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Top 13 Blogs (Part 2)

Last time, I transported some of my Multiply blogs here in an effort to, well, multiply them and bestow readers something to feast their eyes on. Okay, let’s cut the crap and get on with it. Here are the latest additions to this compilation:

Death Note

Mar 24, ’09 1:06 PM

DISCLAIMER: This blog entry is posted for pure entertainment only. The information contained here is provided AS IS from my Death Note collectible. While every caution has been taken in providing readers with thought-provoking amusement, please use your wise judgment before taking any decisions that might ensue after reading this weblog.

Death Note

How to Use It

I

  1. The human whose name is written in this note shall die.
  2. This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person’s face in his mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
  3. If the cause of death is written within forty (40) seconds of writing the person’s name, it will happen.
  4. If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.
  5. After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next sixty (60) minutes and forty (40) seconds.

II

  1. This note shall become the property of the human world once it touches the ground and arrives in the human world
  2. The owner of the note can recognize the image and voice of its original owner, i.e., a god of death.
  3. The human who uses the note can neither go to heaven nor hell.

III

  1. If the time of death is written within forty seconds after writing the cause of death as a heart attack, the time of death can be manipulated and the time can go into effect within forty seconds after writing the name.
  2. The human who touches the Death Note can recognize the image and voice of its original owner—a god of death—even if the human is not the owner of the note.

IV

  1. The person in possession of the Death Note is possessed by a god of death—its original owner—until he dies.
  2. If a human uses the note, a god of death usually appears in front of him/her within thirty-nine (39) days after he/she uses the note.
  3. Gods of death, the original owners of the Death Note, do not do, in principle, anything which will help of prevent the deaths in the note.
  4. A god of death has no obligation to completely explain how to use the note of rules which will apply to the human who owns it.

V

  1. A god of death can extend his life by putting human names on the note, but humans cannot.
  2. A person can shorten his/her own life by using the note.
  3. The human who becomes the owner of the Death Note can, in exchange of half of his/her remaining life, get the eyeballs of the god of death, which will enable him/her a human’s name and remaining lifetime when looking through them.
  4. A god of death cannot be killed even if stabbed in his heart with a knife or shot in the head with a gun. However, there are ways to kill a god of death, which are not generally known to the gods of death.

VI

  1. The conditions for death will not be realized unless it is physically possible for that human or it is reasonably assumed to be carried out by that human.
  2. The specific scope of the condition for death is not known to the gods of death either. So you must examine and find out.

VII

  1. One page taken from the Death Note or even a fragment of the page contains the full effects of the note.
  2. The instrument to write with can be anything, e.g., cosmetics, blood, etc. as long as it can write directly into the note and remains legible letters.
  3. Even the original owners of the Death Note, gods of death, do not know much about the note.

VIII

  1. You may also write the cause and/or details of death prior to filling in the name of the individual. Be sure to insert the name in front of the written cause of death. You have about nineteen days according to the human calendar in order to fill in a name.
  2. Even if you do not actually possess the Death Note, the effect will be the same if you can recognize the person and his/her name to place in the blank.

VIX

  1. The Death Note will not affect those under 780 days old.
  2. The Death Note will be rendered useless if the victim’s name is misspelled four times.

X

  1. Suicide is a valid cause of death. Basically, all humans are thought to possess the possibility to commit suicide. It is, therefore, not something unbelievable to think of.
  2. Whether the cause of the individual’s death is either a suicide or accident, if the death leads to the death of more than the intended, the person will simply die of a heart attack. This is to ensure that other lives are not influenced

XI

  1. Even after the individual’s name, the time of death, and death condition on the DEATH NOTE were filled out, the time and condition of death can be altered as many times as you want, as long as it is changed within six (6) minutes and four (4)seconds from the time is was filled in. But, of course, this is only possible before the victim dies.
  2. Whenever you want to change anything written on the DEATH NOTE within six (6) minutes and four (4) seconds after you wrote, you must first rule out the characters you want to erase with two straight lines.
  3. As you see above, the time and condition of death can be changed, but once the victim’s name has been written, the individual’s death can never be avoided.

XII

  1. If you lose the DEATH NOTE or have it stolen, you will lose its ownership unless you retrieve it within 490 days.
  2. If you have traded the eye power of a god of death, you will lose the eye power as well as the memory of the DEATH NOTE once you lose its ownership. At the same time, the remaining half of your life will not be restored.

XIII

  1. You may lend the DEATH NOTE to another person while maintaining its ownership. Subletting it to yet another person is possible too.
  2. The borrower of the DEATH NOTE II will not be followed by a death god. The god of death always remains with the owner of the DEATH NOTE. Also, the borrower cannot trade the eyesight of the god of death.

XIV

  1. When the owner of the DEATH NOTE dies while the note is being lent, its ownership will be transferred to the person who is holding it at that time.
  2. If the DEATH NOTE is stolen and the owner is killed by the thief, its ownership will automatically be transferred to the thief.

XV

  1. When the same name is written on more than two DEATH NOTES, the note which was first filled in will take effect, regardless of the time of death.
  2. If writing the same name on more than two DEATH NOTES is completed within a 0.6 second difference, it is regarded as simultaneous. The DEATH NOTE will not take effect and the individual written will not die.

XVI

  1. The god of death must at least own one DEATH NOTE. The DEATH NOTE must never be lent to or written on by a human.
  2. Exchanging and writing on the DEATH NOTE between the gods of death is no problem

XVII

  1. If the god of death decides to use the DEATH NOTE to kill the assassin of an individual he favors, the individual’s life will be extended, but the god of death will not die.
  2. The dead god of death will disappear, but the DEATH NOTE will remain. The ownership of this DEATH NOTW is usually carried over to the next god of death that touches it, but it is common sense that it is returned to the great god of death.

XVIII

  1. Only by touching each other’s DEATH NOTE can human individuals who own the DEATH NOTE in the human world recognize the appearance or voice of each other’s god of death.
  2. An individual with the eye power of a god of death can see the same and life span of other humans by looking at that person’s face. By possessing the DEATH NOTE, an individual gains the ability to kill and stops being a victim. From this point, a person with the DEATH NOTE cannot see the life span of other DEATH NOTE owners, including him/herself. But it is not really necessary for the individual to view the life span of him/herself nor other DEATH NOTE owners.
  3. The god of death must not tell humans the names or life spans of individuals he sees. This is to avoid confusion in the human world.

XIX

  1. It is prerequisite for the DEATH NOTE used in the human world that a living god of death makes sure that the human in the human world use it.
  2. It is very difficult to consider that a god of death who has possessed a human could die, but if he should die, the DEATH NOTE that he brought into the human world will not lose its power.

XX

  1. In order to see the names and life spans of humans by using the eye power of the god of death, the owner must look at more than half of that person’s face. When looking from top to bottom, he must look at least from the head to the nose. If he looks at only the eyes and under, he will not be able to see the person’s name and life span. Also, even though some parts of the face, for example the eyes, nose, or mouth are hidden, if he can basically see the whole face, he will be able to see the person’s name and life span. It is still not clear how much exposure is needed to tell the name and life span, and this needs to be verified.
  2. If above conditions are met, names and life spans can be seen through photos and pictures, no matter how old they are. But this is sometimes influenced by the vividness and size. Also, names and life spans cannot be seen by face drawings, however realistic they may be.

XXI

  1. Those with the eye power of the god of death will have the eyesight of over 3.6 in the human measurement, regardless of their original eyesight.

XXII

  1. The individuals who lose the ownership of the DEATH NOTE will also lose their memory of the usage of the DEATH NOTE. This does not mean that he will lose all the memory from the day he owned it to the day he loses the possession, but means he will lose the memory involving the DEATH NOTE.

XXIII

  1. Whenever an individual with ownership of more than two DEATH NOTES loses possession to one of the DEATH NOTES, he will not be able to recognize that DEATH NOTE’S god of death’s appearance or voice anymore. The god of death himself will leave, but all the memory involving that DEATH NOTE will remain as long as he maintains ownership of at least one other DEATH NOTE.

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Carelessness

Mar 19, ’09 4:05 PM

It haunts us and strips us of the things that we hold dear.

It was nearing midnight, and I was in the net café somewhere near Robinsons, enjoying the evanescent bliss net surfing promises. I didn’t notice I have downloaded more than I was supposed to, and the free space in the USB key that Redh has just bought almost turned to half the original size. Oh well, I can delete some of the contents anyway as soon as I’ve transferred them to our PC at home. So I went on. Music, games, Word documents . . . Whatever pleased my eyes. Then the computer seemed to withdraw its alliance from me when it showed an error on the screen: Not Responding. Is this a hint that I should be going home and not wander around town in this lateness of the night? No. I remembered I am the optimistic type, and I was not wandering around but staying put, if you know what I mean. And Redh was just on the far side in one of the cubicles in the games section. He seemed to be having a good time and it would be a blunder to try and talk him into going home. “It’s still 11:10 p.m. and the night is still young,” I could hear him say. It was Saturday, nonetheless.

Fortunately, the computer changed its mind and decided to process my request, downloading in the only speed it could hold out. The attendant was right when she told me earlier that night that their connection was slow.

Finally, it was midnight, and my eyes were sore owing to the monitor’s adverse effect. My mind murmured about staying awake, but he seemed to not get along well with my body. So I decided to ping Redh. I knew he was at the verge of his game, judging from the loud throng of gamers, straining their eyes on the screen and pounding on the keyboard, not to mention the constant hollering and cursing when they were at a disadvantage. But I was persistent. I had to be; else, I would fall in a slumber. The thrill of seeing my downloaded stuff was beside the point. Then Dear pinged me back. “Last na ni.” After what seemed like hours, he came to my cubicle and beckoned me to go.

Next thing I knew, I found myself in a dim room. And just when I stepped in and flicked on the light, a thought slipped into my brain. Snap! Where’s the USB!


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Courage. Women.

Mar 19, ’09 12:56 PM

I got this message from a colleague at work (who, methinks, might’ve also received it from somebody else). It somehow gave me that feel-good marvel, so I’m sharing it. This goes to all the ladies out there.

Instead of remembering the wrong that men have committed against women, let us remember today what women can do to right the wrong committed against them.

Women, arm yourselves with the necessary weapons to fight abuse:education, skills, training, and awareness of your rights as human beings. Get an education. Acquire skills. Develop self-esteem. Build a career. Travel. Pursue your dreams. Do not be in such a hurry to commit to marriage and motherhood.

Work towards self-reliance and financial independence. A woman with education and income is a woman with greater choices and courage—before and after marriage. In fact, do not even consider entering into a contract of marriage until you have acquired enough education to get gainful employment and the means to support, at least, yourself in the lifestyle you desire.

Do not marry to fulfill financial needs. You will be selling your “soul” and “self”. Do not marry to seek happiness. You will be putting an impossible burden on another human being. Do not marry because you are pregnant. Marriage is not the solution to unplanned parenthood. Do not marry into independence. It is simply suicide.

Marry when you are happy and fulfilled. Marry when you have trekked and traveled where you’ve always wanted. Marry when you have fallen and failed but have risen and triumphed. Marry when you have pursued your passions and have learned life’s lessons.

Marry when you’ve had  enough significant human experience to bring wisdom and maturity to a marriage. Marry when you don’t need to—for survival, but want to—for significance.

If you believe you have found the right man, ask yourself this question, “Can you live without this man despite everything that you feel for him?” If the answer is “yes,” then he’s probably the right one. Take heed of the Nepalese mantra: “The best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.” Walk away from the man you believe you cannot live without and you will learn to live quite ably by yourself.

Women, wake up. Do not expect marriage or support when you get pregnant by design. Do not expect respect from sex used as leverage. Do not expect love to spring from entrapment. Do not expect loyalty to come from betrayal. Do not expect men to leave their wives. Stop looking to men as saviors of your misfortunes. Stop looking to men as cash cows. Stop looking to men as scapegoats for your miseries. Take full responsibility for your actions. You cannot fight abuse and discrimination without skills, knowledge, and education. Develop your mind, spirit, and body. Train not only for mental and emotional rigors but also for physical ones. Don’t look to men for advice, protection, guidance, or rescue. Look to yourself for the solutions to your problems. You cannot fight for parity without courage, the courage to be self-contained, the courage to be whole, the courage to be complete—without a MAN.


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Shamefaced

Mar 15, ’09 11:27 AM

Why is it so hard to blend in? As if you wanna shrink and hide in the pocket of your pants for a while until you cut loose from your shackled self. But when you’ve physically left the cold place, you forgot to take your thoughts with you and they get sadly left behind. And there’s definitely no way of going back. You never want your efforts to just go to waste like that, would you? There’s only one way to go-to move forward without ever looking back. Sometimes you wonder: Does the mind have eyes that it can see through everything you have renounced behind your back?

Why is it so hard to blend in? As if you wanna vanish from everybody’s sight like a shadow in a dim room. And the light becomes your transient enemy that you don’t wanna get near it or be caught by it just yet. And you’re left groping in the dark with nothing but pure self-will to get reunited with the light again without being emotionally arrested for it. What I wouldn’t give to come face-to-face with it and feel its warm radiance on my frosty face.

Why is it so hard to blend in? As if you wanna stay still and immovable like a wall decoration that conceals itself in a perfect camouflage. And the dragged swinging of the clock’s pendulum hurts your eyes and its slow ticking not much of music to your ears. As if time has sabotaged everything, leaving you inane. And though you refuse to succumb to the unyielding force, resistance becomes futile and the zest of shaking these nightmares off remains so elusive.

The wait goes on forever.


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Nostalgia

Nov 2, ’08 8:02 AM

Nobody can deny it. I went over some of mine recently and, for a moment, hated myself for allowing the feeling to get to me. It can’t be helped. See, my sister told me I am close to God, and she’s the sole person to have said to me that for the first time. She said so because during her latest birthday, I didn’t give her any present, nothing material at least. Instead, I told her I’d just pray that God would grant them (her and my brother-in-law) their prayer through all the six years of their marriage—to have a baby. I know they have been through all the murky marshes of situations, and I thought it was about time for them both to be happy. Funny though, I said that to her only in a whim. And by some twist of fate, after what seemed like only days, I received peculiar news from her that she was bearing their first-born. And the odd thing is she believed it happened because of me, because I prayed for them to have a baby. By sheer coincidence, I was thought by my sister to be close to God. Not a bad inkling, but I doubt if that’s close to truth either. Though I have been trying all the days of my life to draw closer to Him, and I can feel that I have made some progress.

Coincidence. It happens.

My 6.8 lb. niece first saw the world last October 21 at 8:55 AM. I was practically dumbfounded upon hearing the pleasant surprise, mouth gaping in astonishment and ajar. I’m going to be a godmother soon. Good? You have no idea.


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Decent Silence

Oct 15, ’08 7:39 AM

I was up late yesterday grappling over neat thread of thoughts that seemed to have eluded me for quite some time now. I haven’t been a little less tired of hearing myself say this, like a hackneyed sales talk, but for the nth time, it irks me. It irks me to hear people tell me the one thing I’m so not eager to hear. What’s wrong with you people? For one, being silent, like literally not talking, which is acknowledged by many to be a sign of weakness, matter-of-factly is strength.

Silence prevents you from sinning. I couldn’t keep count of the times when I had to take all the restraint I have to keep my pent-up displeasures intact in order not to rub somebody the wrong way. Though, for the record, I haven’t been downright successful.

Silence allows you to shrug off deluded thoughts. Especially in wanting to squeeze something out of a person, it isn’t in some inadvertent chatting that you bare his soul, or he bares yours. There’s a good reason why silent and listen are closely lettered together.

Silence can save your face. Simple. When somebody doesn’t talk, it’s because he doesn’t wanna talk. There are loads of possibilities, but I’m pretty sure one o’ them is because he’s not all that agog at chinwagging with you. It’s not that his voice deserted him or something of the sort.

So hush all the tosh and go away.


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The Mysterious Play

Jul 26, ’08 3:57 PM

Fushigi Yuugi. I just finished all fifty-two episodes yesterday, which made me realize something really important. I am a girl, after all.

It’s the first shōjo (a term used in English to refer to manga aimed at a female audience) anime i have watched in ages. Ever since Redh introduced me to the world of Japanese-style motion picture animation, i became glued to shōnen (opposite of shōjo) animes, i.e., Naruto, Death Note, Trigun, Detective Conan, Shaman King, Flame of Recca, Hunter X hunter, Hajime no Ippo (released as Knock Out in the Philippines), and Yuyu Hakusho (or Ghost Fighter). It was all thanks to that DVD vendor at the foot of the pedestrian walkway near Robinson’s that we took a hold of this anime classic. Now i know why my girl friends from way back in high school were so hooked into it they talked about it almost all the time. Yeah, it’s an anime for the teens, but along the way, with a taste of neat obscenity, one might think of blaming early pregnancies to the likes of this TV show. Here’s a link of what the story is all about: http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=178.


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Top 13 Blogs (Part 1)

I was scanning some past blogs I posted at Multiply and felt a tiny twinge of guilt leaving them all behind. Multiply and I have been together for years and the last thing I wanna do is say goodbye, all things considered. So to give my former home full credit, I’ve rounded up some of my blog entries here to share.

From latest to earliest, here are 5 of them:

Please. Don’t.

Posted on Aug 8, ’09 12:43 PM

I never realized how things could suddenly change so fast until now. One minute we’re affectionately cuddling and exchanging sweet nothings and on another, we squabble. I hate squabbles. It drains my energy and it’s so hard to replenish lost ones. The feeling beckons me back to my old dark self. I hate the darkness. Believe me. I’ve been through hell.  Please don’t shun me back.

I know you have questions. Lots of them in your pretty little head. And though you know the answers already, you still throw them at me.  And I know the best thing to do is to answer.

I answered.

And then another blow hit me right on the face. Didn’t I just answer that? Or do you want me to tell you an answer you so wanted to hear?

I can’t.

It won’t do any good to add insult to the injury. I can’t tell you a lie. Can’t you just believe me and get it over with? Can’t you just leave me be? At peace, yes, at peace.

I kept quiet.

Yes, the next best step is to keep quiet.  Please. It’s been years. We’ve been through this many times already. Aren’t you tired?

I am.

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A Dream

Posted on Aug 1, ’09 10:56 AM

Slept with my stomach full yesterday. I know it’s not good. Spare me the lecture. But it’s not all that bad either. I mean, okay, whatever. So I had a dream. It’s so cool that my mind begged me not to leave it on my pile of forgotten memories.

Characters:

•    Sheila AKA geékachü

•    A prisoner

•    Tiger

Setting:

In an unusual prison cloaked in a grey canopy-like rock mass. The sun was just setting.

Plot:

No. I wasn’t a detainee but an onlooker. As to why I was there, I don’t exactly know. Maybe my unconscious self had a small talk with my other self about the Cebu dancing inmates and how I was invited to come watch them and then cancelled on the last minute. I know. I’m sorry. So yeah, the story began. It was in the outskirts of the city. It didn’t look like somewhere near the city, what with the cave and rock masses surrounding the prison. And to have you a better picture, it’s not a big one. It only consists of a single cell with one person. I don’t know him at all. A complete stranger. And again, I don’t know why I was there. Dreams can sometimes be so mysterious and weird. The weirder part is what’s on the other side of the cell. A huge, fierce, and hungry tiger. Seriously! As you may have predicted already, the action commences.

It was all because of that egoistic prisoner. He somehow managed to break himself free from the shackles that bound him and rip open the iron bars using only his bare hands. And then as if in a snap, he vanished. Picture this. Me, cell with the prisoner, tiger. So I and the tiger were on opposite sides of the cell. He wouldn’t have reached me if not for the stupid maniac in the middle who tore the divider and opened a gateway for the tiger to set his eyes on me. I was trembling. I learned when I was a kid to not move a muscle when a dog tries to chase. I mistook the tiger for a dog. I never moved a muscle. But the tiger did not seem amused. He made a weird gesture. (Was that a snicker just now?) And then moved one step closer to me. I mimicked him and tried, to the very best of my ability, to move stealthily away. I was successful for the first few steps but not for long.

He started to lunge directly at my face. I dodged it. I ran and ran and ran. I was breathing hard. Panting. The next turn of events had me fighting for dear life as the tiger was so adamant at having me for dinner. It was obvious he hasn’t eaten for days or even months. Is he the warden in charge of guarding that prison-breaking hulk? Maybe he’s a human taking only a monster’s form. But I didn’t have the luxury of time to accommodate these thoughts. I just had to keep running. I could no longer feel my legs. I swerved in a miniscule crook. I couldn’t continue running. I hid there. For a moment, I was sure I was safe. I quietly heaved a deep sigh of relief. But in a matter of split second, he was there again! I couldn’t move. I was so afraid. The tiger knocked the lights out of me.

There’s a ringing. It gets louder and louder it hurt my eardrums.

Oh, it’s the alarm. Time to wake up!

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8 Things You’d Most Likely Do While Watching TRANSFORMERS: REVENGE OF THE FALLEN

Posted on Jul 5, ’09 3:42 PM

Sunday. Redh’s birthday. I finally raised the white flag of surrender about not watching Transformers in the big screen. It’s his day, okay. Plus it’s his treat, which is why I obliged in the first place. (Shush! I love you, Dear.) As my fingers were intertwined with his, head slightly leaned to his side, my mind began scribbling random thoughts of its own accord. Unable to quell such quenchless desires, the nerd in me (He teases me “nerd” although I prefer to be addressed as a “geek.” No other special reason than I just like the sound of it, geek.) dominated for a while, and he most likely succeeded for this blog would have been nonexistent. If you’ve watched the flick, you most probably did one or two of these things. And if you haven’t yet, you most probably will.

1.    Scream “Run, Shia, run!” I sometimes wonder if a stuntman could have done better in most of his recent roles because that’s just what he does all the time—run, chase, run. It’s the common denominator of movies he’s done so far. If you didn’t take notes, in no particular order, he kept running from the authorities in Eagle Eye; he plunged into extensive chase scenes in Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull; and, of course, you know what happened in the first Transformers movie. I know he can do better than that.

2.    Realize that beauty and brains seldom mix. Look at Megan’s role. Aside from running with Shia, I don’t remember any important lines she’s said so far. Like, okay, you’re an eye candy. And then what? If she had been a blondie, it could all add up. Don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against blondies. I love Madonna and her diabolical image. But you know the joke, right?

3.    Get enthralled by Megan’s ridiculously foxy lips. Has anybody told her that it gets annoyingly distracting sometimes? Maybe it’s too much lip gloss. Maybe it’s her pouty lips. Or maybe it’s just me? It’s distracting all the same.

4.    Hum to Greenday’s “21 Guns.” I love Greenday, no question to that. They’re on top of my fave list. Well, one of those on top. And I’m in the process of memorizing the song’s lyrics as we speak. I’m just bothered with the line “nothing’s ever built to last” though. Well, Optimus Prime did, didn’t he? (spoiler!)

5.    Cry to the point of laughing. I know you’re not a lunatic. I’m not either. And even if I were, I’m not crazy enough to admit. Duh! Made sense so far? Well there’s this one (or maybe two, but for me one) moment where you realize how Transformers could be a real tearjerker. Awww… But there goes my seatmate again, blowing my sentimental moment. What else could I do but laugh? Or maybe smile and then laugh. I just hate it when he does that. I mean, I’m a crybaby dammit, and I usually like a movie when it touches my heart to the point of crying. Well, I forgive you, Dear. Don’t get spoiled though.

6.    Laugh to the point of tears. That happens to everyone. Self explanatory. Besides, what good is a movie without a good laugh?

7.    Sing to Linkin Park’s “New Divide.” Glad Chester decided to quit screaming and belting high notes for a while. Cuz it would have been a bit wearing. Jus’ like when we hear Papa Roach, what’s the first thing that comes to mind? They’re a hard rock band so you expect close-to-metal music. But they managed to send the message across that they can be versatile too. That’s when they gave us a different flavor in the song “Scars,” which was a big hit. And I love it! I’m pretty sure I’ll love “New Divide” as well.

8.    Gape in astonishment. No words, just gaping. Oh wipe that moist forming and starting to cascade from your mouth, will yah! Gross!

I’m hungry. (See how I somehow unconsciously connected those two words? Gross and hungry. Well, it seems I’m not all that squeamish now.) There’s still leftover from the night before. It’s 2:40 in the morning. Gotta go eat. Later!

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Web Content Copywriter

Posted on Jun 26, ’09 9:55 AM

I am a graduate of Commerce major in Accounting Management and I’m applying for a writer post. Sure, that doesn’t sound like a good equation. Well, I suck at equations so I’m trying to make amends with words… and paragraphs. Had it not been for the scarcity of course choices where I came from, I might’ve been a pro writer right now. S’what happens when you end up in a course you hate, not even not like. So there. And I miraculously made it to the end of the puddle-laden dirt path. Thanks to friends and classmates who donated some of their brain cells just to keep mine fired up. (This is the part where you try to read the in-betweens.) I especially can’t dismiss some chapters of student life that offered a barrage of mind-blowing problems when I clearly had enough on my plate:

1. Long short quizzes –    Just like short stories. Seriously, where did this idea come from?

2. Open-notes quizzes –    My favorite. Not when the answers aren’t on my notes because I didn’t have notes to begin with.

3. Problem solving –    The time to make friends. Please, don’t judge me just yet.  I’m friendly, okay. (What few people say, at least.)

4. Recitations –    Piece of cake. You know when you just speak like a fluent bird from the West and then flash some charm, that most of the time does the trick. They don’t care if it’s the wrong or right answer as long as you say it in a way they can’t. Try it! It works!

5. Assignments –    Picture a child who can’t find his all-time cherished toy after winning a game in hide-and-seek. (Did that even make sense?)

6. Prelims –    This leaves me with an empty pocket. Photocopy here, photocopy there. A price you pay for not paying attention.

7. Midterms –    When library cards are especially helpful. If only I had one.

8. Semi-finals –    An eventful time. Probably because I was out working with the school publication guys that I forget I have exams the same week.

9. Finals –    Finally, the archway of completion nears. Throwing of graduation hats makes you feel you’ve done it. Then a strand of your mind flickers. What now?

Expectedly, I shifted from one craft to another and decided to call myself a shifter (just because jack-of-all-trades has been widely used and abused many times already). I realize I’m not supposed to give away my resumé here so I won’t talk much on that regard. I know you won’t mind.

Another thing I know is I love to write. I was born to write, and more. I can’t stop now, can I?

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When Day Turns to Night

Posted on May 16, ’09 10:11 PM

For nocturnal blood, it becomes normal to nod off at any time of the day. For the most part, it’s because nighttime is when they’re most active while daytime is, well, when they go to sleep. This isn’t about vampires, no. (I’m not used to spoon feeding these days so try and get the hint.) Well yeah, sleeping when everybody else is awake and keeping yourself awake when everybody else is enjoying their time in dreamland has somehow become a culture for most of us. Dinner becomes breakfast and lunches happen during midnight. Like you live in a totally different world under the same sky.

As usual, I was dozing off at a familiar time of the day until after around 3 hours of oversleeping. When suddenly I unconsciously heard myself sobbing. That happens all the time but this one’s so freakin’ out of the ordinary. Usually I dream about being chased by a killer, or falling off my bed, or screaming at the top of my lungs with no voice coming out. But this time, it seemed as if I was being mocked by death itself. Not a big deal if it was me dying, but no, it wasn’t. It was my father no less! You see, losing one parent when you were only about 6 years old is already problematic.

As I awoke with morning breath (note: it was 6 o’clock in the evening), I fumbled through the clutter on my bedside table and, after spilling and dropping a thing or two, found my cell phone in between my two trembling hands. I hurriedly input the five-digit lock code and the LCD started to light, which harshly hurt my eyes. After scrolling contacts, I finally found his number and pressed Call. It seemed like forever until I heard a familiar voice on the other end of the line. It was my younger sister. I know my voice doesn’t sound so me on the telephone (plus the fact that I just woke up) so she asked who was calling. I didn’t have time to answer her and instead blurted out with “Asa si Papa?” She seemed to understand the urgency in my tone so she handed it to him in no time.

Mai? (They call me Mai-Mai at home.)

Pa?

O, tawag man lagi ka?

Aw . . (heaving a big sigh of relief) Ugma nako padala nimo ha.

Ug unsa? (He sounded clueless of what was going on. Christmas was the last time we spoke so he probably forgot, but I promised to send him money every month, which I haven’t really been doing for some time now. I felt like slapping myself but thought better of it.)

Kwarta . . . (Voice starting to break.)

The conversation continued for only a few minutes then the line got cut. A great timing because by that time, I already lost the capability to pull myself together and reflexively broke down into tears. I thought of going to the nearest store to buy load and then my thumb started pushing letters on the keypad. Sent.

I was back in my dark room. I didn’t have time to switch on the light and the whirring of the electric fan didn’t occur to me until I got up and began clearing my thoughts. I remembered I didn’t say a prayer before I went to bed earlier that day, which is when nightmares haunt me. I’ve realized that so many times already but you know how stubborn I am (or just forgetful).

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