WHAT: Mizuno Infinity Run: RACE DAY // 5K, 10K, 15K // Open Category // Age Category // “Beat Your Own Time” Category
WHEN: Aprill 11, 2010 // Check-in time: 4:00 - 5:00 AM // Race time: 15K - 5:30 AM; 10K - 5:45 AM; 5K - 6:00 AM
WHERE: Global city, Fort Bonifacio, Taguig city // STARTING POINT: Federacion Drive (near NBC tent & the Fort Strip)
FEES: PhP450 for 15K & PhP400 for 10k & 5k (PhP50 discount for 2009 participants)
PRIZES: Cash prizes & Mizuno items for OPEN CATEGORY // Medals & Mizuno items for AGE CATEGORY // Mizuno items, Suunto watches, Oakley eyewear for “BEAT YOUR OWN TIME” CATEGORY
Non-refundable entry fee: Php 450 (15K) ; Php 400 (10K and 5K). Race packet includes a special edition Mizuno Infinity bag and a finisher shirt
For more information, call 757-3160 loc 515 or email infinityrun@mizuno.ph
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signed up for the 15K run. better start training asap. hmmm.... actually no matter how hard i train, a week and a half won't be enough. i've been living a sedentary life for the past four weeks. running 15K is tantamount to suicide. hehe.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
kings of convenience live in manila
Kings of Convenience LIVE in Manila!
March 17th, in Concerts, Events by Andrea Torres
Intercept! Productions is pleased to announce KINGS OF CONVENIENCE LIVE IN MANILA on Wednesday, March 31st, 2010 at NBC Tent. Swedish indie-pop musician Jens Lekman will be opening the show, as an added bonus for Intercept! patrons.
Tickets are available for P1950 at the following outlets:
KATE TORRALBA
Greenbelt 5, 2/f
Makati
Mon-Sun 11am - 9pm
MAGNET HIGH STREET
2nd flr Cluster B-3
Bonifacio High Street
Taguig
Mon-Sat 11am - 2am
ROUTE 196
196-A Katipunan Ave
Blue Ridge A
Quezon City
Mon-Sat 6pm - 3am
For more info you may visit http://www.splintr.com
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if you have 1950 pesos to spare, you better watch them...
unfortunately for me, i have budget contraints. just paid 15K for a new set of bridgestone tires. unforeseen expense... nice timing huh?
so i'll be just listening to mrs. cold, toxic girl, winning a battle losing the war (my all-time favorite kings of convenience song), misread, i'd rather dance with you, etc on my ipod. bummer.
March 17th, in Concerts, Events by Andrea Torres
Intercept! Productions is pleased to announce KINGS OF CONVENIENCE LIVE IN MANILA on Wednesday, March 31st, 2010 at NBC Tent. Swedish indie-pop musician Jens Lekman will be opening the show, as an added bonus for Intercept! patrons.
Tickets are available for P1950 at the following outlets:
KATE TORRALBA
Greenbelt 5, 2/f
Makati
Mon-Sun 11am - 9pm
MAGNET HIGH STREET
2nd flr Cluster B-3
Bonifacio High Street
Taguig
Mon-Sat 11am - 2am
ROUTE 196
196-A Katipunan Ave
Blue Ridge A
Quezon City
Mon-Sat 6pm - 3am
For more info you may visit http://www.splintr.com
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if you have 1950 pesos to spare, you better watch them...
unfortunately for me, i have budget contraints. just paid 15K for a new set of bridgestone tires. unforeseen expense... nice timing huh?
so i'll be just listening to mrs. cold, toxic girl, winning a battle losing the war (my all-time favorite kings of convenience song), misread, i'd rather dance with you, etc on my ipod. bummer.
the foodie culture of ateneo
http://www.ourawesomeplanet.com/awesome/2010/03/the-foodie-culture-of-ateneo-through-a-lasalistas-pov.html#more
nice article by anton diaz.
i need to visit ateneo really soon. so many new stuff... food galore.
nice article by anton diaz.
i need to visit ateneo really soon. so many new stuff... food galore.
Friday, March 26, 2010
a letter to no one
the hints were there all along, but i guess i refused (for a time, at least) to see them. that's the way with most people i suppose - sometimes we create illusions for ourselvers to make us forget of uncontrollably hopeless situations. sometimes we go too far and actually take the as a reality and replace the truth with our own self-indulgent fantasies. in my case, i fabricated this grand illusion that maybe it would be possible for me to win your affections, your love, even. illusions are like a house build of cards. the higher it gets, the more likely it is to topple. it's alright to build, say, a three-story house of cards, but if you go too far and make it too high, the laws of probability and gravity will bring that house crashing down. unfortunately, i made the mistake of building too high, and of course, the illusion came crashing down on me.
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Expectation is the root of all heartache.
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Expectation is the root of all heartache.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
tonight at saguijo
revolver production presents taken by cars and franco tonight at saguijo cafe.
this would be my first time to see franco perform live. i'm guessing it will be a jam packed event. so dress comfortably...
this would be my first time to see franco perform live. i'm guessing it will be a jam packed event. so dress comfortably...
skinnydipping with skeeneedee
old article written by good friends shaun ramos and dinno racho for SULYAP (the official CERSA News Group), second semester of SY 1998 - 1999.
skeeneedee should have a reunion concert soon! haha.
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We call CERSA the haven of many talents or better yet the newest Ateneo talent center. why you ask? Many of its talented babies have already joined the dancing CADS, the rocking RAMP, the charismatic TA (Tanghalang Ateneo) and ENTABLADO, etc. Lately, two Ateneo bands, Skeeneedee and Rubberduckies, are making a sensational entrance into the entertainment world of Ateneo. Their unforgettable and amazing performances have already gained them big following. They have joined most of the Ateneo concerts, variety shows, and other events.
Just recently, I chatted with the members of Skeeneedee. They may seem serious during their stage performances but inderneath that deceiving exterior, they are actually a bunch of kalogs. They always make fun of eath other. But who are these guys? “Si Francis ang sa bass, the chickboy ng banda, ngunit siya iyong madalas na nagkakamali.” quips John-B, which everyone agrees to even Francis himself. John-B is the vocalist of the group. “Ako na lang, kasi hindi puwede si Jake, hindi rin puwede si Tatot, at lalo na si Francis!” Jake is on lead and rhythm guitar. Silent as he may seem, he always has the last say on what songs to play for the band. And finally, Tatot is the man behind the drums. They call him the cool guy though they don’t know exactly why he’s it.
Initially, they didn’t really plan to form a band. Once, they were just asked to play for their sophomore batch party. “Game talaga kami for it, so we started practicing. Francis was Jake’s roommate so sali-sali na rin siya. We had to teach Francis how to play the bass kasi wala kaming bass player.” Exclaim Tatot. “Naawa lang sila sa akin, kaya pinasama na lang ako.” Francis continuous.
And that was it. Skeeneedee was formed. Their biggest break came when they were asked to be the front act for the Eraserheads cocert las August 21, 1998 in the Cervini quad. The event was aired live over NU107. After that, more gigs came their way. They were able to play for AMP’s Rites of Passage concert, MISA’s Y2K party, and a lot more. Asked about their most memorable gigs, John-B mentions three. One was a Musmos concert. He said the kids were going gaga over Francis that the band had to be escorted off the stage. “Para kaming star!” Another was the Loyola Mountaineers party held at Freedom bar. There, they were able to perform with great bands such as Parokya ni Edgar. Their gig at Moose Bar in Timog was also memorable. They were given a whole set to play their songs. This was equivalent to 10 songs, a first time feat for the band.
The band attributes different musical influences for their kind of music. But alternative music has always been their specialty. Their songs delve mainly on the up-tempo beat of Offspring or Sublime. Favorite of the band, and their fans are the songs “What I Got” by Sublime and “Come Out and Play” by Offspring.
So what does it take to be the distinguished band to replace the legendary Rubberduckies who will be graduating? It takes practice in PowerChords, the former World Beat or Sounds Familiar, three jamming stations where the band always frequent. Adding to that is the burden of lugging around the bass and electric guitar and cramping each equipment and each band member into one trike. The band also gives significance to a little experience with other bands in the past. Johb-B and Jake were bandmates in high school. They also had a band during their freshmen year in college. Francis also was rocking his head off during high school. Tatot, whom all the band members unanimously agree to be the best in the band, also had experience with a lot of other bands during his high school days.
With all the hassle of impending superstardom, how does the band handle all the pressure? Fortunately, they have other venues releasing the stress of being in a band. John-B and Tatot are busy playing basketball for CERSA Team. Francis and Jake are busy with the flock of chicks they have to attend to. All of them are members of the CERSA Soccer Team. They also hold a twice a semester bonding session called SNOW (Skeeneedee Nigh-Out Weekend). What happens during this night still remains a mystery.
What does the future hold for them? According to vocalist John-B, they want to shift attention from singing cover songs to making their own original compositions. According to bass player Francis, in line with his chickboy image, the band is seeking to become the premiere boy band of the Philippines. With the rate they are going now, it could all become a reality
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where are they now? 10 years after....
tatot is now a businessman based in butuan after spending 8 years working for a multimedia company in ortigas.
jake is one of the most sought-after photographers in the metro. if you read uno, rogue, fhm, etc, you've probably seen his works.
john-b is still john-b. he is a husband, an environmental consultant and a internet cafe owner.
francis is me. he lives a boring life as an extremely loyal corporate slave - working for the same firm for over 9 years. he is still single and definitely ready to mingle. haha.
we never got to compose original songs... we got lazy and work got in the way. but music still is, and will forever be part of us. i have a 110G music collection in my hard drive!!! my precious...
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our fifteen minutes of fame. good old days. i do miss playing for a band. i actually want to form one. i already have a band name in mind.
alpha q
what do you think? LOL.
skeeneedee should have a reunion concert soon! haha.
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We call CERSA the haven of many talents or better yet the newest Ateneo talent center. why you ask? Many of its talented babies have already joined the dancing CADS, the rocking RAMP, the charismatic TA (Tanghalang Ateneo) and ENTABLADO, etc. Lately, two Ateneo bands, Skeeneedee and Rubberduckies, are making a sensational entrance into the entertainment world of Ateneo. Their unforgettable and amazing performances have already gained them big following. They have joined most of the Ateneo concerts, variety shows, and other events.
Just recently, I chatted with the members of Skeeneedee. They may seem serious during their stage performances but inderneath that deceiving exterior, they are actually a bunch of kalogs. They always make fun of eath other. But who are these guys? “Si Francis ang sa bass, the chickboy ng banda, ngunit siya iyong madalas na nagkakamali.” quips John-B, which everyone agrees to even Francis himself. John-B is the vocalist of the group. “Ako na lang, kasi hindi puwede si Jake, hindi rin puwede si Tatot, at lalo na si Francis!” Jake is on lead and rhythm guitar. Silent as he may seem, he always has the last say on what songs to play for the band. And finally, Tatot is the man behind the drums. They call him the cool guy though they don’t know exactly why he’s it.
Initially, they didn’t really plan to form a band. Once, they were just asked to play for their sophomore batch party. “Game talaga kami for it, so we started practicing. Francis was Jake’s roommate so sali-sali na rin siya. We had to teach Francis how to play the bass kasi wala kaming bass player.” Exclaim Tatot. “Naawa lang sila sa akin, kaya pinasama na lang ako.” Francis continuous.
And that was it. Skeeneedee was formed. Their biggest break came when they were asked to be the front act for the Eraserheads cocert las August 21, 1998 in the Cervini quad. The event was aired live over NU107. After that, more gigs came their way. They were able to play for AMP’s Rites of Passage concert, MISA’s Y2K party, and a lot more. Asked about their most memorable gigs, John-B mentions three. One was a Musmos concert. He said the kids were going gaga over Francis that the band had to be escorted off the stage. “Para kaming star!” Another was the Loyola Mountaineers party held at Freedom bar. There, they were able to perform with great bands such as Parokya ni Edgar. Their gig at Moose Bar in Timog was also memorable. They were given a whole set to play their songs. This was equivalent to 10 songs, a first time feat for the band.
The band attributes different musical influences for their kind of music. But alternative music has always been their specialty. Their songs delve mainly on the up-tempo beat of Offspring or Sublime. Favorite of the band, and their fans are the songs “What I Got” by Sublime and “Come Out and Play” by Offspring.
So what does it take to be the distinguished band to replace the legendary Rubberduckies who will be graduating? It takes practice in PowerChords, the former World Beat or Sounds Familiar, three jamming stations where the band always frequent. Adding to that is the burden of lugging around the bass and electric guitar and cramping each equipment and each band member into one trike. The band also gives significance to a little experience with other bands in the past. Johb-B and Jake were bandmates in high school. They also had a band during their freshmen year in college. Francis also was rocking his head off during high school. Tatot, whom all the band members unanimously agree to be the best in the band, also had experience with a lot of other bands during his high school days.
With all the hassle of impending superstardom, how does the band handle all the pressure? Fortunately, they have other venues releasing the stress of being in a band. John-B and Tatot are busy playing basketball for CERSA Team. Francis and Jake are busy with the flock of chicks they have to attend to. All of them are members of the CERSA Soccer Team. They also hold a twice a semester bonding session called SNOW (Skeeneedee Nigh-Out Weekend). What happens during this night still remains a mystery.
What does the future hold for them? According to vocalist John-B, they want to shift attention from singing cover songs to making their own original compositions. According to bass player Francis, in line with his chickboy image, the band is seeking to become the premiere boy band of the Philippines. With the rate they are going now, it could all become a reality
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where are they now? 10 years after....
tatot is now a businessman based in butuan after spending 8 years working for a multimedia company in ortigas.
jake is one of the most sought-after photographers in the metro. if you read uno, rogue, fhm, etc, you've probably seen his works.
john-b is still john-b. he is a husband, an environmental consultant and a internet cafe owner.
francis is me. he lives a boring life as an extremely loyal corporate slave - working for the same firm for over 9 years. he is still single and definitely ready to mingle. haha.
we never got to compose original songs... we got lazy and work got in the way. but music still is, and will forever be part of us. i have a 110G music collection in my hard drive!!! my precious...
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our fifteen minutes of fame. good old days. i do miss playing for a band. i actually want to form one. i already have a band name in mind.
alpha q
what do you think? LOL.
why i love summer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NxIC-vzZf64&feature=related
ang init !!! hotter than hell... =)
i welcome summer with open arms.
ang init !!! hotter than hell... =)
i welcome summer with open arms.
book 4: the game
the game by neil strauss is highly entertaining. the secrets to getting the girl of your dreams are revealed in 452 pages of crap. if you're asking yourself "is she out of my league?" the answer is no. nobody is. you just have to play the game.
dick lit at its finest.
dick lit at its finest.
soccer fiesta 2010
http://bleachersbrew.blogspot.com/2010/03/want-to-go-to-watch-world-cup-in-south.html
This will be at the SM Malls on April 10-11 (MAll of Asia), April 17-18 (Mega Mall), and May 1-2 at the Block of SM City North EDSA. It is open to all football enthusiasts as well as newcomers of all ages. There will be fun activities the whole day: interactive gaming, foosball competition, and skills challenges. There will be lots of prizes that will be given away including a chance to win an all expenses paid trip to watch the actual World Cup Finals! You get the opportunity to do that when you participate in the Castrol Skills Challenge (for 18 years old and above). To register and know more about the event, log on to www.soccerfiesta2010.multiply.com.
let's help out in promoting this beautiful game.
filipinos should actually give more focus on football. it's about time to admit that we don't have the height (and size) to excel in basketball.
This will be at the SM Malls on April 10-11 (MAll of Asia), April 17-18 (Mega Mall), and May 1-2 at the Block of SM City North EDSA. It is open to all football enthusiasts as well as newcomers of all ages. There will be fun activities the whole day: interactive gaming, foosball competition, and skills challenges. There will be lots of prizes that will be given away including a chance to win an all expenses paid trip to watch the actual World Cup Finals! You get the opportunity to do that when you participate in the Castrol Skills Challenge (for 18 years old and above). To register and know more about the event, log on to www.soccerfiesta2010.multiply.com.
let's help out in promoting this beautiful game.
filipinos should actually give more focus on football. it's about time to admit that we don't have the height (and size) to excel in basketball.
the earth hour 2010
please participate in the 2010 earch hour.
turn of your lights for one hour on saturday, march 27, 2010, 8:30pm.
global warming is real.
turn of your lights for one hour on saturday, march 27, 2010, 8:30pm.
global warming is real.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
alkohol alkohol...
john mayer just tweeted - alcohol was made for cowboys, sailors, soldiers and the stranded traveler.
let me change/add something...
alcohol was made for cowboys, sailors, soldiers, stranded travelers, and the corporate slave.
happy hour anyone?
let me change/add something...
alcohol was made for cowboys, sailors, soldiers, stranded travelers, and the corporate slave.
happy hour anyone?
ugly truth
pretty people (especially women) don't have to try as hard to get things - may it be money, status, power, or even love.
however, being pretty doesn't always guarantee a fairy tale ending.
http://www.cnngo.com/bangkok/play/gallery-beneath-gliz-bangkoks-pretty-industry-356351?hpt=C2
however, being pretty doesn't always guarantee a fairy tale ending.
http://www.cnngo.com/bangkok/play/gallery-beneath-gliz-bangkoks-pretty-industry-356351?hpt=C2
top 10 places you don't want to visit
check out this list.
http://listverse.com/2010/03/22/top-10-places-you-dont-want-to-visit/
10) Great Pacific Garbage Patch (Pacific Ocean)
9) Izu Islands (Japan)
8) The Door to Hell (Turkmenistan)
7) Alnwick Poison Gardens (England)
6) Asbestos Mine (Canada)
5) Ramree IslandBurma (Burma)
4) Yungas Road (Bolivia
3) Mud Volcanoes of Azerbaijan (Azerbaijan)
2) The Zone of Alienation (Eastern Europe)
1) Ilha de Queimada Grande (Brazil)
i actually wanna VISIT THEM ALL !!! i hope you don't find me weird.
exciting and depressing places...
http://listverse.com/2010/03/22/top-10-places-you-dont-want-to-visit/
10) Great Pacific Garbage Patch (Pacific Ocean)
9) Izu Islands (Japan)
8) The Door to Hell (Turkmenistan)
7) Alnwick Poison Gardens (England)
6) Asbestos Mine (Canada)
5) Ramree IslandBurma (Burma)
4) Yungas Road (Bolivia
3) Mud Volcanoes of Azerbaijan (Azerbaijan)
2) The Zone of Alienation (Eastern Europe)
1) Ilha de Queimada Grande (Brazil)
i actually wanna VISIT THEM ALL !!! i hope you don't find me weird.
exciting and depressing places...
the russian standard
guess what. an average russian drinks 15 to 18 liters of vodka a year. hmmmm. looks like russia is the place to be. i wanna get assigned there!!!
http://showbizandstyle.inquirer.net/breakingnews/breakingnews/view/20100324-260547/Vodka-drinking-is-top-killer-of-Russiansstudy
life is short, and we only get to live once. so drink up.
maybe there's some truth in what kurt cobain said. "it's better to burn out than to fade away".
ok then. i should better start saving up for a liver transplant sometime in the future.
http://showbizandstyle.inquirer.net/breakingnews/breakingnews/view/20100324-260547/Vodka-drinking-is-top-killer-of-Russiansstudy
life is short, and we only get to live once. so drink up.
maybe there's some truth in what kurt cobain said. "it's better to burn out than to fade away".
ok then. i should better start saving up for a liver transplant sometime in the future.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
on seeing the 100% perfect girl one beautiful april morning
One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo's fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl.
Tell you the truth, she's not that good-looking. She doesn't stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn't young, either - must be near thirty, not even close to a "girl," properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: She's the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there's a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert.
Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl - one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or graceful fingers, or you're drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant I'll catch myself staring at the girl at the next table to mine because I like the shape of her nose.
But no one can insist that his 100% perfect girl correspond to some preconceived type. Much as I like noses, I can't recall the shape of hers - or even if she had one. All I can remember for sure is that she was no great beauty. It's weird.
"Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% girl," I tell someone.
"Yeah?" he says. "Good-looking?"
"Not really."
"Your favorite type, then?"
"I don't know. I can't seem to remember anything about her - the shape of her eyes or the size of her breasts."
"Strange."
"Yeah. Strange."
"So anyhow," he says, already bored, "what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?"
"Nah. Just passed her on the street."
She's walking east to west, and I west to east. It's a really nice April morning.
Wish I could talk to her. Half an hour would be plenty: just ask her about herself, tell her about myself, and - what I'd really like to do - explain to her the complexities of fate that have led to our passing each other on a side street in Harajuku on a beautiful April morning in 1981. This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock build when peace filled the world.
After talking, we'd have lunch somewhere, maybe see a Woody Allen movie, stop by a hotel bar for cocktails. With any kind of luck, we might end up in bed.
Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.
Now the distance between us has narrowed to fifteen yards.
How can I approach her? What should I say?
"Good morning, miss. Do you think you could spare half an hour for a little conversation?"
Ridiculous. I'd sound like an insurance salesman.
"Pardon me, but would you happen to know if there is an all-night cleaners in the neighborhood?"
No, this is just as ridiculous. I'm not carrying any laundry, for one thing. Who's going to buy a line like that?
Maybe the simple truth would do. "Good morning. You are the 100% perfect girl for me."
No, she wouldn't believe it. Or even if she did, she might not want to talk to me. Sorry, she could say, I might be the 100% perfect girl for you, but you're not the 100% boy for me. It could happen. And if I found myself in that situation, I'd probably go to pieces. I'd never recover from the shock. I'm thirty-two, and that's what growing older is all about.
We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can't bring myself to speak to her. She wears a white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a stamp. So: She's written somebody a letter, maybe spent the whole night writing, to judge from the sleepy look in her eyes. The envelope could contain every secret she's ever had.
I take a few more strides and turn: She's lost in the crowd.
Now, of course, I know exactly what I should have said to her. It would have been a long speech, though, far too long for me to have delivered it properly. The ideas I come up with are never very practical.
Oh, well. It would have started "Once upon a time" and ended "A sad story, don't you think?"
Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actually happened.
One day the two came upon each other on the corner of a street.
"This is amazing," he said. "I've been looking for you all my life. You may not believe this, but you're the 100% perfect girl for me."
"And you," she said to him, "are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I'd pictured you in every detail. It's like a dream."
They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.
As they sat and talked, however, a tiny, tiny sliver of doubt took root in their hearts: Was it really all right for one's dreams to come true so easily?
And so, when there came a momentary lull in their conversation, the boy said to the girl, "Let's test ourselves - just once. If we really are each other's 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. And when that happens, and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we'll marry then and there. What do you think?"
"Yes," she said, "that is exactly what we should do."
And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west.
The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other's 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully.
One winter, both the boy and the girl came down with the season's terrible influenza, and after drifting for weeks between life and death they lost all memory of their earlier years. When they awoke, their heads were as empty as the young D. H. Lawrence's piggy bank.
They were two bright, determined young people, however, and through their unremitting efforts they were able to acquire once again the knowledge and feeling that qualified them to return as full-fledged members of society. Heaven be praised, they became truly upstanding citizens who knew how to transfer from one subway line to another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office. Indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love.
Time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was thirty-two, the girl thirty.
One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:
She is the 100% perfect girl for me.
He is the 100% perfect boy for me.
But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.
A sad story, don't you think?
Yes, that's it, that is what I should have said to her.
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probably the most beautiful and saddest love story ever written...
Tell you the truth, she's not that good-looking. She doesn't stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn't young, either - must be near thirty, not even close to a "girl," properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: She's the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there's a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert.
Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl - one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or graceful fingers, or you're drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant I'll catch myself staring at the girl at the next table to mine because I like the shape of her nose.
But no one can insist that his 100% perfect girl correspond to some preconceived type. Much as I like noses, I can't recall the shape of hers - or even if she had one. All I can remember for sure is that she was no great beauty. It's weird.
"Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% girl," I tell someone.
"Yeah?" he says. "Good-looking?"
"Not really."
"Your favorite type, then?"
"I don't know. I can't seem to remember anything about her - the shape of her eyes or the size of her breasts."
"Strange."
"Yeah. Strange."
"So anyhow," he says, already bored, "what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?"
"Nah. Just passed her on the street."
She's walking east to west, and I west to east. It's a really nice April morning.
Wish I could talk to her. Half an hour would be plenty: just ask her about herself, tell her about myself, and - what I'd really like to do - explain to her the complexities of fate that have led to our passing each other on a side street in Harajuku on a beautiful April morning in 1981. This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock build when peace filled the world.
After talking, we'd have lunch somewhere, maybe see a Woody Allen movie, stop by a hotel bar for cocktails. With any kind of luck, we might end up in bed.
Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.
Now the distance between us has narrowed to fifteen yards.
How can I approach her? What should I say?
"Good morning, miss. Do you think you could spare half an hour for a little conversation?"
Ridiculous. I'd sound like an insurance salesman.
"Pardon me, but would you happen to know if there is an all-night cleaners in the neighborhood?"
No, this is just as ridiculous. I'm not carrying any laundry, for one thing. Who's going to buy a line like that?
Maybe the simple truth would do. "Good morning. You are the 100% perfect girl for me."
No, she wouldn't believe it. Or even if she did, she might not want to talk to me. Sorry, she could say, I might be the 100% perfect girl for you, but you're not the 100% boy for me. It could happen. And if I found myself in that situation, I'd probably go to pieces. I'd never recover from the shock. I'm thirty-two, and that's what growing older is all about.
We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can't bring myself to speak to her. She wears a white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a stamp. So: She's written somebody a letter, maybe spent the whole night writing, to judge from the sleepy look in her eyes. The envelope could contain every secret she's ever had.
I take a few more strides and turn: She's lost in the crowd.
Now, of course, I know exactly what I should have said to her. It would have been a long speech, though, far too long for me to have delivered it properly. The ideas I come up with are never very practical.
Oh, well. It would have started "Once upon a time" and ended "A sad story, don't you think?"
Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actually happened.
One day the two came upon each other on the corner of a street.
"This is amazing," he said. "I've been looking for you all my life. You may not believe this, but you're the 100% perfect girl for me."
"And you," she said to him, "are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I'd pictured you in every detail. It's like a dream."
They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.
As they sat and talked, however, a tiny, tiny sliver of doubt took root in their hearts: Was it really all right for one's dreams to come true so easily?
And so, when there came a momentary lull in their conversation, the boy said to the girl, "Let's test ourselves - just once. If we really are each other's 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. And when that happens, and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we'll marry then and there. What do you think?"
"Yes," she said, "that is exactly what we should do."
And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west.
The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other's 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully.
One winter, both the boy and the girl came down with the season's terrible influenza, and after drifting for weeks between life and death they lost all memory of their earlier years. When they awoke, their heads were as empty as the young D. H. Lawrence's piggy bank.
They were two bright, determined young people, however, and through their unremitting efforts they were able to acquire once again the knowledge and feeling that qualified them to return as full-fledged members of society. Heaven be praised, they became truly upstanding citizens who knew how to transfer from one subway line to another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office. Indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love.
Time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was thirty-two, the girl thirty.
One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:
She is the 100% perfect girl for me.
He is the 100% perfect boy for me.
But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.
A sad story, don't you think?
Yes, that's it, that is what I should have said to her.
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probably the most beautiful and saddest love story ever written...
yvette tan
i've become a fan of yvette tan when i came across this short story entitled "seek ye whore" on rogue mag probably two years ago. i've also recently been following her on tweeter.
you can check some of her haunting short stories on her official website.
http://yvettetan.com/fiction-online/
you can check some of her haunting short stories on her official website.
http://yvettetan.com/fiction-online/
Monday, March 22, 2010
book 3: the sandman 1 - 75
in the span of three weeks, i read at least two thousand comic pages - all 75 issues of sandman, a special, and two short stories. neil gaiman's work of a little over 8 years compressed in three weeks!
the all-nighters, the endless nights, were worth it.
time to stop dreaming for awhile... and start living...
the all-nighters, the endless nights, were worth it.
time to stop dreaming for awhile... and start living...
the sandman: the wake
all good things must come to an end... that's the way it is. and that's the way it should be...
from the wake, the last story arc...
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EBLIS O'SHAUGHNESSY: Sir Librarian -- the young lord in white... who was he?
LUCIEN: He is Dream of the Endless.
EBLIS O'SHAUGHNESSY: He is...? But the wake. The ceremony. I was told that Dream of the Endless was no more.
LUCIEN: Yes.
EBLIS O'SHAUGHNESSY: So... who died?
LUCIEN: Nobody died. How can you kill an idea? How can you kill the personification of an action?
EBLIS O'SHAUGHNESSY: Then what died? Who are you mourning?
ABEL: A point of view.
~
MATTHEW: Lucien? Why did it happen? Why did he let it happen?
LUCIEN: Let it, Matthew? I think he did a little more than let it happen... Charitably... I think... sometimes, perhaps, one must change or die. And, in the end, there were, perhaps, limits to how much he could let himself change.
This is the second brother I have lost, whispered Despair in her shadowy voice, and each of the listeners found herself or himself, or itself, giving an involuntary shiver, and it hurts.
I cared for him, very much. He was so wise; he seemed so certain of the rightness of his actions. And I, who do nothing but doubt, admired that in him. He was a creature of hope, for dreams are hopes, and echoes of hopes. And I am a creature of despair.
And her words moved over his listeners like a black wind blowing across their hearts; and in that moment each of them knew despair.
I think of the first Despair sometimes, said Despair. It must be over a hundred thousand years since anyone thought of her but me... An eyeblink, and she is forgotten. And you will forget: Death of life will take him from your minds. I know, whispered Despair, in her distant, empty voice.
But I shall remember him.
~
DESTRUCTION: You know you could leave all this. It'll carry on all right without you. Come out with me and walk the stars. It's astonishing how much trouble one can get oneself into, if one works at it.
And astonishing how much trouble one can get oneself out of, if one simply assumes that everything will, somehow, or other, work out for the best.
~
DESTRUCTION: Entropy and optimism: the twin forces that make the universe go round.
~
MATTHEW: He was the most important person in the world to me, and he's gone... But you can't kill dreams. Not really.
I mean, despair may be the thing that comes after hope, but there's still hope, right? When there's no hope you might as well be dead.
What's in my heart? A lot of sorrow. A little regret. And the memory of the coolest, strangest, most infuriating boss... friend... boss... I ever had. That's what.
~
And some of them spoke, that day; and some of them were silent. But we do not need to recount every sermon and eulogy. After all, you were there. You may have forgotten, in your waking hours, what you heard that day --
But you will remember it, in the soft, lost slumbering moments between waking and true sleep:.. remembering the whispering voices of the gods of earth and heaven... the piping laughter of innocent chaos... the frightened rustling of cold order...
The voices of the living. The voices of the dead.
They will haunt your sleep until you die.
~
HOB GADLING: Death's a funny thing. I used to think it was a big, sudden thing, like a huge owl that would swoop down out of the night and carry you off. I don't anymore.
I think it's a slow thing. Like a thief who comes to your house day after day, taking a little thing here and a little thing there, and one day you walk round your house and there's nothing there to keep you, nothing to make you want to stay.
And then you lie down and shut up for ever. Lots of little deaths until the last big one.
~
HOB GADLING: There's be an awful neatness to dying here, wouldn't there? Going on to whatever it is one goes on to. Like coming full circle.
DEATH: Is that what you want, Hob? If it is, I can give it to you. Just take my hand.
HOB GADLING: I appreciate the offer. I really do. But I don't think so, love, thanks. I'm not ready to die. Not today. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Anyway, Gwen'd kill me.
from the wake, the last story arc...
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EBLIS O'SHAUGHNESSY: Sir Librarian -- the young lord in white... who was he?
LUCIEN: He is Dream of the Endless.
EBLIS O'SHAUGHNESSY: He is...? But the wake. The ceremony. I was told that Dream of the Endless was no more.
LUCIEN: Yes.
EBLIS O'SHAUGHNESSY: So... who died?
LUCIEN: Nobody died. How can you kill an idea? How can you kill the personification of an action?
EBLIS O'SHAUGHNESSY: Then what died? Who are you mourning?
ABEL: A point of view.
~
MATTHEW: Lucien? Why did it happen? Why did he let it happen?
LUCIEN: Let it, Matthew? I think he did a little more than let it happen... Charitably... I think... sometimes, perhaps, one must change or die. And, in the end, there were, perhaps, limits to how much he could let himself change.
This is the second brother I have lost, whispered Despair in her shadowy voice, and each of the listeners found herself or himself, or itself, giving an involuntary shiver, and it hurts.
I cared for him, very much. He was so wise; he seemed so certain of the rightness of his actions. And I, who do nothing but doubt, admired that in him. He was a creature of hope, for dreams are hopes, and echoes of hopes. And I am a creature of despair.
And her words moved over his listeners like a black wind blowing across their hearts; and in that moment each of them knew despair.
I think of the first Despair sometimes, said Despair. It must be over a hundred thousand years since anyone thought of her but me... An eyeblink, and she is forgotten. And you will forget: Death of life will take him from your minds. I know, whispered Despair, in her distant, empty voice.
But I shall remember him.
~
DESTRUCTION: You know you could leave all this. It'll carry on all right without you. Come out with me and walk the stars. It's astonishing how much trouble one can get oneself into, if one works at it.
And astonishing how much trouble one can get oneself out of, if one simply assumes that everything will, somehow, or other, work out for the best.
~
DESTRUCTION: Entropy and optimism: the twin forces that make the universe go round.
~
MATTHEW: He was the most important person in the world to me, and he's gone... But you can't kill dreams. Not really.
I mean, despair may be the thing that comes after hope, but there's still hope, right? When there's no hope you might as well be dead.
What's in my heart? A lot of sorrow. A little regret. And the memory of the coolest, strangest, most infuriating boss... friend... boss... I ever had. That's what.
~
And some of them spoke, that day; and some of them were silent. But we do not need to recount every sermon and eulogy. After all, you were there. You may have forgotten, in your waking hours, what you heard that day --
But you will remember it, in the soft, lost slumbering moments between waking and true sleep:.. remembering the whispering voices of the gods of earth and heaven... the piping laughter of innocent chaos... the frightened rustling of cold order...
The voices of the living. The voices of the dead.
They will haunt your sleep until you die.
~
HOB GADLING: Death's a funny thing. I used to think it was a big, sudden thing, like a huge owl that would swoop down out of the night and carry you off. I don't anymore.
I think it's a slow thing. Like a thief who comes to your house day after day, taking a little thing here and a little thing there, and one day you walk round your house and there's nothing there to keep you, nothing to make you want to stay.
And then you lie down and shut up for ever. Lots of little deaths until the last big one.
~
HOB GADLING: There's be an awful neatness to dying here, wouldn't there? Going on to whatever it is one goes on to. Like coming full circle.
DEATH: Is that what you want, Hob? If it is, I can give it to you. Just take my hand.
HOB GADLING: I appreciate the offer. I really do. But I don't think so, love, thanks. I'm not ready to die. Not today. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Anyway, Gwen'd kill me.
the sandman: the kindly ones
from the longest story arc... the kindly ones
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MERVYN: There ya go again, Loosh - you can't just come right out and say it, huh? Now me, I'm a straightforward kinda guy, y'know? I mean some of us aren't afraid to call a spade a goddamn shovel.
~
MORPHEUS: I don't recommend revenge. It tends to have repercussions.
~
Rose Walker's Journal: I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love someone. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich, or how to be poor.
They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying.
They don't teach you anything worth knowing.
~
LARISSA: Destinations are often a surprise to the destined.
~
ROSE: Have you ever been in love?
DESIRE: You might say that.
ROSE: Horrible, isn't it?
DESIRE: In what way?
ROSE: It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...
You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.
Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "Maybe we should just be friends" or "How very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way to your heart.
DESIRE: How picturesque.
ROSE: It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that.
Especially not love.
I hate love.
~
MORPHEUS: Did you have a particular boon in mind? When you summoned me here?
NUALA: I wanted you to stay. I... I wanted you to love me.
MORPHEUS: And do you think that love is a gift? Like a bauble, or a trinket? Something I can reach into a pouch and present to you?
NUALA: I gave all my love to you. Years ago.
MORPHEUS: Did you? I did not realize... On reflection, while I cannot give you the thing itself, I could give you a dream of my love.
NUALA: I already have that, my Lord. Please go.
~
DESTINY: Very well. Events will fall as they must. As the events happen, the conflicting destinies will merge into a whole. As the events take place, the conflicting destinies will cease to exist.
This will be felt across worlds and days as a reality storm; and as it plays its course, conflicting realities will fall and spin and shatter across time and existence.
All this is destined to happen. Events that never did happen and now never shall, will cast their conclusions out into the worlds. Cause and effect will jostle, unable to tell quite which came first. The event horizon will come closer and closer. Wrecks and mirages of time and occassion...
Am I the true Destiny?
Are you?
~
MORPHEUS: Rules and responsibilities: these are the ties that bind us. We do what we do, because of who we are. If we did otherwise, we would not be ourselves. I will do what I have to do. And I will do what I must.
~
LUCIFER: I had the hubris originally to regard myself as a collaborator, as a co-author. Very rapidly I found myself reduced to the status of character, following something of a disagreement in the fundamental direction of the Creation.
Now I sometimes feel I'm simply waiting around to see which of us was right, which was wrong. But even if it turns out that I was right, what good does it do me?
So -- what -- I get the thrill of standing at the end of the universe, and saying "See, I was right all the time?" No, I'm better off out of it.
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MERVYN: There ya go again, Loosh - you can't just come right out and say it, huh? Now me, I'm a straightforward kinda guy, y'know? I mean some of us aren't afraid to call a spade a goddamn shovel.
~
MORPHEUS: I don't recommend revenge. It tends to have repercussions.
~
Rose Walker's Journal: I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love someone. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich, or how to be poor.
They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying.
They don't teach you anything worth knowing.
~
LARISSA: Destinations are often a surprise to the destined.
~
ROSE: Have you ever been in love?
DESIRE: You might say that.
ROSE: Horrible, isn't it?
DESIRE: In what way?
ROSE: It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...
You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.
Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "Maybe we should just be friends" or "How very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way to your heart.
DESIRE: How picturesque.
ROSE: It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that.
Especially not love.
I hate love.
~
MORPHEUS: Did you have a particular boon in mind? When you summoned me here?
NUALA: I wanted you to stay. I... I wanted you to love me.
MORPHEUS: And do you think that love is a gift? Like a bauble, or a trinket? Something I can reach into a pouch and present to you?
NUALA: I gave all my love to you. Years ago.
MORPHEUS: Did you? I did not realize... On reflection, while I cannot give you the thing itself, I could give you a dream of my love.
NUALA: I already have that, my Lord. Please go.
~
DESTINY: Very well. Events will fall as they must. As the events happen, the conflicting destinies will merge into a whole. As the events take place, the conflicting destinies will cease to exist.
This will be felt across worlds and days as a reality storm; and as it plays its course, conflicting realities will fall and spin and shatter across time and existence.
All this is destined to happen. Events that never did happen and now never shall, will cast their conclusions out into the worlds. Cause and effect will jostle, unable to tell quite which came first. The event horizon will come closer and closer. Wrecks and mirages of time and occassion...
Am I the true Destiny?
Are you?
~
MORPHEUS: Rules and responsibilities: these are the ties that bind us. We do what we do, because of who we are. If we did otherwise, we would not be ourselves. I will do what I have to do. And I will do what I must.
~
LUCIFER: I had the hubris originally to regard myself as a collaborator, as a co-author. Very rapidly I found myself reduced to the status of character, following something of a disagreement in the fundamental direction of the Creation.
Now I sometimes feel I'm simply waiting around to see which of us was right, which was wrong. But even if it turns out that I was right, what good does it do me?
So -- what -- I get the thrill of standing at the end of the universe, and saying "See, I was right all the time?" No, I'm better off out of it.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
futbol sunday
skep fc finished fourth out of six teams in our group bracket with 2 wins, 1 draw, and 2 loses.
i think we could do better next time. most of us were really out of shape. better cut down on beer. hehe. can't wait for the next tournament sometime may or june.
i think we could do better next time. most of us were really out of shape. better cut down on beer. hehe. can't wait for the next tournament sometime may or june.
twitter here i come
just had my tweeter account activated last friday. i was getting tired of facebook... i needed a new distraction.
so far i've been following -
bianca king
chris cornell
anne curtis
gang badoy
dj mo twister
georgina wilson
rhian ramos
andi manzano
neil gaiman
bam aquino
it's official. i'm in twitterverse.
see ya!
so far i've been following -
bianca king
chris cornell
anne curtis
gang badoy
dj mo twister
georgina wilson
rhian ramos
andi manzano
neil gaiman
bam aquino
it's official. i'm in twitterverse.
see ya!
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
best adobo in town: the search is on...
i love adobo. i can actually survive on adobo for a week. or maybe even two... hehe.
so i need ur help in finding the best adobo in metro manila... i don't care if it's chicken, pork, or even duck... basta adobo. so far this is my list by rank.
café juanita
ten titas
flavors of negros
piggy wiggys
adobo republic (value for money, pwede na to)
i believe that i could do better than this. so please join me in my search... =)
so i need ur help in finding the best adobo in metro manila... i don't care if it's chicken, pork, or even duck... basta adobo. so far this is my list by rank.
café juanita
ten titas
flavors of negros
piggy wiggys
adobo republic (value for money, pwede na to)
i believe that i could do better than this. so please join me in my search... =)
hot jamaican nights @ ftr
9PM Mar 20 Saturday: Hot Jamaican Nights @ for the road , Madison Square, Pioneer, Mandaluyong. Performances by Sidhi, Lady i and Coffeebreak Island. Free Admission! Cya =)
30% off on neil gaiman items
visit national bookstore now !!! 30% off on neil gaiman items. i just got myself the sandman: king of dreams by alisa kwitney (with introduction by neil gaiman) for only 350 bucks. not bad huh?
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
pacman on gq
http://www.gq.com/sports/profiles/201004/manny-pacquiao-boxer?currentPage=1
best pacman write-up so far...
the pacman circus (with focus on his entourage) is a micronism of this country.
best pacman write-up so far...
the pacman circus (with focus on his entourage) is a micronism of this country.
Monday, March 15, 2010
fridays for the road: march 2010 sessions feat Shelterr
for the road & Island Rock Entertainment, in cooperation with the Asian Independent Music Television (i-amtv), presents
Indie Fridays for the road: March 2010 Sessions featuring Shelterr
Indie Fridays is a series of jam sessions where independent artists are able to express their music at a more relaxed pace.
The March 2010 Sessions feature independent artist Shelterr, alongside special guest performers from indie music scene.
After a long week of work, come chill with us at For the Road bar. No pretenses. No surprises. Just ice cold drinks, good food, good company and great music.
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for the road is located at madison square, pioneer st. mandaluyong city.
you should try out their liempo for the road, buttered chicken, and crispy ribs. beer is only 35 bucks. good food, cheap beer, and awesome music. what else do you need?
see ya!!!
Indie Fridays for the road: March 2010 Sessions featuring Shelterr
Indie Fridays is a series of jam sessions where independent artists are able to express their music at a more relaxed pace.
The March 2010 Sessions feature independent artist Shelterr, alongside special guest performers from indie music scene.
After a long week of work, come chill with us at For the Road bar. No pretenses. No surprises. Just ice cold drinks, good food, good company and great music.
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for the road is located at madison square, pioneer st. mandaluyong city.
you should try out their liempo for the road, buttered chicken, and crispy ribs. beer is only 35 bucks. good food, cheap beer, and awesome music. what else do you need?
see ya!!!
Friday, March 12, 2010
kickass shirt
last wednesday night at good earth... i was introduced to this girl wearing a black shirt with this printed infront.
"my heart is cold like a robot"
cool shirt. i want one.
"my heart is cold like a robot"
cool shirt. i want one.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
the sandman: world's end
it keeps on coming... enjoy...
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OLD MAN: Perhaps a city is aliving thing. Each city has its own personality, after all. Los Angeles is not Vienna. London is not Moscos. Chicago is not Paris. Each city is a collection of lives and buildings and it has its own personality.
So, if a city has a personality, maybe it also has a soul. Maybe it dreams.
~
HOB GADLING: Women aren't unfaithful. It's people are unfaithful. And men tend to get a lot more opportunity than women to mess about.
~
I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn't that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they'll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me.
And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And she looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don't know. She probably didn't even know I was there. But I'll always love her. All my life.
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OLD MAN: Perhaps a city is aliving thing. Each city has its own personality, after all. Los Angeles is not Vienna. London is not Moscos. Chicago is not Paris. Each city is a collection of lives and buildings and it has its own personality.
So, if a city has a personality, maybe it also has a soul. Maybe it dreams.
~
HOB GADLING: Women aren't unfaithful. It's people are unfaithful. And men tend to get a lot more opportunity than women to mess about.
~
I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn't that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they'll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me.
And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And she looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don't know. She probably didn't even know I was there. But I'll always love her. All my life.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
the sandman: brief lives
i like destruction... hoping to see more of him in the next story arcs...
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ORPHEUS: She was a remarkable woman.
ANDROS: All women are remarkable.
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DESTRUCTION: So, my sister. This is a good time for you. Are you pleased?
DESPAIR: Pleased, oh my Lord of Destruction? I am neither pleased nor displeased. I simply am.
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DESPAIR: Some things are changeless. People love, and die, they dream, destroy, despair, go mad. They fulfill their destinies, live out the course of their lives. We fulfill out function, as they fulfill theirs. That will not change.
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DELIRIUM: What's the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you've actually forgotten how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago?
MORPHEUS: There isn't one.
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DELIRIUM: Is there a word for forgetting the name of someone when you want to introduce them to someone else at the same time you realize you've forgotten the name of the person you're introducing them to as well?
MORPEUS: No.
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DELIRIUM: What are you looking at? You're looking for something. Aren't you? I mean, the way you keep looking at things. You're looking for... some... why don't you have proper eyes? Instead of those things? Everyone else in the family's got proper eyes. Um. Except Destiny.
MORPHEUS: Destiny is blind.
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DESTRUCTION: Times are changing, my brother... And this is what the invisible college has become. Have you been here before?
MORPHEUS: I do not believe so.
DESTRUCTION: They are using reason as a tool. Reason. It is no more reliable a tool than instinct, myth or dream. But it has the potential to be far more dangerous, for them. They are exploring and creating, defining and dissecting...
MORPHEUS: This is why you wished to speak to me? To show me that they are cutting up apes? That is nothing new. Do they think that they can impale the soul of it on their knives? That if they cut deep enough, they can extract its dreams, naked and writhing and screaming, from its head? Reason is a flawed tool at best, my brother.
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MORPHEUS: So they begin to reorganize their lives on principle of reason. Well, what of that? It does not affect my domain; and it will do little to yours that will not change once more. As you say, you have been here before. In many times, in many worlds.
DESTRUCTION: Aeon after aeon. From the dawn days when time was fresh-minted. And for how much longer?
MORPHEUS: As long as they need us.
DESTRUCTION: Are not light and gross bodies intraconvertible? Alas, they are. And from that follows the flames... the big bang. The loud explosions.
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DESTINY: I am Destiny. I am what must happen, will it or not. And I am your brother. If I could live your life for you, I would. But that is not within my power.
MORPHEUS: Life, Brother? A strange way of describing our existence.
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MORPHEUS: I have never needed you to instruct me on my duties, Brother: now, I would hazard, less than ever. I still perform my responsibilities, after all.
DESTRUCTION: I don't. Not any more. But you know that.
MORPHEUS: And what of your realm?
DESTRUCTION: I'm sure it's still here, in its fashion. People and things are created; still exist; are still destroyed. They tear down and they build. Things still change. The only difference is that no one's running it anymore. It's nothing to do with me any longer. It's theirs. They can make their own destruction. It's not my responsibility. And it's not my fault.
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MORPHEUS: My brother? How could you leave?
DESTRUCTION: How? Or why?
MORPHEUS: It makes no different.
DESTRUCTION: Because there's no such thing as a one-sided coin. Because there are two sides to every sky. Destruction did not cease with my abandonment of my realm, no more than people would cease to dream should you abandon yours. Perhaps it's more uncontrolled, wilder. Perhaps not. But it's no longer anyone's responsibility. I took my sigil with me: I didn't not pass it on.
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DESTRUCTION: I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend. I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments.
Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust.
But I can pretend.
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MORPHEUS: Will you return? Will you reassume you role once more?
DESTRUCTION: Of course not.
DELIRIUM: I thought you would.
DESTRUCTION: I'm sorry, lassie.
MORPHEUS: But you are the Endless. We... We have responsibilities. You are the embodiment of Destruction. You are of the Endless.
DESTRUCTION: The Endless? The Endless are merely patterns. The Endless are ideas. The Endless are wave functions. The Endless are repeating motifs. The Endless are echoes of darkness, and nothing more. We have no right to play with their lives, to order their dreams and their desires. And even our existences are brief and bounded. None of us will last longer than this version of the universe.
DELIRIUM: Except out sister.
MORPHEUS: So we suppose.
DESTRUCTION: I filled my role more than adequately for over ten billion years. A two-sided coin: Destruction is needed. Nothing new can exist without destroying the old. Things are created. They last for some little while, and then they are gone. Empires, cities, poems and people. Atoms and worlds. One cannot begin a new dream without abandoning the last, eh, Brother? Our sister defines life, just as Despair defines hope, or Desire defines hatred, or as Destiny defines freedom.
MORPHEUS: And what do I define, by this theory of yours.
DESTRUCTION: Reality, perhaps.
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DESIRE: It's strange, my twin. I thought to be delightly to see this day. He's humiliated me. He's been rude and boorish. He's stuffy and stupid and thinks he knows everything. And there's just something about him that gets on my nerves. But I can't help feeling sorry for him. He was like a disaster waiting to happen.
DESPAIR: You cannot seek Destruction and return unscathed.
DESIRE: Delirium has.
DESPAIR: Delirium has been scathed enough in her time.
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ORPHEUS: She was a remarkable woman.
ANDROS: All women are remarkable.
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DESTRUCTION: So, my sister. This is a good time for you. Are you pleased?
DESPAIR: Pleased, oh my Lord of Destruction? I am neither pleased nor displeased. I simply am.
~
DESPAIR: Some things are changeless. People love, and die, they dream, destroy, despair, go mad. They fulfill their destinies, live out the course of their lives. We fulfill out function, as they fulfill theirs. That will not change.
~
DELIRIUM: What's the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you've actually forgotten how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago?
MORPHEUS: There isn't one.
~
DELIRIUM: Is there a word for forgetting the name of someone when you want to introduce them to someone else at the same time you realize you've forgotten the name of the person you're introducing them to as well?
MORPEUS: No.
~
DELIRIUM: What are you looking at? You're looking for something. Aren't you? I mean, the way you keep looking at things. You're looking for... some... why don't you have proper eyes? Instead of those things? Everyone else in the family's got proper eyes. Um. Except Destiny.
MORPHEUS: Destiny is blind.
~
DESTRUCTION: Times are changing, my brother... And this is what the invisible college has become. Have you been here before?
MORPHEUS: I do not believe so.
DESTRUCTION: They are using reason as a tool. Reason. It is no more reliable a tool than instinct, myth or dream. But it has the potential to be far more dangerous, for them. They are exploring and creating, defining and dissecting...
MORPHEUS: This is why you wished to speak to me? To show me that they are cutting up apes? That is nothing new. Do they think that they can impale the soul of it on their knives? That if they cut deep enough, they can extract its dreams, naked and writhing and screaming, from its head? Reason is a flawed tool at best, my brother.
~
MORPHEUS: So they begin to reorganize their lives on principle of reason. Well, what of that? It does not affect my domain; and it will do little to yours that will not change once more. As you say, you have been here before. In many times, in many worlds.
DESTRUCTION: Aeon after aeon. From the dawn days when time was fresh-minted. And for how much longer?
MORPHEUS: As long as they need us.
DESTRUCTION: Are not light and gross bodies intraconvertible? Alas, they are. And from that follows the flames... the big bang. The loud explosions.
~
DESTINY: I am Destiny. I am what must happen, will it or not. And I am your brother. If I could live your life for you, I would. But that is not within my power.
MORPHEUS: Life, Brother? A strange way of describing our existence.
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MORPHEUS: I have never needed you to instruct me on my duties, Brother: now, I would hazard, less than ever. I still perform my responsibilities, after all.
DESTRUCTION: I don't. Not any more. But you know that.
MORPHEUS: And what of your realm?
DESTRUCTION: I'm sure it's still here, in its fashion. People and things are created; still exist; are still destroyed. They tear down and they build. Things still change. The only difference is that no one's running it anymore. It's nothing to do with me any longer. It's theirs. They can make their own destruction. It's not my responsibility. And it's not my fault.
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MORPHEUS: My brother? How could you leave?
DESTRUCTION: How? Or why?
MORPHEUS: It makes no different.
DESTRUCTION: Because there's no such thing as a one-sided coin. Because there are two sides to every sky. Destruction did not cease with my abandonment of my realm, no more than people would cease to dream should you abandon yours. Perhaps it's more uncontrolled, wilder. Perhaps not. But it's no longer anyone's responsibility. I took my sigil with me: I didn't not pass it on.
~
DESTRUCTION: I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend. I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments.
Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust.
But I can pretend.
~
MORPHEUS: Will you return? Will you reassume you role once more?
DESTRUCTION: Of course not.
DELIRIUM: I thought you would.
DESTRUCTION: I'm sorry, lassie.
MORPHEUS: But you are the Endless. We... We have responsibilities. You are the embodiment of Destruction. You are of the Endless.
DESTRUCTION: The Endless? The Endless are merely patterns. The Endless are ideas. The Endless are wave functions. The Endless are repeating motifs. The Endless are echoes of darkness, and nothing more. We have no right to play with their lives, to order their dreams and their desires. And even our existences are brief and bounded. None of us will last longer than this version of the universe.
DELIRIUM: Except out sister.
MORPHEUS: So we suppose.
DESTRUCTION: I filled my role more than adequately for over ten billion years. A two-sided coin: Destruction is needed. Nothing new can exist without destroying the old. Things are created. They last for some little while, and then they are gone. Empires, cities, poems and people. Atoms and worlds. One cannot begin a new dream without abandoning the last, eh, Brother? Our sister defines life, just as Despair defines hope, or Desire defines hatred, or as Destiny defines freedom.
MORPHEUS: And what do I define, by this theory of yours.
DESTRUCTION: Reality, perhaps.
~
DESIRE: It's strange, my twin. I thought to be delightly to see this day. He's humiliated me. He's been rude and boorish. He's stuffy and stupid and thinks he knows everything. And there's just something about him that gets on my nerves. But I can't help feeling sorry for him. He was like a disaster waiting to happen.
DESPAIR: You cannot seek Destruction and return unscathed.
DESIRE: Delirium has.
DESPAIR: Delirium has been scathed enough in her time.
the sandman: fables & reflections
hope you guys are not sick yet of more sandman quotes. hehe.
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Some dreams are different. Most dreams are a tangle of things: foreground and background, subject and object. I once had a dream in which I was chasing a mad clown around Saint Patrick's Cathedral, which was also my old high school. And after a while I was the clown they were chasing.
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MORPHEUS: It is sometimes a mistake to climb; it is always a mistake never even to make the attempt. If you do not climb, you will not fall. This is true. But is it that bad to fail, that hard to fall?
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TODD: And sometimes, when you fall, you learn to fly.
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DESPAIR: Dreams. What are dreams? Dreams are nothing, my brother.
MORPHEUS: Dreams are "nothing," sister? Without dreams, there could be no despair.
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JOSHUA NORTON: I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear.
DEATH: Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out.
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... wishes are sometimes best left ungranted...
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ORPHEUS: Uncle? Won't you wish us well?
DESTINY: I am Destiny. I am Potmos. I do not wish. I know. What must happen will happen. That is the way of it.
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HIPPOGRIFF: Orpheus. We have heard of your loss; you have our sympathies also.
ORPHEUS: I do not need your pity, Hippogriff.
HIPPOGRIFF: It was freely given, boy. You should not scorn it.
ORPHEUS: Don't pity me.
MORPHEUS: You should have gone to her funeral.
ORPHEUS: Why?
MORPHEUS: To say goodbye.
ORPHEUS: I have not yest said goodbye to Eurydice.
MORPHEUS: You should. You are mortal: it is the mortal way. You attend the funeral, you bid farewell. You grieve. Then you continue with your life. And at times, the fact of her absence will hit you like a blow to the chest, and you will weep. But this will happen less and less as time goes on. She is dead. You are alive. So live.
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ABEL: Death was a little older than Dream. Things had the potential to die before they had the potential to dream
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MORPHEUS: It is unwise to summon what you cannot dismiss.
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Some dreams are different. Most dreams are a tangle of things: foreground and background, subject and object. I once had a dream in which I was chasing a mad clown around Saint Patrick's Cathedral, which was also my old high school. And after a while I was the clown they were chasing.
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MORPHEUS: It is sometimes a mistake to climb; it is always a mistake never even to make the attempt. If you do not climb, you will not fall. This is true. But is it that bad to fail, that hard to fall?
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TODD: And sometimes, when you fall, you learn to fly.
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DESPAIR: Dreams. What are dreams? Dreams are nothing, my brother.
MORPHEUS: Dreams are "nothing," sister? Without dreams, there could be no despair.
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JOSHUA NORTON: I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear.
DEATH: Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out.
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... wishes are sometimes best left ungranted...
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ORPHEUS: Uncle? Won't you wish us well?
DESTINY: I am Destiny. I am Potmos. I do not wish. I know. What must happen will happen. That is the way of it.
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HIPPOGRIFF: Orpheus. We have heard of your loss; you have our sympathies also.
ORPHEUS: I do not need your pity, Hippogriff.
HIPPOGRIFF: It was freely given, boy. You should not scorn it.
ORPHEUS: Don't pity me.
MORPHEUS: You should have gone to her funeral.
ORPHEUS: Why?
MORPHEUS: To say goodbye.
ORPHEUS: I have not yest said goodbye to Eurydice.
MORPHEUS: You should. You are mortal: it is the mortal way. You attend the funeral, you bid farewell. You grieve. Then you continue with your life. And at times, the fact of her absence will hit you like a blow to the chest, and you will weep. But this will happen less and less as time goes on. She is dead. You are alive. So live.
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ABEL: Death was a little older than Dream. Things had the potential to die before they had the potential to dream
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MORPHEUS: It is unwise to summon what you cannot dismiss.
pacman vs clottey at cable car
let me know if you wanna watch the pacquiao-clottey match this sunday at cable car...
clottey will go down in 11 rounds.
clottey will go down in 11 rounds.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
the sandman: a game of you
a game of you reminds me of wizard of oz... or even alice in wonderland....
stuff of dreams.
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WANDA: I am not a man.
GEORGE: Maybe not to you, you're not. But you've got the uh, you know. Male nasty thing.
WANDA: Listen: I've had electrolysis. I'm taking hormones. All that's left is just a little lump of flesh; but all that doesn't matter... inside I'm a woman.
GEORGE: She doesn't think so. And to be honest uh well even if you had uh had the operation it wouldn't make much difference to the uh moon. It's chromosomes as much as uh anything. It's like uh gender isn't something you can pick and choose as uh far as gods are concerned.
WANDA: Well, that's something the gods can take and stuff up their sacred recta. I know what I am.
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BARBARA: But she has to be stopped.
MORPHEUS: Why?
BARBARA: Well, she's dangerous. She's evil.
MORPHEUS: Dangerous? Perhaps. But evil? She acts according to her nature. Is that evil?
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DORA: God gives you a body, it's your duty to do well by it. He makes you a boy, you dress in blue, He makes you a girl, you dress in pink. You mustn't go trying to change things.
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BARBARA: ... Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world -- no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside. Inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds... Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe.
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BARBARA: And if there's a moral there, I don't know what it is, save maybe that we should take out goodbyes whenever we can. And that's all.
stuff of dreams.
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WANDA: I am not a man.
GEORGE: Maybe not to you, you're not. But you've got the uh, you know. Male nasty thing.
WANDA: Listen: I've had electrolysis. I'm taking hormones. All that's left is just a little lump of flesh; but all that doesn't matter... inside I'm a woman.
GEORGE: She doesn't think so. And to be honest uh well even if you had uh had the operation it wouldn't make much difference to the uh moon. It's chromosomes as much as uh anything. It's like uh gender isn't something you can pick and choose as uh far as gods are concerned.
WANDA: Well, that's something the gods can take and stuff up their sacred recta. I know what I am.
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BARBARA: But she has to be stopped.
MORPHEUS: Why?
BARBARA: Well, she's dangerous. She's evil.
MORPHEUS: Dangerous? Perhaps. But evil? She acts according to her nature. Is that evil?
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DORA: God gives you a body, it's your duty to do well by it. He makes you a boy, you dress in blue, He makes you a girl, you dress in pink. You mustn't go trying to change things.
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BARBARA: ... Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world -- no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside. Inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds... Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe.
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BARBARA: And if there's a moral there, I don't know what it is, save maybe that we should take out goodbyes whenever we can. And that's all.
Monday, March 8, 2010
the sandman: season of mists
one of my favs... a cast of thousands...
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Walk any path in Destiny's garden, and you will be forced to choose, not once but many times. The paths fork and divide with each step you take through Destiny's garden, you make a choice; and every choice determines future paths.
However, at the end of a lifetime of walking you might look back, and see only one path stretching out behind you; or look ahead, and see only darkness. Sometimes you dream about the paths of destiny, and speculate to no purpose. Dream about the paths you took and the paths you didn't take.
The paths diverge and branch and reconnect, some say not even Destiny himself truly knows where any way will take you, where each twist and turn will lead. But even if Destiny could tell you, he will not. Destiny holds his secrets.
The Garden of Destiny. You would know it if you saw it. After all, you will wander it until you die. Or beyond. For the paths are long, and even in death there is not ending to them.
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Never a possession, always the possessor, with skin as pale as smoke, and eyes tawny and sharp as yellow wine: Desire is is everything you have ever wanted. Whoever you are. Whatever you are.
Everything.
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Despair is queen of her own bleak home. It is said that scattered through Despair's domain are a multitude of tiny windows, hanging in the void. Each window looks out onto a different scene, being, in our world, a mirror. Sometimes you will look into a mirror and feel the eyes of Despair upon you, feel her hook catch and snag on your heart.
Despair says little, and is patient.
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Destiny smells of dust and the libraries of night.
He leaves no footprints.
He casts no shadow.
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... Delirium was once Delight. And although that was long ago now, even today her eyes are badly matched: one eye is a vivid emerald green, spattered with silver flecks that move; her other eye is vein blue.
Who knows what Deirium sees, through her mismatched eyes?
Of all the Endless, save perhaps Destiny, he is most conscious of his responsibilities, the most meticulous in their execution. Dream casts a human shadow, when it occurs to him to do so.
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HOB GADLING: "To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the Devil his due."
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MORPHEUS: We do what we must, Lucien. Sometimes we can choose the path we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all.
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LUCIFER: I'm tired, Morpheus. So tired. You knew me, Dream. You knew me when I was an angel. What was I like?
MORPHEUS: You were very proud, Samael. But you were also very beautiful, and wise -- and passionate.
LUCIFER: Was I? Yes... yes, I was. I cared about so many things. I cared so deeply, back then, in the cold at the beginning of things. In the Silver City. I suppose that was why everything began to go wrong. You know... I still wonder how much of it was planned. How much of it He knew in advance.
I thought I was rebellng. I thought I was defying his rule. No... I was merely fulfilling another tiny segment of his great and powerful plan. If I had not rebelled, another would have, in my stead. Raguel, perhaps. Or Sandalphon.
We fell, my comrades in arms and I. We fell so far... so long... And after an eternity of falling, we came to rest in this place. And I knew then that there was no way that I would ever return to paradise.
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LUCIFER: Ten billion years spent providing a place for dead mortals to torture themselves. And like all masochists they called the shots -- "Burn me" "Freeze me" "Eat me" "Hurt me"... And we did.
And then there were the demonkind, imagine being their lord and master. A handful of them were once angels, who fell with me at the dawn. Other strayed here from elsewhere over the aeons, making this place a home. And soon I found myself their lord and master. A million of them, or more, squabbling and warring and carring on...
I watched their strange little fashions. The centuries they spent wearing the bodies of animals... The ridiculous vogue for rhyme to denote status -- demons who spoke exclusively in villanelles, haiku or triolets... And above all, the fashion in intrugue.
In the beginning I enjoyed it. I was -- I am -- more powerful than any of them. I could have destroyed any of them -- perhaps even all of them -- without much effort. So I manipulated them; set them one against the other; let them faction and divide and plot. But... but I grew weary, Dream Lord. Mightily weary. I ceased to care.
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LUCIFER: Why do they blame me for all their little failings? They use my name as if I spent my entire days sitting on their shoulders, forcing them to commits acts they would otherwise find repulsive. "The devil made me do it." I have never made one of them do anything. Never. They live their own tiny lives. I do not live their lives for them.
And then they die, and they come here (having transgressed against what they believed to be right), and expect us to fulfill their desire for pain and retribution. I don't make them come here. They talk of me going like a fishwife come market day, never stopping to ask themselves why. I need no souls. And how can anyone own a soul? No. They belong to themselves.... They just hate to have to face up to it.
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LUCIFER: Innocence, once lost, can never be regained.
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LUCIFER: Oh -- Morpheus? I swore once that I would destroy you, did I not?
MORPHEUS: Yes. You did.
LUCIFER: Well, we are now outside the bounds of hell... This is for you, Dream Lord. Take it.
MORPHEUS: The key to Hell?
LUCIFER: Exactly. It's yours now. Perhaps it will destroy you, and perhaps it won't. But I doubt it will make your life any easier. It's all yours, now, Morpheus. You're the sole monarch of a locked and empty hell. Perhaps I ought to have given it to you with my best wishes. I could have told you that I hoped it would bring your happiness. But somehow... somehow I doubt it will.
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EDWIN PAINE: It's part of growing up, I suppose... You always have to leave something behind you.
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EDWIN PAINE: How long do you think we've got? Until she catches up with us again?
CHARLES ROWLAND: I dunno. But we might as well make the most of it. Just take it as it comes.
EDWIN PAINE: Death, you mean? Or life?
CHARLES ROWLAND: Either. Both. Anyway, I think we've learned all we're going to at school. Now: Let's see what Life's got to offer us.
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REMIEL: There must be a place for demons; a place for the damned. Hell is Heaven's reflection. It is Heaven's shadow. They define each other. Reward and punishment; hope and despair. There must a a Hell for without Hell, Heaven has no meaning. And thus Hell must be.
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Walk any path in Destiny's garden, and you will be forced to choose, not once but many times. The paths fork and divide with each step you take through Destiny's garden, you make a choice; and every choice determines future paths.
However, at the end of a lifetime of walking you might look back, and see only one path stretching out behind you; or look ahead, and see only darkness. Sometimes you dream about the paths of destiny, and speculate to no purpose. Dream about the paths you took and the paths you didn't take.
The paths diverge and branch and reconnect, some say not even Destiny himself truly knows where any way will take you, where each twist and turn will lead. But even if Destiny could tell you, he will not. Destiny holds his secrets.
The Garden of Destiny. You would know it if you saw it. After all, you will wander it until you die. Or beyond. For the paths are long, and even in death there is not ending to them.
~
Never a possession, always the possessor, with skin as pale as smoke, and eyes tawny and sharp as yellow wine: Desire is is everything you have ever wanted. Whoever you are. Whatever you are.
Everything.
~
Despair is queen of her own bleak home. It is said that scattered through Despair's domain are a multitude of tiny windows, hanging in the void. Each window looks out onto a different scene, being, in our world, a mirror. Sometimes you will look into a mirror and feel the eyes of Despair upon you, feel her hook catch and snag on your heart.
Despair says little, and is patient.
~
Destiny smells of dust and the libraries of night.
He leaves no footprints.
He casts no shadow.
~
... Delirium was once Delight. And although that was long ago now, even today her eyes are badly matched: one eye is a vivid emerald green, spattered with silver flecks that move; her other eye is vein blue.
Who knows what Deirium sees, through her mismatched eyes?
Of all the Endless, save perhaps Destiny, he is most conscious of his responsibilities, the most meticulous in their execution. Dream casts a human shadow, when it occurs to him to do so.
~
HOB GADLING: "To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the Devil his due."
~
MORPHEUS: We do what we must, Lucien. Sometimes we can choose the path we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all.
~
LUCIFER: I'm tired, Morpheus. So tired. You knew me, Dream. You knew me when I was an angel. What was I like?
MORPHEUS: You were very proud, Samael. But you were also very beautiful, and wise -- and passionate.
LUCIFER: Was I? Yes... yes, I was. I cared about so many things. I cared so deeply, back then, in the cold at the beginning of things. In the Silver City. I suppose that was why everything began to go wrong. You know... I still wonder how much of it was planned. How much of it He knew in advance.
I thought I was rebellng. I thought I was defying his rule. No... I was merely fulfilling another tiny segment of his great and powerful plan. If I had not rebelled, another would have, in my stead. Raguel, perhaps. Or Sandalphon.
We fell, my comrades in arms and I. We fell so far... so long... And after an eternity of falling, we came to rest in this place. And I knew then that there was no way that I would ever return to paradise.
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LUCIFER: Ten billion years spent providing a place for dead mortals to torture themselves. And like all masochists they called the shots -- "Burn me" "Freeze me" "Eat me" "Hurt me"... And we did.
And then there were the demonkind, imagine being their lord and master. A handful of them were once angels, who fell with me at the dawn. Other strayed here from elsewhere over the aeons, making this place a home. And soon I found myself their lord and master. A million of them, or more, squabbling and warring and carring on...
I watched their strange little fashions. The centuries they spent wearing the bodies of animals... The ridiculous vogue for rhyme to denote status -- demons who spoke exclusively in villanelles, haiku or triolets... And above all, the fashion in intrugue.
In the beginning I enjoyed it. I was -- I am -- more powerful than any of them. I could have destroyed any of them -- perhaps even all of them -- without much effort. So I manipulated them; set them one against the other; let them faction and divide and plot. But... but I grew weary, Dream Lord. Mightily weary. I ceased to care.
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LUCIFER: Why do they blame me for all their little failings? They use my name as if I spent my entire days sitting on their shoulders, forcing them to commits acts they would otherwise find repulsive. "The devil made me do it." I have never made one of them do anything. Never. They live their own tiny lives. I do not live their lives for them.
And then they die, and they come here (having transgressed against what they believed to be right), and expect us to fulfill their desire for pain and retribution. I don't make them come here. They talk of me going like a fishwife come market day, never stopping to ask themselves why. I need no souls. And how can anyone own a soul? No. They belong to themselves.... They just hate to have to face up to it.
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LUCIFER: Innocence, once lost, can never be regained.
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LUCIFER: Oh -- Morpheus? I swore once that I would destroy you, did I not?
MORPHEUS: Yes. You did.
LUCIFER: Well, we are now outside the bounds of hell... This is for you, Dream Lord. Take it.
MORPHEUS: The key to Hell?
LUCIFER: Exactly. It's yours now. Perhaps it will destroy you, and perhaps it won't. But I doubt it will make your life any easier. It's all yours, now, Morpheus. You're the sole monarch of a locked and empty hell. Perhaps I ought to have given it to you with my best wishes. I could have told you that I hoped it would bring your happiness. But somehow... somehow I doubt it will.
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EDWIN PAINE: It's part of growing up, I suppose... You always have to leave something behind you.
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EDWIN PAINE: How long do you think we've got? Until she catches up with us again?
CHARLES ROWLAND: I dunno. But we might as well make the most of it. Just take it as it comes.
EDWIN PAINE: Death, you mean? Or life?
CHARLES ROWLAND: Either. Both. Anyway, I think we've learned all we're going to at school. Now: Let's see what Life's got to offer us.
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REMIEL: There must be a place for demons; a place for the damned. Hell is Heaven's reflection. It is Heaven's shadow. They define each other. Reward and punishment; hope and despair. There must a a Hell for without Hell, Heaven has no meaning. And thus Hell must be.
the sandman: dream country
more sandman stuff from dream country...
this is the first story arc which is made up entirely of different tales.
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CARRION KIND: Justice? Justice is a delusion you wil not find on this or any other sphere. And wisdom? Wisdom is no part of dreams. Lithe Walker, though dreams are a part of the sum of each life's experiences, which is the only wisdom that matters. But revelation? That is the province of dream.
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I left the humans that very day, to spread the good news. And now I travel from place to place. I have walked for leagues beyond measure. I have starved, sometimes, and often I have been hurt. But I have walked on.
In a metal machine I crossed the cold waters. I have preached to solitary feral cars in empty places. I have shouted my message to the stars from rooftops and whispered it to dying cats in alleyways.
I have spoken to one cat, and to many. And wherever I have gone, my message is the same...
Dream it!
Dream the world. Not this pallid shadow of reality. Dream the world the way it truly is. A world in which all cats are queens and kings of creation. That is my message.
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MORPHEUS: I wonder, Titania. I wonder if I have done right. And I wonder why I wonder. Will is a willing vehicle for the great stories. Through him they will live for an age of man; and his words will echo down through time. It is what he wanted.
But he did not understand the price. Mortals never do. They only see the prize, their hearts desire, their dreams... But the price of getting what you want, is getting what you once wanted.
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MORPHEUS: You have asked me why I asked you back to this plane, to see this entertainment. I... During your stay on this Earth the faerie have afforded me much diversion, and entertainment. Now you have left, for your own haunts. and I would repay you all for the amusement. And more: They shall not forget you. That was important to me: that King Auberon and Queen Titania will be remembered by mortals, until this age is gone.
AUBERON: We thank you, shaper. But this diversion, although pleasant, is not true. Things never happened thus.
MORPHEUS: Oh, but it is true. Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot.
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URANIA BLACKWELL: They say that cigarettes will kill you, eventually. Fine. That's just fine. I only wish they'd do it faster.
I draw the smoke into my lungs, extract the nicotine and the tar. It doesn't do anything for me, but I like the smoke. I like the ash. The way it falls. I like breathing out the smoke. I like smoking cigarettes. It's something normal people do.
I smoke a cigarette, and pretend I'm normal. And I wish I was dead.
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URANIA BLACKWELL: I only have two kinds of dreams: the bad and the terrible.
Bad dreams I can cope with. They're just nightmares, and they end eventually. I wake up.
The terrible dreams are the good dreams. In my terrible dreams, everything's fine. I'm still with the company. I still look like me. None of the last five years ever happened. Sometimes I'm married. Once I even had kids. I even knew their names. Everything's wonderful and normal and fine.
And then I wake up. And I'm still me. And I'm still here. And that is truly terrible.
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URANIA BLACKWELL: I want to kuh-kill myself. And -- and I can't. It's not that I'm too scared to kill myself. I -- I'm scared of lots of things. I'm scared of noises in the night-time, scared of telephones and closed doors, scared of people... scared of everything. Not of death. I want to die. It's just that I don't know how.
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URANIA BLACKWELL: I can't slash my wrists -- I don't have any blood. When I was at high school, a kid shut himself in a garage and took sleeping pills, climbed in the car and turned the ignition. I can't do that. Carbon monoxide's just another gas, to me. And my body just processes poisons...
Maybe I could sit at ground zero of a nuclear test -- if I could find one. But I'm afraid I could survive that. I think I would. Perhaps I'd be radioactive for always... but I'd survive...
I thought about transmuting myself to free oxygen radicals and just melding with the air. Or with added hydrogen, I could become water and join myself with the sea. But I'd probably still be conscious. Just spread out all over the world.
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URANIA BLACKWELL: Isn't it dumb? All over the world, people running around trying not to die? Hanging on to life like grim death. And I want to die, and I can't.
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DEATH: I'm not blessed or merciful. I'm just me. I've got a job to do, and I do it... I'm there for old and young, innocent and guilty, those who die together and those who die alone. I'm in cars and boats and planes, in hospitals and forests and abattoirs. For some folks death is a release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.
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DEATH: When the first living thing existed, I was there, waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished. I'll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave.
this is the first story arc which is made up entirely of different tales.
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CARRION KIND: Justice? Justice is a delusion you wil not find on this or any other sphere. And wisdom? Wisdom is no part of dreams. Lithe Walker, though dreams are a part of the sum of each life's experiences, which is the only wisdom that matters. But revelation? That is the province of dream.
~
I left the humans that very day, to spread the good news. And now I travel from place to place. I have walked for leagues beyond measure. I have starved, sometimes, and often I have been hurt. But I have walked on.
In a metal machine I crossed the cold waters. I have preached to solitary feral cars in empty places. I have shouted my message to the stars from rooftops and whispered it to dying cats in alleyways.
I have spoken to one cat, and to many. And wherever I have gone, my message is the same...
Dream it!
Dream the world. Not this pallid shadow of reality. Dream the world the way it truly is. A world in which all cats are queens and kings of creation. That is my message.
~
MORPHEUS: I wonder, Titania. I wonder if I have done right. And I wonder why I wonder. Will is a willing vehicle for the great stories. Through him they will live for an age of man; and his words will echo down through time. It is what he wanted.
But he did not understand the price. Mortals never do. They only see the prize, their hearts desire, their dreams... But the price of getting what you want, is getting what you once wanted.
~
MORPHEUS: You have asked me why I asked you back to this plane, to see this entertainment. I... During your stay on this Earth the faerie have afforded me much diversion, and entertainment. Now you have left, for your own haunts. and I would repay you all for the amusement. And more: They shall not forget you. That was important to me: that King Auberon and Queen Titania will be remembered by mortals, until this age is gone.
AUBERON: We thank you, shaper. But this diversion, although pleasant, is not true. Things never happened thus.
MORPHEUS: Oh, but it is true. Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot.
~
URANIA BLACKWELL: They say that cigarettes will kill you, eventually. Fine. That's just fine. I only wish they'd do it faster.
I draw the smoke into my lungs, extract the nicotine and the tar. It doesn't do anything for me, but I like the smoke. I like the ash. The way it falls. I like breathing out the smoke. I like smoking cigarettes. It's something normal people do.
I smoke a cigarette, and pretend I'm normal. And I wish I was dead.
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URANIA BLACKWELL: I only have two kinds of dreams: the bad and the terrible.
Bad dreams I can cope with. They're just nightmares, and they end eventually. I wake up.
The terrible dreams are the good dreams. In my terrible dreams, everything's fine. I'm still with the company. I still look like me. None of the last five years ever happened. Sometimes I'm married. Once I even had kids. I even knew their names. Everything's wonderful and normal and fine.
And then I wake up. And I'm still me. And I'm still here. And that is truly terrible.
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URANIA BLACKWELL: I want to kuh-kill myself. And -- and I can't. It's not that I'm too scared to kill myself. I -- I'm scared of lots of things. I'm scared of noises in the night-time, scared of telephones and closed doors, scared of people... scared of everything. Not of death. I want to die. It's just that I don't know how.
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URANIA BLACKWELL: I can't slash my wrists -- I don't have any blood. When I was at high school, a kid shut himself in a garage and took sleeping pills, climbed in the car and turned the ignition. I can't do that. Carbon monoxide's just another gas, to me. And my body just processes poisons...
Maybe I could sit at ground zero of a nuclear test -- if I could find one. But I'm afraid I could survive that. I think I would. Perhaps I'd be radioactive for always... but I'd survive...
I thought about transmuting myself to free oxygen radicals and just melding with the air. Or with added hydrogen, I could become water and join myself with the sea. But I'd probably still be conscious. Just spread out all over the world.
~
URANIA BLACKWELL: Isn't it dumb? All over the world, people running around trying not to die? Hanging on to life like grim death. And I want to die, and I can't.
~
DEATH: I'm not blessed or merciful. I'm just me. I've got a job to do, and I do it... I'm there for old and young, innocent and guilty, those who die together and those who die alone. I'm in cars and boats and planes, in hospitals and forests and abattoirs. For some folks death is a release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.
~
DEATH: When the first living thing existed, I was there, waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished. I'll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
book 2: norwegian wood
norwegian wood is an easy read compared to most murakami novels. it actually reminds me of SOUTH OF THE BORDER, WEST OF THE SUN. it is basically a sad love story... and one of the rare kinds that is successful in striking the right balance between being affecting without being too sappy. it tackles universal themes of love, loss, and finding one's place in the world. these are very common themes right? but trust me... murakami writes like no one else. upon reading, you feel loneliness slowly seeping into your skin, reminding how your solitary existence sucks big time.
love is still a wonderful thing even if it is unfathomable.
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i think i'm in love with midori (she's now one of murakami's most memorable characters for me). she actually reminds of someone i know. haha. two books down. ten to go.
love is still a wonderful thing even if it is unfathomable.
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i think i'm in love with midori (she's now one of murakami's most memorable characters for me). she actually reminds of someone i know. haha. two books down. ten to go.
the sandman: the doll's house
this time from the doll's house...
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KAI'CKUL: Never has one loved me enough to seek me out...
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... Nada was deathly afraid, for though she loved him, she knew this was not meant to be, and she could not countenance his destruction, and hers. For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.
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There is only one thing to see in the twilight realm of Desire. It is called The Threshold. The fortress of Desire. Desire has always live on the edge. The Threshold is larger than you can easily imagine. It is a statue of Desire, Him - Her- or It-self. The Thershold is a portrait of Desire complete in all details, built out of blood and flesh, and bone, and skin. And, like every true citadel since time began, the Threshold is inhabited. There is only one occupant, at this time. Desire of the Endless. The Threshold is far too large for just one person. It contains two eardrums larger than a dozen marble ballrooms. And empty, echoing veins, like tunnels. You will walk them until you grow old and die without once retracing your steps. Given Desire's temperament, however, there was only one place in the cathedral of its body to make its home. Desire lives in the heart.
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Is there something you crave? Something sexual? Something precious? Someone special? Anything? Then you have felt it. It's here -- in the longing, in the lust: the breath of Desire, the caress of the Threshold.
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ROSE: Say, whoever you are. Do you know what Freud said about dreams of flying? It means you're really dreaming about having sex.
MORPHEUS: Indeed? Tell me, then, what does it mean when you dream about having sex?
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ROSE: If it was true, my dream, then... then... Then nothing makes any sense. If my dream was true, then everything we know, everything we think we know is a lie.
It means the world's about as solid and as reliable as a layer of scum on the top of a well of black water which goes down forever, and there are things in the depths that I don't even want to think about.
It means more than that.
It means that we're just dolls. We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired, or bored.
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ROSE: Six months is long enough to feel sorry for yourself. Isn't it?
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KAI'CKUL: Never has one loved me enough to seek me out...
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... Nada was deathly afraid, for though she loved him, she knew this was not meant to be, and she could not countenance his destruction, and hers. For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.
~
There is only one thing to see in the twilight realm of Desire. It is called The Threshold. The fortress of Desire. Desire has always live on the edge. The Threshold is larger than you can easily imagine. It is a statue of Desire, Him - Her- or It-self. The Thershold is a portrait of Desire complete in all details, built out of blood and flesh, and bone, and skin. And, like every true citadel since time began, the Threshold is inhabited. There is only one occupant, at this time. Desire of the Endless. The Threshold is far too large for just one person. It contains two eardrums larger than a dozen marble ballrooms. And empty, echoing veins, like tunnels. You will walk them until you grow old and die without once retracing your steps. Given Desire's temperament, however, there was only one place in the cathedral of its body to make its home. Desire lives in the heart.
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Is there something you crave? Something sexual? Something precious? Someone special? Anything? Then you have felt it. It's here -- in the longing, in the lust: the breath of Desire, the caress of the Threshold.
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ROSE: Say, whoever you are. Do you know what Freud said about dreams of flying? It means you're really dreaming about having sex.
MORPHEUS: Indeed? Tell me, then, what does it mean when you dream about having sex?
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ROSE: If it was true, my dream, then... then... Then nothing makes any sense. If my dream was true, then everything we know, everything we think we know is a lie.
It means the world's about as solid and as reliable as a layer of scum on the top of a well of black water which goes down forever, and there are things in the depths that I don't even want to think about.
It means more than that.
It means that we're just dolls. We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired, or bored.
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ROSE: Six months is long enough to feel sorry for yourself. Isn't it?
Friday, March 5, 2010
the sandman: preludes & nocturnes
my favorite lines from preludes & nocturnes...
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MORPHEUS: Beyond, outside my Dreamworld there is infinite dust, infinite dark. And the Dreamworld is infinite although it is bounded on every side. The way to the center is a slow spiral. One passes the houses of mystery and secrets... old way stations on the frontiers of nightmare. From there one charts a course nightward until one reaches the Gates of Horn and Ivory. I carved them myself, when the world was younger, and order was needed. I hasten to the Gates.
The dreams that pass through the gates of Ivory are lies, figments and deceptions. The other admits the truth. No one guards the horned gate anymore. I remember the way of old. Once through it I can see my castle. Through it I will be able to see... my home...
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JOHN CONSTANTINE: And I can see the clouds. They look kind of solid. And the ground below them. That looks really solid. It's a long way to fall. And I'm falling... I don't want to die. I don't want to fall. I tell myself it's not the fall, falling doesn't hurt... it's when you stop.
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JOHN CONSTANTINE: So. Where are you going now?
MORPHEUS: To hell...
JOHN CONSTANTINE: Hehhh. Aren't we all, mate? Aren't we all?
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CHORONZON: I am a dire world, prey-stalking, lethal prowler.
MORPHEUS: I am a hunter, horse-mounted, wolf-stabbing.
CHORONZON: I am a horsefly, horse-stinging, hunter-throwing.
MORPHEUS: I am a spider, fly-consuming, eight legged.
CHORONZON: I am a snake, spider-devouring, posion-toothed.
MORPHEUS: I am an ox, snake-crushing, heavy footed.
CHORONZON: I am an anthrax, butcher, bacterium, warm-life destroying.
MORPHEUS: I am a world, space-floating, life nurturing.
CHORONZON: I am a nova, all-exploding... planet-cremating.
MORPHEUS: I am the Universe -- all things encompassing, all life embracing.
CHORONZON: I am Anti-Life, the Beast of Judgement. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds... of everything. Sss. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?
MORPHEUS: I am hope.
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MORPHEUS: I thank you. The kings of Hell are honorable. I will remember this.
LUCIFER: Honorable? You joke, surely. Look around you, Morpheus. The million Lords of Hell stand arrayed about you. Tell us why we should let you leave? Helmet or no, you have no power here... what power have dreams in hell?
MORPHEUS: You say I have no power? Perhaps you speak truly... But -- you say that Dreams have no power here? Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar.. Ask yourselves, all of you... What power would Hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to dream of Heaven?
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All Bette's stories have happy endings. That's because she knows when to stop. She's realized the real problem with stories -- if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.
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MORPHEUS: I was more powerful than I had been in eons. I returned the human to the madhouse... You see, until then, I'd been driven. I'd had a true quest, a purpose beyond my function -- and then, suddenly, the quest was over. I felt... drained. Disappointed. Let down. Does that make sense? I had been sure that as soon as I had everything back I'd feel good. But inside I felt worse than when I started. I feel like... nothing.
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MORPHEUS: Beyond, outside my Dreamworld there is infinite dust, infinite dark. And the Dreamworld is infinite although it is bounded on every side. The way to the center is a slow spiral. One passes the houses of mystery and secrets... old way stations on the frontiers of nightmare. From there one charts a course nightward until one reaches the Gates of Horn and Ivory. I carved them myself, when the world was younger, and order was needed. I hasten to the Gates.
The dreams that pass through the gates of Ivory are lies, figments and deceptions. The other admits the truth. No one guards the horned gate anymore. I remember the way of old. Once through it I can see my castle. Through it I will be able to see... my home...
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JOHN CONSTANTINE: And I can see the clouds. They look kind of solid. And the ground below them. That looks really solid. It's a long way to fall. And I'm falling... I don't want to die. I don't want to fall. I tell myself it's not the fall, falling doesn't hurt... it's when you stop.
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JOHN CONSTANTINE: So. Where are you going now?
MORPHEUS: To hell...
JOHN CONSTANTINE: Hehhh. Aren't we all, mate? Aren't we all?
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CHORONZON: I am a dire world, prey-stalking, lethal prowler.
MORPHEUS: I am a hunter, horse-mounted, wolf-stabbing.
CHORONZON: I am a horsefly, horse-stinging, hunter-throwing.
MORPHEUS: I am a spider, fly-consuming, eight legged.
CHORONZON: I am a snake, spider-devouring, posion-toothed.
MORPHEUS: I am an ox, snake-crushing, heavy footed.
CHORONZON: I am an anthrax, butcher, bacterium, warm-life destroying.
MORPHEUS: I am a world, space-floating, life nurturing.
CHORONZON: I am a nova, all-exploding... planet-cremating.
MORPHEUS: I am the Universe -- all things encompassing, all life embracing.
CHORONZON: I am Anti-Life, the Beast of Judgement. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds... of everything. Sss. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?
MORPHEUS: I am hope.
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MORPHEUS: I thank you. The kings of Hell are honorable. I will remember this.
LUCIFER: Honorable? You joke, surely. Look around you, Morpheus. The million Lords of Hell stand arrayed about you. Tell us why we should let you leave? Helmet or no, you have no power here... what power have dreams in hell?
MORPHEUS: You say I have no power? Perhaps you speak truly... But -- you say that Dreams have no power here? Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar.. Ask yourselves, all of you... What power would Hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to dream of Heaven?
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All Bette's stories have happy endings. That's because she knows when to stop. She's realized the real problem with stories -- if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.
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MORPHEUS: I was more powerful than I had been in eons. I returned the human to the madhouse... You see, until then, I'd been driven. I'd had a true quest, a purpose beyond my function -- and then, suddenly, the quest was over. I felt... drained. Disappointed. Let down. Does that make sense? I had been sure that as soon as I had everything back I'd feel good. But inside I felt worse than when I started. I feel like... nothing.
world cup 2010 group stage analysis
i'm not really an expert. but i insist on giving my two cents on the upcoming 2010 world cup group stage.
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Group A
South Africa, Mexico, Uruguay, France
who will advance?
france and south africa (mexico could be dangerous though)
Group B
Argentina, Nigeria, Korea Republic(South korea), Greece
who will advance?
argentina and greece (south korea is the dark horse here)
Group C
England, USA, Algeria, Slovenia
who will advance?
england and usa (i'm almost sure about england and usa, both teams have something to prove)
Group D
Germany, Australia, Serbia, Ghana
who will advance?
germany and ghana (should be easy for germany and ghana)
Group E
Netherlands, Denmark, Japan, Cameroon
who will advance?
netherlands and denmark (but they should watch out for japan)
Group F
Italy, Paraguay, New Zealand, Slovakia
who will advance?
italy and slovakia (walk in the park for italy)
Group G
Brazil, North Korea, Ivory Coast, Portugal
who will advance?
brazil and portugal (group of death !!!)
Group H
Spain, Switzerland, Honduras, Chile
who will advance?
spain and switzerland (spain should be happy, switzerland is quite lucky to be in this group)
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match schedules are already out.
http://www.fifa.com/worldcup/matches/index.html
viva la espana !!! also i would like england to advance into the semis (or even finals).
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Group A
South Africa, Mexico, Uruguay, France
who will advance?
france and south africa (mexico could be dangerous though)
Group B
Argentina, Nigeria, Korea Republic(South korea), Greece
who will advance?
argentina and greece (south korea is the dark horse here)
Group C
England, USA, Algeria, Slovenia
who will advance?
england and usa (i'm almost sure about england and usa, both teams have something to prove)
Group D
Germany, Australia, Serbia, Ghana
who will advance?
germany and ghana (should be easy for germany and ghana)
Group E
Netherlands, Denmark, Japan, Cameroon
who will advance?
netherlands and denmark (but they should watch out for japan)
Group F
Italy, Paraguay, New Zealand, Slovakia
who will advance?
italy and slovakia (walk in the park for italy)
Group G
Brazil, North Korea, Ivory Coast, Portugal
who will advance?
brazil and portugal (group of death !!!)
Group H
Spain, Switzerland, Honduras, Chile
who will advance?
spain and switzerland (spain should be happy, switzerland is quite lucky to be in this group)
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match schedules are already out.
http://www.fifa.com/worldcup/matches/index.html
viva la espana !!! also i would like england to advance into the semis (or even finals).
techy romantics at amber
i've heard a lot of good things about this indie electronica trio with a catchy name - techy romantics. but it was only last night i got to actually listen to them (live!!!) at amber ultralounge. it only took them 2 minutes to turn me into a fan.
watch out for techy romantics every other thursday at amber. next amber gig should be on march 18.
for their complete gig schedule, visit techy romantic's myspace page
http://www.myspace.com/techyromantics
also, their debut album is out. go grab a copy. perfect for long quiet drives.
watch out for techy romantics every other thursday at amber. next amber gig should be on march 18.
for their complete gig schedule, visit techy romantic's myspace page
http://www.myspace.com/techyromantics
also, their debut album is out. go grab a copy. perfect for long quiet drives.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
book 1: books of magic 1 - 21
one of my new year's resolution is to get to read at least 12 books this year.
just finished books of magic today (issues 1 to 21). i consider the series my book one.
one down. eleven to go. and it's already march. got to catch up on my reading.
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books of magic came out in 1990 and it's about a lanky (also "sort of" an orphan) dark-haired boy with round eyeglasses. and this 12-year old english boy has the potential to be the most powerful wizard in the world and has a little barn owl.
hmmm. sounds familiar??? do i hear harry potter??? tsk tsk. i wonder if jk rowling got to read the series... harry potter is basically the much cooler tim hunter. o well... unoriginal ideas can make you a billionaire.
just finished books of magic today (issues 1 to 21). i consider the series my book one.
one down. eleven to go. and it's already march. got to catch up on my reading.
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books of magic came out in 1990 and it's about a lanky (also "sort of" an orphan) dark-haired boy with round eyeglasses. and this 12-year old english boy has the potential to be the most powerful wizard in the world and has a little barn owl.
hmmm. sounds familiar??? do i hear harry potter??? tsk tsk. i wonder if jk rowling got to read the series... harry potter is basically the much cooler tim hunter. o well... unoriginal ideas can make you a billionaire.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
the perfect president
the perfect philippine president must have villar's money, aquino's heart, teodoro's brain, estrada's appeal, and villanueava's spirituality... and gordon's dick!
hehe.
vote for dick gordon.
after may 10, if you tell me that you voted for dick gordon.... i'll buy you a bottle of beer.
hehe.
vote for dick gordon.
after may 10, if you tell me that you voted for dick gordon.... i'll buy you a bottle of beer.
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