and discovered over lunch that Terminator Salvation was already showing.
The movie, despite the large amount of negative buzz in media, is spectacular.
The voice Christian Bale uses in the film is not as difficult to understand as he was in Batman Begins or its sequel. The action sequences are wonderfully chaotic and engaging. Even the reveal regarding Marcus (which has been spoiled countless times in pictures, trailers and even articles about the film) was nicely done and had the necessary impact appropriate to the film. While some portions of the film were debatably predictable, the fact the director directly made homages to the previous films, just as Danny Elfman gave nice touches of the first and second film's scores to this one, makes this movie really enjoyable to watch. And let's not forget the surprise appearances of people I love to see in films, as well as the man who made Terminator... Terminator. Whenever I ponder on how these people could give this movie such negative reviews, I close my eyes and realize these are the same people who think the recent Wolverine film was well done. The incredible number of loop holes, plot inconsistencies, logical failures and pathetic effects of that X-Men film astound me.... and the only thing that astounds me more is how it is seen as such a great work by the media in general.
Going back to the present, however, editing continues even if I'm juggling time for making my new home even more organized. While work cannot be compromised in any way, sadly I've had to miss some recent special occasions (Grace, sorry I missed your 20th Anniversary! Joey, sorry I missed your birthday!) in order to fulfill my responsibilities.
Still, I would like to extend my thanks to Pao for the constant assistance in making the move easier, to Emman and Apple for their tremendously generous gifts, to my parents for their help and willingness to let me take some of the stuff I've grown sentimental towards, to Jon for our very first cookbook, and last of all to Rocky to is making this transition move smoother and more organized. Major thanks extend to everyone else for the constant words of support, advice and excitement!
Here's to having the housewarming parties soon!
We can't wait to invite you to our new haven.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Updates on SC and why you should see Terminator Salvation!
Still here at Fandom Cafe at Cubao, thankful that Pao has allowed me to borrow some internet time in order to get work in order. Sietch Creare continues to slowly evolve and grow into the home it is meant to become. I've finally successfully transplanted all my DVDs and comics here from my parents' house in Paranaque, and soon to follow are the roleplaying game books, clothes, and other personal stuff. Hit SM Supermarket earlier with Rocky to grab some supplies for the coming days and discovered over lunch that Terminator Salvation was already showing.
The movie, despite the large amount of negative buzz in media, is spectacular.
The voice Christian Bale uses in the film is not as difficult to understand as he was in Batman Begins or its sequel. The action sequences are wonderfully chaotic and engaging. Even the reveal regarding Marcus (which has been spoiled countless times in pictures, trailers and even articles about the film) was nicely done and had the necessary impact appropriate to the film. While some portions of the film were debatably predictable, the fact the director directly made homages to the previous films, just as Danny Elfman gave nice touches of the first and second film's scores to this one, makes this movie really enjoyable to watch. And let's not forget the surprise appearances of people I love to see in films, as well as the man who made Terminator... Terminator. Whenever I ponder on how these people could give this movie such negative reviews, I close my eyes and realize these are the same people who think the recent Wolverine film was well done. The incredible number of loop holes, plot inconsistencies, logical failures and pathetic effects of that X-Men film astound me.... and the only thing that astounds me more is how it is seen as such a great work by the media in general.
Going back to the present, however, editing continues even if I'm juggling time for making my new home even more organized. While work cannot be compromised in any way, sadly I've had to miss some recent special occasions (Grace, sorry I missed your 20th Anniversary! Joey, sorry I missed your birthday!) in order to fulfill my responsibilities.
Still, I would like to extend my thanks to Pao for the constant assistance in making the move easier, to Emman and Apple for their tremendously generous gifts, to my parents for their help and willingness to let me take some of the stuff I've grown sentimental towards, to Jon for our very first cookbook, and last of all to Rocky to is making this transition move smoother and more organized. Major thanks extend to everyone else for the constant words of support, advice and excitement!
Here's to having the housewarming parties soon!
We can't wait to invite you to our new haven.
The movie, despite the large amount of negative buzz in media, is spectacular.
The voice Christian Bale uses in the film is not as difficult to understand as he was in Batman Begins or its sequel. The action sequences are wonderfully chaotic and engaging. Even the reveal regarding Marcus (which has been spoiled countless times in pictures, trailers and even articles about the film) was nicely done and had the necessary impact appropriate to the film. While some portions of the film were debatably predictable, the fact the director directly made homages to the previous films, just as Danny Elfman gave nice touches of the first and second film's scores to this one, makes this movie really enjoyable to watch. And let's not forget the surprise appearances of people I love to see in films, as well as the man who made Terminator... Terminator. Whenever I ponder on how these people could give this movie such negative reviews, I close my eyes and realize these are the same people who think the recent Wolverine film was well done. The incredible number of loop holes, plot inconsistencies, logical failures and pathetic effects of that X-Men film astound me.... and the only thing that astounds me more is how it is seen as such a great work by the media in general.
Going back to the present, however, editing continues even if I'm juggling time for making my new home even more organized. While work cannot be compromised in any way, sadly I've had to miss some recent special occasions (Grace, sorry I missed your 20th Anniversary! Joey, sorry I missed your birthday!) in order to fulfill my responsibilities.
Still, I would like to extend my thanks to Pao for the constant assistance in making the move easier, to Emman and Apple for their tremendously generous gifts, to my parents for their help and willingness to let me take some of the stuff I've grown sentimental towards, to Jon for our very first cookbook, and last of all to Rocky to is making this transition move smoother and more organized. Major thanks extend to everyone else for the constant words of support, advice and excitement!
Here's to having the housewarming parties soon!
We can't wait to invite you to our new haven.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
First moring at Sietch Creare!
The sun rises to greet me and Rocky for the first time in our new safe sanctuary to be creative. Cheers!
Moving update: Sietch Creare!
Been going through the process of moving my personal stuff to the new condo at Cubao and so far things are going very well. Barring some issues regarding what mattress I could bring, to breaking a mirror (no, I don't believe it will bring any bad luck) within the first day, the move has been quite fun and exciting. On the far wall, my comic boxes now proudly stand in display with Rocky's other comics, toys and game stuff. Soon, that side too will be housing my roleplaying game books and perhaps a pig or two. Facing that wall, a newly purchased television is soon to be in place, with a hexagon glass table between then filled with various CCGs a guest can opt to try playing. Near the kitchen corner, the desk top computer has been set up to maximize the space, and from there the mini hallway leads to the bathroom, bed room and what most likely will become a walk in closet. While the plan of having two bedrooms was considered, many more logical reasons (such as ventilation needs) clearly pointed at having a single bedroom instead.
Morning soon came and neither Rocky nor I could get any sleep. Transforming the empty condo into a home was just too exciting. The morning sun rose to bathe the whole place in warm golden light, which is fantastic save for the fact there are times Rocky and I both find sleep time hitting the day time.
But yeah, the new home is starting to feel like home. Like a safe sanctuary, which is the meaning of part of its name, "sietch" which Rocky wants to call it. In many ways, the place too is a place of freedom and creativity. A place to be ourselves and to enjoy the things we love, be it geek stuff, nerdy moments or whatever else makes our brains, hearts, and souls alive.
Sietch Creare.
The safe sanctuary to create.
The move continues. More stuff to bring over, from my tons of DVDs, to the Playstation 2, the huge collection of rpg books, the music cds ranging from Tori Amos, to movie scores, to Alanis, Janet, Sugar Hiccup, Eraserheads, Jason Mraz and many other artists, clothes, additional towels, beddings, and maybe a few more memories I've locked away through the years. But definitely, I'm overjoyed to be making this step foward in life.
Everyone should do something like this at least once in their life.
Check out the very few pictures here.
And feel free to check out Rocky's own post on the move here too.
Don't worry folks! Housewarming schedules are soon to be released, with all who with to join being reminded it will be a potluck thing. :-)
Morning soon came and neither Rocky nor I could get any sleep. Transforming the empty condo into a home was just too exciting. The morning sun rose to bathe the whole place in warm golden light, which is fantastic save for the fact there are times Rocky and I both find sleep time hitting the day time.
But yeah, the new home is starting to feel like home. Like a safe sanctuary, which is the meaning of part of its name, "sietch" which Rocky wants to call it. In many ways, the place too is a place of freedom and creativity. A place to be ourselves and to enjoy the things we love, be it geek stuff, nerdy moments or whatever else makes our brains, hearts, and souls alive.
Sietch Creare.
The safe sanctuary to create.
The move continues. More stuff to bring over, from my tons of DVDs, to the Playstation 2, the huge collection of rpg books, the music cds ranging from Tori Amos, to movie scores, to Alanis, Janet, Sugar Hiccup, Eraserheads, Jason Mraz and many other artists, clothes, additional towels, beddings, and maybe a few more memories I've locked away through the years. But definitely, I'm overjoyed to be making this step foward in life.
Everyone should do something like this at least once in their life.
Check out the very few pictures here.
And feel free to check out Rocky's own post on the move here too.
Don't worry folks! Housewarming schedules are soon to be released, with all who with to join being reminded it will be a potluck thing. :-)
Monday, May 25, 2009
Moving update: Sietch Creare!
Been going through the process of moving my personal stuff to the new condo at Cubao and so far things are going very well. Barring some issues regarding what mattress I could bring, to breaking a mirror (no, I don't believe it will bring any bad luck) within the first day, the move has been quite fun and exciting. On the far wall, my comic boxes now proudly stand in display with Rocky's other comics, toys and game stuff. Soon, that side too will be housing my roleplaying game books and perhaps a pig or two. Facing that wall, a newly purchased television is soon to be in place, with a hexagon glass table between then filled with various CCGs a guest can opt to try playing. Near the kitchen corner, the desk top computer has been set up to maximize the space, and from there the mini hallway leads to the bathroom, bed room and what most likely will become a walk in closet. While the plan of having two bedrooms was considered, many more logical reasons (such as ventilation needs) clearly pointed at having a single bedroom instead.
Morning soon came and neither Rocky nor I could get any sleep. Transforming the empty condo into a home was just too exciting. The morning sun rose to bathe the whole place in warm golden light, which is fantastic save for the fact there are times Rocky and I both find sleep time hitting the day time.
But yeah, the new home is starting to feel like home. Like a safe sanctuary, which is the meaning of part of its name, "sietch" which Rocky wants to call it. In many ways, the place too is a place of freedom and creativity. A place to be ourselves and to enjoy the things we love, be it geek stuff, nerdy moments or whatever else makes our brains, hearts, and souls alive.
Sietch Creare.
The safe sanctuary to create.
The move continues. More stuff to bring over, from my tons of DVDs, to the Playstation 2, the huge collection of rpg books, the music cds ranging from Tori Amos, to movie scores, to Alanis, Janet, Sugar Hiccup, Eraserheads, Jason Mraz and many other artists, clothes, additional towels, beddings, and maybe a few more memories I've locked away through the years. But definitely, I'm overjoyed to be making this step foward in life.
Everyone should do something like this at least once in their life.
Check out the very few pictures here.
And feel free to check out Rocky's own post on the move here too.
Don't worry folks! Housewarming schedules are soon to be released, with all who with to join being reminded it will be a potluck thing. :-)
Morning soon came and neither Rocky nor I could get any sleep. Transforming the empty condo into a home was just too exciting. The morning sun rose to bathe the whole place in warm golden light, which is fantastic save for the fact there are times Rocky and I both find sleep time hitting the day time.
But yeah, the new home is starting to feel like home. Like a safe sanctuary, which is the meaning of part of its name, "sietch" which Rocky wants to call it. In many ways, the place too is a place of freedom and creativity. A place to be ourselves and to enjoy the things we love, be it geek stuff, nerdy moments or whatever else makes our brains, hearts, and souls alive.
Sietch Creare.
The safe sanctuary to create.
The move continues. More stuff to bring over, from my tons of DVDs, to the Playstation 2, the huge collection of rpg books, the music cds ranging from Tori Amos, to movie scores, to Alanis, Janet, Sugar Hiccup, Eraserheads, Jason Mraz and many other artists, clothes, additional towels, beddings, and maybe a few more memories I've locked away through the years. But definitely, I'm overjoyed to be making this step foward in life.
Everyone should do something like this at least once in their life.
Check out the very few pictures here.
And feel free to check out Rocky's own post on the move here too.
Don't worry folks! Housewarming schedules are soon to be released, with all who with to join being reminded it will be a potluck thing. :-)
Friday, May 22, 2009
And yes, nagsimula ang conversation na ito dahil sa ipis.
Tobie: http://tobieabad.multiply.com/journal/item/465Arianne Marzan: oooooohhh song
Arianne Marzan: so cheezy
Tobie: baduy ko noh
Tobie: hahahah
Arianne Marzan: well, glad you're happy! and in love
Arianne Marzan: love makes you baduy
Tobie: hhehehe
Tobie: always was
Tobie: president ako ng Baduy Pride
Tobie: are you proud to be baduy
Tobie: hahaha
Arianne Marzan: i'm not baduy
Arianne Marzan: i'm cool
Tobie: aww
Tobie: but Cool is just Baduy in Denial
Tobie: there is a Baduy in every one of us
Arianne Marzan: okayyyy
Arianne Marzan: if you say soooo
Tobie: every person is a baduy in disguise
Tobie: hahaa
Tobie: mga quotables yan!
Arianne Marzan: i'm not in love so i'm not baduy
Tobie: dalaga ka pa
Tobie: kasi eventually
Tobie: the baby is now a baduy
Arianne Marzan: ehe ehe...so as of now, i'm not baduy
Arianne Marzan: I'm COOL
Tobie: you sure?
Tobie: hay naku
Tobie: mark my words
Tobie: and yes, that's why i will post it sa blog ko
Tobie: one
Tobie: day
Tobie: someday
Tobie: in love ka
Tobie: at BADUY ka rin!
Arianne Marzan: let's see about that
----
The ipis reference?
Naku don't ask.
:-P Basta ask Yanie na lang why Tobie has trouble killing any roaches that are upon a surface higher than his knees.
And yes, nagsimula ang conversation na ito dahil sa ipis.
Tobie: http://tobieabad.multiply.com/journal/item/465Arianne Marzan: oooooohhh song
Arianne Marzan: so cheezy
Tobie: baduy ko noh
Tobie: hahahah
Arianne Marzan: well, glad you're happy! and in love
Arianne Marzan: love makes you baduy
Tobie: hhehehe
Tobie: always was
Tobie: president ako ng Baduy Pride
Tobie: are you proud to be baduy
Tobie: hahaha
Arianne Marzan: i'm not baduy
Arianne Marzan: i'm cool
Tobie: aww
Tobie: but Cool is just Baduy in Denial
Tobie: there is a Baduy in every one of us
Arianne Marzan: okayyyy
Arianne Marzan: if you say soooo
Tobie: every person is a baduy in disguise
Tobie: hahaa
Tobie: mga quotables yan!
Arianne Marzan: i'm not in love so i'm not baduy
Tobie: dalaga ka pa
Tobie: kasi eventually
Tobie: the baby is now a baduy
Arianne Marzan: ehe ehe...so as of now, i'm not baduy
Arianne Marzan: I'm COOL
Tobie: you sure?
Tobie: hay naku
Tobie: mark my words
Tobie: and yes, that's why i will post it sa blog ko
Tobie: one
Tobie: day
Tobie: someday
Tobie: in love ka
Tobie: at BADUY ka rin!
Arianne Marzan: let's see about that
----
The ipis reference?
Naku don't ask.
:-P Basta ask Yanie na lang why Tobie has trouble killing any roaches that are upon a surface higher than his knees.
I don't care at all what people say beyond the sunrise
Nina, Benny, Company - Sunrise LyricsNINA
Are you ready to try again?
BENNY
I think I'm ready
NINA
Okay, here we go.
Esquina
BENNY
Corner
NINA
Tienda
BENNY
Store
NINA
Bombilla
BENNY
Lightbulb
NINA
You're sure?
BENNY
I'm sure
NINA
3 out of 3, you did alright
BENNY
Teach me a little more
NINA
Calor
BENNY
Heat
NINA
Anoche
BENNY
Last night
NINA
Dolor
BENNY
Pain
NINA
That's right
Llamame
BENNY
Call me
NINA
Azul
BENNY
Blue
NINA
Amame
BENNY
Love me
NINA
Perhps I do-
BENNY
Well, how do you say kiss me?
NINA
Besame
BENNY
And how do you say hold me?
NINA
Abrazame
Al amanecer. At sunrise
NINA/BENNY
Anything at all can happen
Just before the sunrise
NINA
Al amanecer
BENNY
Al amanecer
SONNY
Sunrise
CARLA
Sunrise
VANESSA
Sunrise
DANIELA
Sunrise
MEN
Sigue andando el camino por toda su vida.
Respira.
KEVIN
Nina-
BENNY
I don't know
NINA
Yo no se
BENNY
What to do
NINA
Que hacer
BENNY
Now that I've found you
NINA
Ahora que te encontre
BENNY
What will he say?
NINA
Que dira?
BENNY
When he sees me around you?
So how do you say help me?
NINA
Ayudame
BENNY
And how do you say promise me?
NINA
Prometeme
NINA/BENNY
Promise me you'll stay beyond the sunrise
I don't care at all what people say beyond the sunrise
NINA
Promise me you'll stay
BENNY
I'll stay
COMMUNITY
Sunrise...
Sunrise...
Sunrise...
Sunrise...
BENNY
And how do you say kiss me?
NINA
Besame
BENNY
And how do you say always?
NINA
Para siempre
COMMUNITY
Al amanecer
NINA
Al amanecer
BENNY
Al amanecer
COMMUNITY
Al amanecer
NINA/BENNY
I will be there
Al amanecer
I don't care at all what people say beyond the sunrise
Nina, Benny, Company - Sunrise LyricsNINA
Are you ready to try again?
BENNY
I think I'm ready
NINA
Okay, here we go.
Esquina
BENNY
Corner
NINA
Tienda
BENNY
Store
NINA
Bombilla
BENNY
Lightbulb
NINA
You're sure?
BENNY
I'm sure
NINA
3 out of 3, you did alright
BENNY
Teach me a little more
NINA
Calor
BENNY
Heat
NINA
Anoche
BENNY
Last night
NINA
Dolor
BENNY
Pain
NINA
That's right
Llamame
BENNY
Call me
NINA
Azul
BENNY
Blue
NINA
Amame
BENNY
Love me
NINA
Perhps I do-
BENNY
Well, how do you say kiss me?
NINA
Besame
BENNY
And how do you say hold me?
NINA
Abrazame
Al amanecer. At sunrise
NINA/BENNY
Anything at all can happen
Just before the sunrise
NINA
Al amanecer
BENNY
Al amanecer
SONNY
Sunrise
CARLA
Sunrise
VANESSA
Sunrise
DANIELA
Sunrise
MEN
Sigue andando el camino por toda su vida.
Respira.
KEVIN
Nina-
BENNY
I don't know
NINA
Yo no se
BENNY
What to do
NINA
Que hacer
BENNY
Now that I've found you
NINA
Ahora que te encontre
BENNY
What will he say?
NINA
Que dira?
BENNY
When he sees me around you?
So how do you say help me?
NINA
Ayudame
BENNY
And how do you say promise me?
NINA
Prometeme
NINA/BENNY
Promise me you'll stay beyond the sunrise
I don't care at all what people say beyond the sunrise
NINA
Promise me you'll stay
BENNY
I'll stay
COMMUNITY
Sunrise...
Sunrise...
Sunrise...
Sunrise...
BENNY
And how do you say kiss me?
NINA
Besame
BENNY
And how do you say always?
NINA
Para siempre
COMMUNITY
Al amanecer
NINA
Al amanecer
BENNY
Al amanecer
COMMUNITY
Al amanecer
NINA/BENNY
I will be there
Al amanecer
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Sorry.
Life is still worthwhile.
I'm sorry for everything.
I know this isn't enough.
But it is a start.
I'm sorry for everything.
I know this isn't enough.
But it is a start.
Sorry.
Life is still worthwhile.
I'm sorry for everything.
I know this isn't enough.
But it is a start.
I'm sorry for everything.
I know this isn't enough.
But it is a start.
Renovations almost complete
These pictures barely do justice to how nice the place is. iPhone really needs new software to make its camera work better. Ultimately, the place looks clean and ready with just some minor work left to be done to it.
The real question now is how to make full use of the space. Deciding what goes where, which stuff to buy and which stuff to be happy with (for now) and how to transform an empty unit into an actual home is the fun part.
And yes, we get to do it very soon!
To my Egg
Though the future lies aheadand everything feels bright as day,
I recall the things you said
And ponder on just how to say
that I love you, I miss you,
I need you day and night.
I want you to see you
part of everything that's right.
I'll hold you, console you
and embrace you oh so tight.
But how does one
say such things
when all I've got to use are words?
Maybe I need to sing
just like the birds.
Now I know sometimes I might
act rather strange or odd in some way.
Like when we kiss I tend to bite
or when we're quiet you still hear me say
that I love you, I miss you,
I need you day and night.
I want you to see you
part of everything that's right.
I'll hold you, console you
and embrace you oh so tight.
But how does one
say such things
when all I've got to use are words?
Maybe I need to sing
just like the birds.
I never thought I could ever feel a love that feels this true.
It made me join Facebook, start to read Dune,
or write a song that lacks a good tune.
But the words just keep flowing
and the keys tap without delay.
I guess this song I write for you
will have music too some day
saying how that I love you, I miss you,
I need you day and night.
I want you to see you
part of everything that's right.
I'll hold you, console you
and embrace you oh so tight.
I know I want to say these things
even if all I got are words
Someday, maybe, I can sing it
just like the birds.
To my Egg
Though the future lies aheadand everything feels bright as day,
I recall the things you said
And ponder on just how to say
that I love you, I miss you,
I need you day and night.
I want you to see you
part of everything that's right.
I'll hold you, console you
and embrace you oh so tight.
But how does one
say such things
when all I've got to use are words?
Maybe I need to sing
just like the birds.
Now I know sometimes I might
act rather strange or odd in some way.
Like when we kiss I tend to bite
or when we're quiet you still hear me say
that I love you, I miss you,
I need you day and night.
I want you to see you
part of everything that's right.
I'll hold you, console you
and embrace you oh so tight.
But how does one
say such things
when all I've got to use are words?
Maybe I need to sing
just like the birds.
I never thought I could ever feel a love that feels this true.
It made me join Facebook, start to read Dune,
or write a song that lacks a good tune.
But the words just keep flowing
and the keys tap without delay.
I guess this song I write for you
will have music too some day
saying how that I love you, I miss you,
I need you day and night.
I want you to see you
part of everything that's right.
I'll hold you, console you
and embrace you oh so tight.
I know I want to say these things
even if all I got are words
Someday, maybe, I can sing it
just like the birds.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Cubao in less than week? Di nga?
Countdown has begun.Less than a week to go before the new geek nest is finally truly real. Already, I'm excitedly mapping out what I'll be bringing with me, from the computer to the tiny refrigerator and all this and that, and the surplus of ideas on decor and set-up are absolutely overwhelming. Thankfully, Rocky is there to help smack some sense into me every now and then. Rocky will be sharing the apartment with me and we're gonna transform the place into a fantastic new abode for gaming, toys, comics, fandom stuff and everything else we love which other people might have trouble appreciating! Why? Because it is our home! Tee hee!
We have even begun looking into cooking options (since neither of us really cook, although I can prito stuff and have baked a few things in my time, Rocky naman knows how to make good rice and will definitely get a coffee maker.) and have been toying with the fact a rice cooker can supposedly cook more than rice.
But yeah, we're definitely looking into having a good way to display the books, the toys, and the comics we've loved and love sharing to others. No hiding them in the closet or locking them away in the dark anymore. I get to even have my rpg books easily accessible, something which was unthinkable during the 80s and 90s when there was still a "burn the books" phase due to them being mistakenly linked to satanism and crap like that.
Of course, with this bit of news we already have a lot of other friends asking when the house warming parties will be. While we're certain we will be inviting you people over to see our new place someday, we definitely will have to map out the whens and hows first considering the initial move does always have a bit bite into the budget. Not to mention the place might not be able to accomodate far too many people, so we may have to consider dividing the house warming activies into groups.
As with any move, there are a lot of emotions moving around as well. I am already forseeing some raw moments we'll have to survive if not learn to simply accept. I even recall my parents once finding it very very difficult to let me go when I moved out to a flat in San Juan. This move, I anticipate, while will be easier to accept, will have much more emotional crunch to munch on. There will be the items of sentimental importance that one can't bring, the pets one can't have, or maybe even the simple joys one can no longer indulge in, but ultimately its all for the best. All things have to start from somewhere, and all birthing have their pains.
Will keep you all posted when the Garapata finally calls Cubao home.
And will let you know when you can all get to see it!
Cubao in less than week? Di nga?
Countdown has begun.Less than a week to go before the new geek nest is finally truly real. Already, I'm excitedly mapping out what I'll be bringing with me, from the computer to the tiny refrigerator and all this and that, and the surplus of ideas on decor and set-up are absolutely overwhelming. Thankfully, Rocky is there to help smack some sense into me every now and then. Rocky will be sharing the apartment with me and we're gonna transform the place into a fantastic new abode for gaming, toys, comics, fandom stuff and everything else we love which other people might have trouble appreciating! Why? Because it is our home! Tee hee!
We have even begun looking into cooking options (since neither of us really cook, although I can prito stuff and have baked a few things in my time, Rocky naman knows how to make good rice and will definitely get a coffee maker.) and have been toying with the fact a rice cooker can supposedly cook more than rice.
But yeah, we're definitely looking into having a good way to display the books, the toys, and the comics we've loved and love sharing to others. No hiding them in the closet or locking them away in the dark anymore. I get to even have my rpg books easily accessible, something which was unthinkable during the 80s and 90s when there was still a "burn the books" phase due to them being mistakenly linked to satanism and crap like that.
Of course, with this bit of news we already have a lot of other friends asking when the house warming parties will be. While we're certain we will be inviting you people over to see our new place someday, we definitely will have to map out the whens and hows first considering the initial move does always have a bit bite into the budget. Not to mention the place might not be able to accomodate far too many people, so we may have to consider dividing the house warming activies into groups.
As with any move, there are a lot of emotions moving around as well. I am already forseeing some raw moments we'll have to survive if not learn to simply accept. I even recall my parents once finding it very very difficult to let me go when I moved out to a flat in San Juan. This move, I anticipate, while will be easier to accept, will have much more emotional crunch to munch on. There will be the items of sentimental importance that one can't bring, the pets one can't have, or maybe even the simple joys one can no longer indulge in, but ultimately its all for the best. All things have to start from somewhere, and all birthing have their pains.
Will keep you all posted when the Garapata finally calls Cubao home.
And will let you know when you can all get to see it!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
A Public Service Post
Main Entry:
- 1fair
- Pronunciation:
- \ˈfer\
- Function:
- adjective
- Etymology:
- Middle English fager, fair, from Old English fæger; akin to Old High German fagar beautiful
- Date:
- before 12th century
1: pleasing to the eye or mind especially because of fresh, charming, or flawless quality2: superficially pleasing : specious <she trusted his fair promises>3 a: clean, pure <fair sparkling water> b: clear, legible4: not stormy or foul : fine <fair weather>5: ample <a fair estate>6 a: marked by impartiality and honesty : free from self-interest, prejudice, or favoritism <a very fair person to do business with> b (1): conforming with the established rules : allowed (2): consonant with merit or importance : due <a fair share> c: open to legitimate pursuit, attack, or ridicule <fair game>7 a: promising, likely <in a fair way to win> b: favorable to a ship's course <a fair wind>8archaic : free of obstacles9: not dark <fair skin>10 a: sufficient but not ample : adequate <a fair understanding of the work> b: moderately numerous, large, or significant <takes a fair amount of time>11: being such to the utmost : utter <a fair treat to watch him — New Republic>
— fair·ness noun
synonyms fair, just, equitable, impartial, unbiased, dispassionate, objective mean free from favor toward either or any side. fair implies an elimination of one's own feelings, prejudices, and desires so as to achieve a proper balance of conflicting interests <a fair decision>. just implies an exact following of a standard of what is right and proper <a just settlement of territorial claims>. equitable implies a less rigorous standard than just and usually suggests equal treatment of all concerned <the equitable distribution of the property>. impartial stresses an absence of favor or prejudice <an impartial third party>. unbiased implies even more strongly an absence of all prejudice <your unbiased opinion>. dispassionate suggests freedom from the influence of strong feeling and often implies cool or even cold judgment <a dispassionate summation of the facts>. objective stresses a tendency to view events or persons as apart from oneself and one's own interest or feelings <I can't be objective about my own child>.
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from Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary.
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from Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Early Morning McDo Breakfast
Hit McDonalds with Rocky for a quick breakfast meal after a very long day. Was surprised to see McDonalds has this "flowers" on the table thing, which I presume was meant for Mother's day. It was cute, although it did kinda make it weird to be eating with them nearby.
But yeah, McDonalds breakfast is yum!
Brainstorming at Fuzion Cafe
Rocky and I met up with James, Diego and Joel at Fuzion for a meeting regarding top secret project named Project: Egg. Showed the guys some really cool games and shared concepts to develop in the future.
Later, moved outside to continue the meeting with mystery man Mars (who isn't in the pictures due to his high secretive status! joke!) and finalized plans better. Here's hoping our project goes well! The power of Egg is upon it! It should! Wheee!!!
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Some Quotes To Tattoo upon your Heart
Love is like pi - natural, irrational, and very important.- Lisa Hoffman
Love is more than just a feeling: it's a process requiring continual attention. Loving well takes laughter, loyalty, and wanting more to be able to say, "I understand" than to hear, "You're right."
- Molleen Matsumura
The first duty of love is to listen.
- Paul Tillich
Love is a condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.
- Robert Heinlein
You learn to speak by speaking, to study by studying, to run by running, to work by working; and just so, you learn to love by loving. All those who think to learn in any other way deceive themselves.
-Saint Francis de SalesSome Quotes To Tattoo upon your Heart
Love is like pi - natural, irrational, and very important.- Lisa Hoffman
Love is more than just a feeling: it's a process requiring continual attention. Loving well takes laughter, loyalty, and wanting more to be able to say, "I understand" than to hear, "You're right."
- Molleen Matsumura
The first duty of love is to listen.
- Paul Tillich
Love is a condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.
- Robert Heinlein
You learn to speak by speaking, to study by studying, to run by running, to work by working; and just so, you learn to love by loving. All those who think to learn in any other way deceive themselves.
-Saint Francis de SalesFriday, May 15, 2009
Quickie Fiction: Red Matters
Thanks to Donnie Darko and Star Trek, this popped into my head and had to be typed down really fast. My apologies for wrong grammar, punctation, and spelling mistakes.-----
Had a conversation with myself today. It went something like this.
Tobie Prime: Hey you!
Me: Oh wow! You're... wait, are you actually me?
TP: Yep. This is your future self talking, Tobie. Thought I should drop by and give you a heads up.
Me: No way. Are you seriously the future version of me?
TP: Find it hard to believe you can look this great, huh?
Me: Actually I'm more horrified at the fact I have the ability to travel backwards in time. Guess I saw too many episodes of Sliders, Quantum Leap and The Girl Who Leapt Through Time.
TP: Oh, well at least you do know that getting a fantastic body is within your reach.
Me: I always knew that. Tamad lang talaga ako.
TP: Exactly. You've been laying low for too long, too many opportunities have slipped by you. It is time to get your act together man. Even something as simple as our Diliman comics needs to get off the ground and be completed na.
Me: Is that a wedding band I see on your... well, my finger?
TP: Crap! I wasn't supposed to show you too many hints of your future.
Me: Ay sus, I already know about that, no. Si Egg yan no?
TP: I'm not saying anything.
Me: Bullshit. If you aren't saying anything, why did you come back in time then?
TP: Okay fine, I'm here to let you know a few things you need to hear from yourself at this particular moment in time.
Me: And you know I need to here these things because...
TP: I recall this happening in my past.
Me: So you're assuming my present is your past, which makes your present my future?
TP: Don't confuse me. I recall it worked for a few seconds.
Me: Which? Confusing me? Or telling me things I need to hear?
TP: Uh.. wait..
Me: But what if I needed to hear them a few seconds earlier? Or a few minutes later? Would that affect things?
TP: Stop that!
Me: Tee hee, sorry, storyteller mindset running again.
TP: Okay, back on track. I need to let you hear a few things you need to hear. First of all: Yes, you're doing the right thing.
Me: Medyo intense yan, ha. Considering earlier you said I'm stagnating and stuck in a rut.
TP: Crap. I really have to define this then-
Me: -without giving too much information right?
TP: Hay naku. Wavelength talaga.
Me: Malamang. We're the same person.
TP: Okay let me try again. First, stop letting him affect you too much. Pabayaan mo na what he decides to say to those who are close to him. It doesn't matter if they're lies or unintentional deluded opinions or even miscommunicated reactions. You have to just accept the fact that 1) there will ALWAYS be misinterpretations or at least people who will CHOOSE to embrace misinterpretations of the facts and 2) he needs to be "like that" to bring himself back together. Its really hard to accept one has been too selfish and messed up a really good thing for many years. Pagbigyan mo na. Let him have his healing, as twisted as he chooses to approach it.
Me: Even if I don't really care about him. Even if all I care about him is at a "he's still human" level. Even if deep down I'm really pissed at how after using and abusing another person as a cash cow all this time, he still has the gall to cry victim.
TP: Because he is. Because ultimately, he lost. He has to move on. Give him that na lang.
Me: Why are you siding with him?
TP: I'm not. I'm reminding you of the next thing you need to remember.
Me: I'm a good person.
TP: You are. We are. Today. Yesterday. Tomorrow. We were raised well and we were raised with morals. The fiber of our being is infused with understanding right and wrong. The brain we have is marinated in doing what is proper. And though at times we might falter, we realize and notice this and act upon it. We don't throw the blame somewhere else. We don't go Academy awardesque and cry wolf. We admit our faults and take action to become someone better. Hell, we spend each day of our lives searching for a way to become better than yesterday.
Me: Are you sure?
TP: Sometimes, little things. Like remembering to hold our tongue instead of declaring another person the fuckwit they have become. At other times, it can be larger, like letting an evidently less experienced driver go first, so the buses don't harass him. Then there are the big moments-
Me: Like not having an outright post perhaps pages long about the crappy-
TP: Stop na. Don't sink to the other's level. Focus. Remember who you are. He didn't change in all those years, he won't change after reading your blog. Ultimately it is his life. So let him live it the way he wants. Even if you want to defend Egg. Egg is choosing to be quiet. Do the same. We know this is ultimately you wanting to help everyone understand Egg's side in all this. But stop wanting to "prove it." The fact is, you two are already fantastically happy. And its a contagious happiness. Only real love is that infectious.
Me: True.
TP: And enough with the insecurities. About money. About experience. About being strong enough.
Me: It ain't easy-
TP: I know.
Me: - especially having lived under my brother's shadow, my sister's corona, my parents expectations... its not easy to feel overwhelmed. To feel I'm still not good enough.
TP: But that's just it. We've been wired to think we aren't-
Me: -so we keep pushing to be better. Right. Forgot about that. The insecurities aren't meant to be mistaken as true. They're meant to keep me on my toes. To challenge me to be better. Yeah. Have to keep that in my head. Ano pa ba?
TP: Your dreams aren't over, Tobie.
Me: Which ones? The ones about someday bringing home for my parents an Oscar? Or the one about making a fantastic story, be it a novel, a play or a movie, which moves people and reminds them how much life has to offer? Or the one about becoming the owner and publisher of a major rpg line?
TP: All of them. Including the ones you didn't even realize you were dreaming of.
Me: Not over. Meaning? They'll come to pass?
TP: You know my answer to that.
Me: And its not you won't tell me. It is, "It is up to me."
TP: Exactly.
Me: Wow. This conversation does help me feel better.
TP: It is meant to.
Me: At least warn me this. Do we really end up having some ABS-CBN versus GMA 7 Presidential battle? Something like Kris Aquino versus Manny Pacquiao for President? I need to know if I have to consider escaping to some less insane country...
TP: Uh... well... oh look, the time travel energies are fading...
Me: Hoy! Teka lang! Iba na lang. Do those who ACTUALLY believe in Twilight as a religion gain true religious status?
TP: Fading... returning to... future...
Me: Ang daya naman! Sige, eto na lang!
My future self vanished then, with lingering images of boxing gloves on banners with the slogan "Hanggang Round Two ka lang!" and "Pilipinas, Game ka na ba!" being thrown against each other intermixed with rainbow colored banners chanting for change. I look at my laptop and read that Egg is headed for the bank. I wonder if Egg too will have an encounter with some futureself.
I wanted to ask myself, "In the future, do they all understand?"
And somehow I already know the answer.
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That was cathartic.
Just giving a shout out to a bunch of new friends/acquaintances I have thanks to Egg.
Hello to Mina, Jessica, Perry, Mahar, Ryan and Joseph.
Glad to have met/communicated/chatted with you.
Quickie Fiction: Red Matters
Thanks to Donnie Darko and Star Trek, this popped into my head and had to be typed down really fast. My apologies for wrong grammar, punctation, and spelling mistakes.-----
Had a conversation with myself today. It went something like this.
Tobie Prime: Hey you!
Me: Oh wow! You're... wait, are you actually me?
TP: Yep. This is your future self talking, Tobie. Thought I should drop by and give you a heads up.
Me: No way. Are you seriously the future version of me?
TP: Find it hard to believe you can look this great, huh?
Me: Actually I'm more horrified at the fact I have the ability to travel backwards in time. Guess I saw too many episodes of Sliders, Quantum Leap and The Girl Who Leapt Through Time.
TP: Oh, well at least you do know that getting a fantastic body is within your reach.
Me: I always knew that. Tamad lang talaga ako.
TP: Exactly. You've been laying low for too long, too many opportunities have slipped by you. It is time to get your act together man. Even something as simple as our Diliman comics needs to get off the ground and be completed na.
Me: Is that a wedding band I see on your... well, my finger?
TP: Crap! I wasn't supposed to show you too many hints of your future.
Me: Ay sus, I already know about that, no. Si Egg yan no?
TP: I'm not saying anything.
Me: Bullshit. If you aren't saying anything, why did you come back in time then?
TP: Okay fine, I'm here to let you know a few things you need to hear from yourself at this particular moment in time.
Me: And you know I need to here these things because...
TP: I recall this happening in my past.
Me: So you're assuming my present is your past, which makes your present my future?
TP: Don't confuse me. I recall it worked for a few seconds.
Me: Which? Confusing me? Or telling me things I need to hear?
TP: Uh.. wait..
Me: But what if I needed to hear them a few seconds earlier? Or a few minutes later? Would that affect things?
TP: Stop that!
Me: Tee hee, sorry, storyteller mindset running again.
TP: Okay, back on track. I need to let you hear a few things you need to hear. First of all: Yes, you're doing the right thing.
Me: Medyo intense yan, ha. Considering earlier you said I'm stagnating and stuck in a rut.
TP: Crap. I really have to define this then-
Me: -without giving too much information right?
TP: Hay naku. Wavelength talaga.
Me: Malamang. We're the same person.
TP: Okay let me try again. First, stop letting him affect you too much. Pabayaan mo na what he decides to say to those who are close to him. It doesn't matter if they're lies or unintentional deluded opinions or even miscommunicated reactions. You have to just accept the fact that 1) there will ALWAYS be misinterpretations or at least people who will CHOOSE to embrace misinterpretations of the facts and 2) he needs to be "like that" to bring himself back together. Its really hard to accept one has been too selfish and messed up a really good thing for many years. Pagbigyan mo na. Let him have his healing, as twisted as he chooses to approach it.
Me: Even if I don't really care about him. Even if all I care about him is at a "he's still human" level. Even if deep down I'm really pissed at how after using and abusing another person as a cash cow all this time, he still has the gall to cry victim.
TP: Because he is. Because ultimately, he lost. He has to move on. Give him that na lang.
Me: Why are you siding with him?
TP: I'm not. I'm reminding you of the next thing you need to remember.
Me: I'm a good person.
TP: You are. We are. Today. Yesterday. Tomorrow. We were raised well and we were raised with morals. The fiber of our being is infused with understanding right and wrong. The brain we have is marinated in doing what is proper. And though at times we might falter, we realize and notice this and act upon it. We don't throw the blame somewhere else. We don't go Academy awardesque and cry wolf. We admit our faults and take action to become someone better. Hell, we spend each day of our lives searching for a way to become better than yesterday.
Me: Are you sure?
TP: Sometimes, little things. Like remembering to hold our tongue instead of declaring another person the fuckwit they have become. At other times, it can be larger, like letting an evidently less experienced driver go first, so the buses don't harass him. Then there are the big moments-
Me: Like not having an outright post perhaps pages long about the crappy-
TP: Stop na. Don't sink to the other's level. Focus. Remember who you are. He didn't change in all those years, he won't change after reading your blog. Ultimately it is his life. So let him live it the way he wants. Even if you want to defend Egg. Egg is choosing to be quiet. Do the same. We know this is ultimately you wanting to help everyone understand Egg's side in all this. But stop wanting to "prove it." The fact is, you two are already fantastically happy. And its a contagious happiness. Only real love is that infectious.
Me: True.
TP: And enough with the insecurities. About money. About experience. About being strong enough.
Me: It ain't easy-
TP: I know.
Me: - especially having lived under my brother's shadow, my sister's corona, my parents expectations... its not easy to feel overwhelmed. To feel I'm still not good enough.
TP: But that's just it. We've been wired to think we aren't-
Me: -so we keep pushing to be better. Right. Forgot about that. The insecurities aren't meant to be mistaken as true. They're meant to keep me on my toes. To challenge me to be better. Yeah. Have to keep that in my head. Ano pa ba?
TP: Your dreams aren't over, Tobie.
Me: Which ones? The ones about someday bringing home for my parents an Oscar? Or the one about making a fantastic story, be it a novel, a play or a movie, which moves people and reminds them how much life has to offer? Or the one about becoming the owner and publisher of a major rpg line?
TP: All of them. Including the ones you didn't even realize you were dreaming of.
Me: Not over. Meaning? They'll come to pass?
TP: You know my answer to that.
Me: And its not you won't tell me. It is, "It is up to me."
TP: Exactly.
Me: Wow. This conversation does help me feel better.
TP: It is meant to.
Me: At least warn me this. Do we really end up having some ABS-CBN versus GMA 7 Presidential battle? Something like Kris Aquino versus Manny Pacquiao for President? I need to know if I have to consider escaping to some less insane country...
TP: Uh... well... oh look, the time travel energies are fading...
Me: Hoy! Teka lang! Iba na lang. Do those who ACTUALLY believe in Twilight as a religion gain true religious status?
TP: Fading... returning to... future...
Me: Ang daya naman! Sige, eto na lang!
My future self vanished then, with lingering images of boxing gloves on banners with the slogan "Hanggang Round Two ka lang!" and "Pilipinas, Game ka na ba!" being thrown against each other intermixed with rainbow colored banners chanting for change. I look at my laptop and read that Egg is headed for the bank. I wonder if Egg too will have an encounter with some futureself.
I wanted to ask myself, "In the future, do they all understand?"
And somehow I already know the answer.
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That was cathartic.
Just giving a shout out to a bunch of new friends/acquaintances I have thanks to Egg.
Hello to Mina, Jessica, Perry, Maharhar, Rayan and Joseph.
Glad to have met/communicated/chatted with you.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wheelie Scandalous Baboy Pics!
You have been warned!
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This was a Baduy Pride! post.
Are you proud to be Baduy?
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
8-Bit Decor wanted.
The move to the new flat is happening very soon. Renovations have begun and according to Pao, there's a huge chance that the place will be all ready by the end of the month. It is very hard to explain how excited I am for this!
One of the biggest things I want to find a way to do is to have 8-bit decor somehow in the house. While the easiest way to do this is via posters or to actually paint the walls, part of me can't help but want to find a way that such decor can be either interactive or adaptive. With my Egg determined to have a whiteboard on the wall (think The Big Bang Theory!) I feel very tempted to search for 1x1 colored magnets to use as "pixels" to create myself some pixel art. Sadly, I have no idea of any place that sells magnets in that size and color for cheap.
Another part of me is tempted to create a plastic-covered wall on one end of the house, then either have numerous plastic sleeves where the paper pixels could be slid into, or have the plastic "whiteboard marker" friendly to be able to have drawings and the like done on it.
Gah! The ideas! The dreams!
I can't wait!
One thing is for certain: Egg and I are definitely excited about this chapter that is slowly coming into focus in our lives.
Gonna keep you all updated, my friends!
One of the biggest things I want to find a way to do is to have 8-bit decor somehow in the house. While the easiest way to do this is via posters or to actually paint the walls, part of me can't help but want to find a way that such decor can be either interactive or adaptive. With my Egg determined to have a whiteboard on the wall (think The Big Bang Theory!) I feel very tempted to search for 1x1 colored magnets to use as "pixels" to create myself some pixel art. Sadly, I have no idea of any place that sells magnets in that size and color for cheap.
Another part of me is tempted to create a plastic-covered wall on one end of the house, then either have numerous plastic sleeves where the paper pixels could be slid into, or have the plastic "whiteboard marker" friendly to be able to have drawings and the like done on it.
Gah! The ideas! The dreams!
I can't wait!
One thing is for certain: Egg and I are definitely excited about this chapter that is slowly coming into focus in our lives.
Gonna keep you all updated, my friends!
8-Bit Decor wanted.
The move to the new flat is happening very soon. Renovations have begun and according to Pao, there's a huge chance that the place will be all ready by the end of the month. It is very hard to explain how excited I am for this!
One of the biggest things I want to find a way to do is to have 8-bit decor somehow in the house. While the easiest way to do this is via posters or to actually paint the walls, part of me can't help but want to find a way that such decor can be either interactive or adaptive. With my Egg determined to have a whiteboard on the wall (think The Big Bang Theory!) I feel very tempted to search for 1x1 colored magnets to use as "pixels" to create myself some pixel art. Sadly, I have no idea of any place that sells magnets in that size and color for cheap.
Another part of me is tempted to create a plastic-covered wall on one end of the house, then either have numerous plastic sleeves where the paper pixels could be slid into, or have the plastic "whiteboard marker" friendly to be able to have drawings and the like done on it.
Gah! The ideas! The dreams!
I can't wait!
One thing is for certain: Egg and I are definitely excited about this chapter that is slowly coming into focus in our lives.
Gonna keep you all updated, my friends!
One of the biggest things I want to find a way to do is to have 8-bit decor somehow in the house. While the easiest way to do this is via posters or to actually paint the walls, part of me can't help but want to find a way that such decor can be either interactive or adaptive. With my Egg determined to have a whiteboard on the wall (think The Big Bang Theory!) I feel very tempted to search for 1x1 colored magnets to use as "pixels" to create myself some pixel art. Sadly, I have no idea of any place that sells magnets in that size and color for cheap.
Another part of me is tempted to create a plastic-covered wall on one end of the house, then either have numerous plastic sleeves where the paper pixels could be slid into, or have the plastic "whiteboard marker" friendly to be able to have drawings and the like done on it.
Gah! The ideas! The dreams!
I can't wait!
One thing is for certain: Egg and I are definitely excited about this chapter that is slowly coming into focus in our lives.
Gonna keep you all updated, my friends!
Monday, May 11, 2009
Quickie Fiction: Opportunity
The winding tunnels beneath the earth were a sight few would have the opportunity to witness. Fewer still would have the opportunity to watch the very rock and crystals hidden deep within the dark confines of the land slide away and grant one safe passage through them. Acheu traveled rapidly beneath the earth with only the constant beat of his clapping hands and timed intonations. His journey was echoed by the flight of one saffron dragon that charted a precise course through the now darkening clouds that littered the sky. With each beat of its wings, and every undulation of its serpentine body, Nicodemus soared through the air intent to reach the Seat of Faith as soon as it was possible. The dragon ignored the brimming tears that trailed wandering rivers down its scaled cheeks. It ignored the still existent but rapidly fading presence of Vandross' words in its thoughts. All the dragon knew was that there was no denying Vandross has finally found his Other, and as was the practice of the Faith, Vandross and his Other would have to be tested.
That, and the fact that it meant Nicodemus was no longer to be a part of Vandross' life.
"He will have to face me," Acheu mumbled aloud, even if there was no one around to hear his words. Acheu felt a greater sense of courage, and the pretense of speaking aloud his plans gave him a certain degree of fulfillment. It was a false mask of courage, however. As it was typical of Acheu, such admissions were things he typically could only speak of only though letters. Or through the rumors born from his actions or stories. He was brave so long as there was no one to contradict him. But when it came to face to face confrontations, the truth would always be far too strong for him to twist. But in the solace of the dark tunnel beneath the world which his intonations effortlessly carved, Acheu felt such pronouncements to be empowering words. The confrontation he was bringing himself towards was one that he had long delayed. When questioned, he had many excuses ranging from lacking the necessity to deal with such things immediately, to feeling physically exhausted or under the weather, to even claims that he was the one standing upon a higher moral ground and to act first was to lose that standing. But the truth he would never admit was the fact he was absolutely aware the confrontation would be an admission of his failure in his responsibilities and role as the father of his children. An admission of his inability to provide what was expected of him. And it was an admission Acheu's pride would never allow him to make.
He planned to confront his son, Sunaj, and tell him the world has come to provide him an opportunity to regain honor in the family's name. He planned to tell him that destiny has provided Sunaj a second chance to prove his love for his family.
He could never do so in the past out of the sheer brutal truth that Acheu was fully aware of: Sunaj would not want to. Sunaj would have no reason to do so. Not after the neglect, insult and abuse he had to endure from his father for the last few years when Sunaj still maintained ties with Acheu. Sunaj's choice to cut himself free from Acheu was not an act of cruel malice or vengeful selfishness. It was liberation from abuse and pain. It was freedom from being long imprisoned beside a monstrosity that devoured another's self-esteem.
"This is a real opportunity," Acheu rehearsed into the shadows that blurred past him and imagined Sunaj's reactions. "A real opportunity stands here."
And that was what made today different.
Acheu realized with reports regarding the Other, the Patermaster would truly have the need to confirm and capture this pair. And if Sunaj were to succeed, Acheu's family would truly regain honor and esteem among the Fehbed. To not confront Sunaj today was to waste an opportunity to further Acheu's standing among their people. And Acheu realized that was far more important than his pride.
"They will be tested," Nicodemus mumbled to itself as he sliced through the sky, "and if this... Other is found to be unworthy..." Nicodemus desperately wanted to imagine scenes of triumphant and rightful vengeance. It wanted to visualize a montage of brutally just punishments to be dealt upon this intruding serpent whose green scales lacked the vibrance and beauty of its golden ones. It wanted to bear witness to this unimpressive ursurper being caught as merely some pretender who had through some form of unknown incantation twisted truth and emotion to its liking to deceive and destroy everything that Nicodemus held sacred.
But Nicodemus could not.
In the mindscape, the two dragons had confronted each other and within the undeniable incorruptibility of that psychic communication, Nicodemus had clearly seen it was Vandross' image that shone upon Savat's own soul.
They were.
And Nicodemus knew all it had was empty threats.
But wait.
A growing dot upon Nicodemus mindscape flickered.
A darkness.
Nicodemus realized, an opportunity.
A chance to spin the story in its own favor.
An opportunity to be seen not as the false partner, but instead as the discarded treasure.
Nicodemus realized it was in its power to lie. All it had to do was ensure that others would not have a glimpse of Savati's mindscape. And that, Nicodemus realized, was something far easier to accomplish than others realized.
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Carlos Pizza with Rocky
I just HAD to take pictures of this day because I LOVE the shirt I got Rocky to borrow. Of course, he got back at me quite easily with his most recent live journal entry. Grrr..
Carlos Pizza
Food 5/10 Ambiance 5/10 Price 4/10
but the place may rate higher scores if you go there to drink.
I guess the fact we DIDN'T bother to take pictures of the food suggests how we didn't even think to do so. While the place had a huge selection of food to choose from, strangely the food we ordered was kind of bland and lacking in flavor. Oh well. Low ratings for now I guess.
Star Trek IMAX May 5 screening
Thank you Mark!
Dad, Rocky and I headed to MOA for the screening of the latest Star Trek movie! Tickets thanks to Rocky for winning the NWA contest! Special thanks to Penny and Mark whose pictures are also in this album!
Live long and prosper!
(Unless your some corrupt creep. Those can die die die!)
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Second Fitting Day and Fandom Live!
Rocky, Nick, Mark, Nina and Me were at Fandom Cafe last Sunday for a second fitting of the uniforms to be worn this coming Trek Week and for another shoot session for Fandom Live!
Check out the monster aliens in gold. Bonus points if you can guess who it was.
You and I, my Egg...
You And I
Written by Ingrid Michaelson
Don't you worry there my honey
We might not have any money
But we've got our love to pay the bills
Maybe I think you're cute and funny
Maybe I wanna do want bunnies do with you if you know what I mean
Oh lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I
Well you might be a bit confused
And you might be a little bit bruised
But baby how we spoon like no one else
So I will help you read those books
If you will soothe my worried looks
And we will put the lonesome on the shelf
Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I
Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I
You and I, my Egg...
You And I
Written by Ingrid Michaelson
Don't you worry there my honey
We might not have any money
But we've got our love to pay the bills
Maybe I think you're cute and funny
Maybe I wanna do want bunnies do with you if you know what I mean
Oh lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I
Well you might be a bit confused
And you might be a little bit bruised
But baby how we spoon like no one else
So I will help you read those books
If you will soothe my worried looks
And we will put the lonesome on the shelf
Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I
Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I
Monday, May 04, 2009
I don't need convincing either.
It is sad how there are people who still embrace the idea that the whole world owes them something. How an act of generosity inspired by love is not seen as that, but instead willingly misread to mean one deserves to be treated and to lose that is selfishness on the generous one's part.
I've had my share of times when I was the proverbial piggy bank of someone else. Times when my bending over backwards to please my (then) partner or my attempts to bury my own interests in lieu of the other's preferences were not seen as love-inspired acts meant to please... but instead were seen as "expected" things.
I cannot, for the life of me, comprehend how someone could embrace such a self-centered view of a relationship. And though I will admit that there will always be some level of "self" in any decision made, I find it completely unthinkable that someone could demand such expectations from another instead of seeing them as the generous or kind act as they actually are.
This way of thinking isn't too far off from the strange occasional street vagabonds who knock on your window, asking for alms, and if you choose out of kindness to give something to one, the others come rushing to your window, asking.. nay, demanding for more. And the moment you withhold or say you can't give more, they paint YOU as the selfish one. They rap at your window or slam a fist against your car door. They call you names or spit on your windshield. They spread lies about you to others and paint themselves the victim of some heinous crime that was never even committed.
Why do such people still exist? How can they actually even live with knowing they think and act that way?
I don't need convincing though.
I know they are real.
I don't need convincing either.
It is sad how there are people who still embrace the idea that the whole world owes them something. How an act of generosity inspired by love is not seen as that, but instead willingly misread to mean one deserves to be treated and to lose that is selfishness on the generous one's part.
I've had my share of times when I was the proverbial piggy bank of someone else. Times when my bending over backwards to please my (then) partner or my attempts to bury my own interests in lieu of the other's preferences were not seen as love-inspired acts meant to please... but instead were seen as "expected" things.
I cannot, for the life of me, comprehend how someone could embrace such a self-centered view of a relationship. And though I will admit that there will always be some level of "self" in any decision made, I find it completely unthinkable that someone could demand such expectations from another instead of seeing them as the generous or kind act as they actually are.
This way of thinking isn't too far off from the strange occasional street vagabonds who knock on your window, asking for alms, and if you choose out of kindness to give something to one, the others come rushing to your window, asking.. nay, demanding for more. And the moment you withhold or say you can't give more, they paint YOU as the selfish one. They rap at your window or slam a fist against your car door. They call you names or spit on your windshield. They spread lies about you to others and paint themselves the victim of some heinous crime that was never even committed.
Why do such people still exist? How can they actually even live with knowing they think and act that way?
I don't need convincing though.
I know they are real.
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Quickie Fiction: Opportunity
The winding tunnels beneath the earth were a sight few would have the opportunity to witness. Fewer still would have the opportunity to watch the very rock and crystals hidden deep within the dark confines of the land slide away and grant one safe passage through them. Acheu traveled rapidly beneath the earth with only the constant beat of his clapping hands and timed intonations. His journey was echoed by the flight of one saffron dragon that charted a precise course through the now darkening clouds that littered the sky. With each beat of its wings, and every undulation of its serpentine body, Nicodemus soared through the air intent to reach the Seat of Faith as soon as it was possible. The dragon ignored the brimming tears that trailed wandering rivers down its scaled cheeks. It ignored the still existent but rapidly fading presence of Vandross' words in its thoughts. All the dragon knew was that there was no denying Vandross has finally found his Other, and as was the practice of the Faith, Vandross and his Other would have to be tested.
That, and the fact that it meant Nicodemus was no longer to be a part of Vandross' life.
"He will have to face me," Acheu mumbled aloud, even if there was no one around to hear his words. Acheu felt a greater sense of courage, and the pretense of speaking aloud his plans gave him a certain degree of fulfillment. It was a false mask of courage, however. As it was typical of Acheu, such admissions were things he typically could only speak of only though letters. Or through the rumors born from his actions or stories. He was brave so long as there was no one to contradict him. But when it came to face to face confrontations, the truth would always be far too strong for him to twist. But in the solace of the dark tunnel beneath the world which his intonations effortlessly carved, Acheu felt such pronouncements to be empowering words. The confrontation he was bringing himself towards was one that he had long delayed. When questioned, he had many excuses ranging from lacking the necessity to deal with such things immediately, to feeling physically exhausted or under the weather, to even claims that he was the one standing upon a higher moral ground and to act first was to lose that standing. But the truth he would never admit was the fact he was absolutely aware the confrontation would be an admission of his failure in his responsibilities and role as the father of his children. An admission of his inability to provide what was expected of him. And it was an admission Acheu's pride would never allow him to make.
He planned to confront his son, Sunaj, and tell him the world has come to provide him an opportunity to regain honor in the family's name. He planned to tell him that destiny has provided Sunaj a second chance to prove his love for his family.
He could never do so in the past out of the sheer brutal truth that Acheu was fully aware of: Sunaj would not want to. Sunaj would have no reason to do so. Not after the neglect, insult and abuse he had to endure from his father for the last few years when Sunaj still maintained ties with Acheu. Sunaj's choice to cut himself free from Acheu was not an act of cruel malice or vengeful selfishness. It was liberation from abuse and pain. It was freedom from being long imprisoned beside a monstrosity that devoured another's self-esteem.
"This is a real opportunity," Acheu rehearsed into the shadows that blurred past him and imagined Sunaj's reactions. "A real opportunity stands here."
And that was what made today different.
Acheu realized with reports regarding the Other, the Patermaster would truly have the need to confirm and capture this pair. And if Sunaj were to succeed, Acheu's family would truly regain honor and esteem among the Fehbed. To not confront Sunaj today was to waste an opportunity to further Acheu's standing among their people. And Acheu realized that was far more important than his pride.
"They will be tested," Nicodemus mumbled to itself as he sliced through the sky, "and if this... Other is found to be unworthy..." Nicodemus desperately wanted to imagine scenes of triumphant and rightful vengeance. It wanted to visualize a montage of brutally just punishments to be dealt upon this intruding serpent whose green scales lacked the vibrance and beauty of its golden ones. It wanted to bear witness to this unimpressive ursurper being caught as merely some pretender who had through some form of unknown incantation twisted truth and emotion to its liking to deceive and destroy everything that Nicodemus held sacred.
But Nicodemus could not.
In the mindscape, the two dragons had confronted each other and within the undeniable incorruptibility of that psychic communication, Nicodemus had clearly seen it was Vandross' image that shone upon Savat's own soul.
They were.
And Nicodemus knew all it had was empty threats.
But wait.
A growing dot upon Nicodemus mindscape flickered.
A darkness.
Nicodemus realized, an opportunity.
A chance to spin the story in its own favor.
An opportunity to be seen not as the false partner, but instead as the discarded treasure.
Nicodemus realized it was in its power to lie. All it had to do was ensure that others would not have a glimpse of Savati's mindscape. And that, Nicodemus realized, was something far easier to accomplish than others realized.
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