tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002274927287135202024-02-18T22:39:15.803-08:00Love Someday.Love. Angel. Music. Baby.Yinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14636924537516409378noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900227492728713520.post-59471799867402271612010-01-10T01:47:00.000-08:002010-01-10T02:21:50.179-08:00The Cold War, Rou (Part iii)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIanIm3-QnsnDOhW8nx3IjzNUrjpLQxj1bQd3HhMh7n8gj05Ofe75Kc9_X94DVhxrozJ5qrqYdRvHjKbMSWvK6WdzdMqo-Tc4jPlPvrGIkd5y4hYu8fpSioGpJ6sFNb62L51UAQzlvq-o/s1600-h/360.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIanIm3-QnsnDOhW8nx3IjzNUrjpLQxj1bQd3HhMh7n8gj05Ofe75Kc9_X94DVhxrozJ5qrqYdRvHjKbMSWvK6WdzdMqo-Tc4jPlPvrGIkd5y4hYu8fpSioGpJ6sFNb62L51UAQzlvq-o/s320/360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425054087784762482" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">It seems ages.<br /><br />"You did like him." Seri, confident of that statement, said.<br /><br />LIKE. The word kept ringing in Clay's ears. <span style="font-style: italic;">Like? Was she kiddin'?</span> It wasn't mere likeness. It is, in fact, a strong attachment, an unexplainable infatuation.<br /><br />"You fell for his trap, sweetie. He's no good, I'm tellin' you."<br /><br />Clay can't bear listening to her friend anymore. She doesn't want to hear the next mean word she will say about Rou. She had enough. It was like a deep cut on the very core of her stupid heart. Rou was gone, she knows and he will never be back. But is it that foolish to hope?<br /><br />As Seri and Clay was about to enter the school's main gate on that very sunny friday morning, Clay saw a familiar figure around the corner. <span style="font-style: italic;">Was I dreaming?</span> She pinched her left arm. <span style="font-style: italic;">Ouch!</span><br /><br />She stared directly to that brown haired male standing outside Blake's Ice Cream Store and her heart started to beat faster than usual.<br /><br />ROU.<br /><br /><br /></div>Yinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14636924537516409378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900227492728713520.post-22890112100824478002010-01-06T03:13:00.000-08:002010-01-06T03:43:07.803-08:00Addiction One<div style="text-align: justify;">Apologies for the unfinished story blogs. I really am SORRY. Preoccupied with several things but still working on it.<br /><br />Let me show you one of the things that kept me busy these past days.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Kh08w58ozRY3ouR08zEmj5gMaJ6wDg40nb0HsVvKaD9LCg8xUW1Pi-Dcq6P_CTk4825JiopPLLQ-AhCd77u32k2nYd8Tl3Yny-zYtaCP6Z0NwgLHxHvQEuRUGoVd0gxB8WAPbbwxdNU/s1600-h/Yin1501.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Kh08w58ozRY3ouR08zEmj5gMaJ6wDg40nb0HsVvKaD9LCg8xUW1Pi-Dcq6P_CTk4825JiopPLLQ-AhCd77u32k2nYd8Tl3Yny-zYtaCP6Z0NwgLHxHvQEuRUGoVd0gxB8WAPbbwxdNU/s320/Yin1501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423588633705960738" border="0" /></a>Yes, at long last the wait's over. I've been craving for this Starbucks planner/organiser/diary since when again? NOVEMBER. And I was just glad to have claimed it last Tuesday, 05 January 2010.<br /><br />I'm beginning to love collecting things from Starbucks Coffee. <span style="font-style: italic;">*Sets aside how pricey they are.*</span> From brochures to tumblers and used coffee cups. I'm really getting addicted. Oh my, 'tis bad. Tss. Anyway, back to work again. I'd update the story blog anytime soon, hope you guys could wait.<br /><br /><br />XOXO,<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Butternut.</span><br /></div>Yinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14636924537516409378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900227492728713520.post-66647155066365989362009-10-12T02:17:00.000-07:002009-10-12T02:20:13.900-07:00The Cold War, Revelations (Part ii)<p>Clay and Rou became good friends. They would see each other every night under that Sakura tree where they first met. They would talk ang talk for hours on random things. The habit went on for the next couple of weeks.</p> <p>–</p> <p><em>He’s my ex-boyfriend.</em></p> <p>Seri, one of Clay’s closest friends in high school and who came back from Korea few days ago, confided. Clay can not believe her ears. The breaking news made her stood still, speechless for a moment.</p> <p><em>Are you there? Clay? Hello?</em></p> <p>She hung the phone.</p> <p>She felt something familiar, like there are hundred pins puncturing her recently healed heart. Seri fed her ever curious mind with information she wished she never heard.</p> <p>The truth triggered so much pain.</p> <p>–</p> <p>“So it’s true. You get close to women. You cast love spells on their stupid, vulnerable hearts and when you succeeded on making them fall, you just leave them hanging like a used toy car ready to be donated at some charity institution.”</p> <p>She paused.</p> <p>“… What are you?”</p> <p>Rou, believing that Clay is just goofing around, arrogantly told her, “Im a God remember?” Then he laughed a mocking laugh. He was obviously teasing her. But her eyes couldnt deny the seriousness of what she just said.</p> <p><em>Did you honestly believe what that girl told you?</em></p> <p>The disappoinment in his voice took over.</p> <p><em>… Yes.</em></p> <p>They were silent for a moment. She was close to letting those tears out but her pride told her not to. Not now.</p> <p>He slowly stepped backward, looking down at his newly bought white sneakers. She has no idea what’s going on with his mind. He has always been the silent type between the two of them.</p> <p>Then Rou, sad and pale, silently walked away.</p> <p>Sakura leaves fell from the old tree just as Clay’s tears rolled down her smooth cheek.</p> <p>She knew on that day, she has definitely fallen in love.</p>Yinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14636924537516409378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900227492728713520.post-85776160186403379572009-02-17T08:10:00.000-08:002009-02-17T08:12:54.228-08:00The Cold War, Sakura Tree<p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" face="verdana">It was almost winter. She was silently sitting alone in that same spot where he left her. She has moved on, at last. The contentment flowing in her system is unexplainable. She smiled at the bright moon and closed her hazelnut eyes.</p><div> </div><p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">The cool wind never fails to make her body shiver. It was when she opened her eyes that she realized she wasn’t alone. An average-built male was sitting next to her, looking at her beautiful face.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">He was stunning. With that neatly cut hair and dark blue eyes, a greek god came to life.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">He was saying words she can’t understand. She was too absorbed by his attractive smile. Then it hit her, <span style="font-style: italic;">It’s him. I knew it. It’s really him.</span> She thought to herself.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">She has seen this beautiful creature in one of the sports festival she attended to way back months ago.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">“Hey, do i know you?”, his voice was gentle. And as she stared at those dazzling eyes, she whispered, “No. Not really. I know you though. Aren’t you the soccer player in the sports festival?”</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">He instantly nodded amazed that she could remember him. Right then, he began to formally introduce his self to her and she did the same.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">The starless night seemed to never end.</p>Yinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14636924537516409378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900227492728713520.post-75639579204791987102008-11-23T21:30:00.000-08:002008-11-23T21:44:32.538-08:00TWILIGHT. A Box Office Hit.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Summit Entertainment's vampire film "Twilight" was a tweens-and-teens phenomenon during the weekend, sinking its teeth into an estimated <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">$70.6 million</span> in a full-blooded bow that quickly spurred plans for a sequel.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >The latest James Bond entry, "Quantum of Solace," from Sony and MGM, fell 59% over its sophomore session yet still registered $27.4 million to grab second place and shape a 10-day cume of $109.5 million. But Disney's animated feature "Bolt" seemed bolted to the starting blocks by Friday's intense preoccupation with "Twilight," and the family comedy debuted with just $27 million in third place.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Spawned by a series of vampire romance novels by Stephenie Meyer, "Twilight" boasts a youthful ensemble cast topped by <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Kristen Stewart, Robert Pattinson and Cam Gigandet.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >The film's $35 million-plus Friday gross was impressive enough to spur a press release Saturday trumpeting plans for the "Twilight" sequel "New Moon," based on the second in Meyer's series of best-sellers. "Twilight" scribe Melissa Rosenberg has already been working on scripts for potential sequels based on "Moon" and the third book in the series, "Eclipse."</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Summit execs were huddling Sunday in an attempt to pin down release plans for "Moon," which may unspool by late 2009 but also could get a 2010 date.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">"Everything kind of came together at the right moment,"</span> Summit distribution topper Richie Fay said of the big "Twilight" bow. "And it all started with a great piece of material that every kid in America is aware of."</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >The movie's recent date change also helped its opening, Fay said. Summit moved the "Twilight" opening up three weeks from a scheduled Dec. 12 debut after Warner Bros. bounced "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" from November to July.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Advance ticket sales for "Twilight" helped shape a $35 million Friday gross, with daily tallies trailing off significantly over the following two days. Summit estimates its production costs at just $37 million, so the film should quickly turn a profit for the fledgling producer/distributor and help establish its marketplace credibility.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">"What this does is show we weren't stringing anybody along when we were touting 'Twilight' from the beginning of the project, because a lot of the older film buyers had been saying 'Yeah, right, a teen vampire movie,'</span> " Fay said. <span style="font-style: italic;">"Now, we've shown that we've delivered a hit and are capable of doing it again. That's a lot."</span></span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/hr/content_display/news/e3ic19bb33a86fd664262ae45dd6124a4b3">FULL ENTRY of Carl Diorio</a><br /><br /></div>Yinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14636924537516409378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900227492728713520.post-24985723509230711842008-11-11T08:40:00.000-08:002008-11-11T21:52:24.930-08:00The Cullens<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvdWsTRSWpM2SxJTK85eiZD3yioq9Ejnn9kHpVso1YrjKAvqzFMiaUAtOLppc4sJ8v-209BIv5Ems08Y2kuLy8byN_B4umP8fIrfp9-TlyijRomm4ME4GQQ76zW3g7U5_3qFTlJRHpqeE/s1600-h/2281166043_dca068b7a7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvdWsTRSWpM2SxJTK85eiZD3yioq9Ejnn9kHpVso1YrjKAvqzFMiaUAtOLppc4sJ8v-209BIv5Ems08Y2kuLy8byN_B4umP8fIrfp9-TlyijRomm4ME4GQQ76zW3g7U5_3qFTlJRHpqeE/s320/2281166043_dca068b7a7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267644528740802754" border="0" /></a><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link style="font-family: verdana;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype></span><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">When I first heard of the book Twilight written by Stephenie Meyer,<i style=""> </i>I wasn’t amazed at all for a friend criticized it as a piece of crap, a story of boredom, a lousy love affair between two leading characters. I wasn’t thrilled by the thought of boredom and lousy. Then as I was looking for the latest movies in youtube, I bumped into the trailer of this twilight. Dang, Rob Pattinson on leading role. Instantly, I began to take interest. I googled and yahoo’d until I found what I was looking for.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Edward Cullen and Isabella Swan were the main cast. And since Pattinson’s to portray Cullen, I prefer to talk about their clan, in the book I mean.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Edward Cullen,</span> who was the youngest in the vampire family, was a very pale looking guy, with reddish brown hair and golden butterscotch eyes. He was born in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Chicago</st1:place></st1:city> in 1901 and lived a normal human life for 17 years until Spanish Influenza hit him. It was in summer 1918 that <st1:place st="on">Carlisle</st1:place>, his foster father, found him. He was dying then due to the epidemic when <st1:place st="on">Carlisle</st1:place> saved him and made him immortal. Anyway, Edward has this certain ability and only he, in their family, has it. That is to read human minds. And from where he got it, he didn’t know. He was also the fastest runner among the Cullens.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Carlisle Cullen,</span> on the other hand, was a town physician. He was born in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">London</st1:place></st1:city> in 1640s. Imagine how old he is now. He’s the only son of an Anglican pastor and his mother died giving birth to him. In his early twenties, he led hunts for witches, werewolves and vampires. And in one of those days, <st1:place st="on">Carlisle</st1:place> was accidentally inflicted by a vampire’s venom which eventually made him one of them. He strived to find an alternative for human blood until one night, a herd of deer passed his hiding place. Animals made him immune to human blood and so he pursued medicine.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">I can barely describe <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Esme</span> for very little was stated about her. She was the foster mother of the Cullen youngsters. She was suicidal then for having lost his first and only child. Esme was found by <st1:place st="on">Carlisle</st1:place> when she jumped off a cliff to die. Fortunately, she was saved by immortality.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Alice,</span> who stood as Edward’s sister, if truth be told, caught my interest for she has no memory of her human life. But when an incident happened between Bella Swan and one of the vampire villains, her story was told.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">“When the old one knew I was after his little friend, he stole her from the asylum where he worked and as soon as he freed her, he made her safe. She didn’t even seem to notice the pain, poor little creature. She’d been stuck in that black hole of a cell for so long. A hundred years earlier and she would have been burned at the stake for her visions. In the 1920s, it was the asylum and the shock texts. When she opened her eyes, strong with her fresh youth, it was like she’d never seen the sun before. The old vampire made her a strong new vampire and there was no reason for me to touch her then."</span> James, the villain, stated talking about <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Alice</st1:place></st1:city>. And one more thing about <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Alice</st1:city></st1:place>, she can visualize the future.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Little was said about Emmett Cullen and Jasper and Rosalie Hale. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Rosalie, </span>who was supposedly the partner of Edward, had become the sometimes wife of Emmett. She was the only Cullen to dislike Bella, jealous of her being human, living a normal life.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">
<br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Jasper,</span> on the other hand, is Rosalie’s blonde twin brother. They were 18 years old but already with Mrs. Cullen since they were 8. He was one of the three who has extraordinary ability and that is unusual sensitivity. He can make an unpleasant atmosphere into a calm and soothing one. <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Emmett,</span> </span>the last of the Cullens, was Rosalie’s partner. Nothing much was said about him in the story.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">There you have it. From the book Twilight, the vampire clan, the Cullens.</span></p> Yinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14636924537516409378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900227492728713520.post-55251057559519551112008-11-03T07:23:00.000-08:002008-11-03T07:50:09.609-08:00Rushing In<div style="text-align: justify;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link style="font-family: verdana;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">It's not always roses all the way. In most unexpected times, people who walk barefoot leave painful marks on their toes for walking in bushes full of thorns just to get to the garden of happiness. That's what you call</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" > risking.</span><span style="font-size:78%;">
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<br />Do you think God planned it? No, it was their choice. Having to walk through certain situations, knowing that pain is all they could ever get.
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<br />There was once this timid girl. She has gone through tragic emotions. She was suicidal, selfish and unloved. She vowed never to let another soul take a peek of her lonely, harsh world, until an angel came down from the heavens.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">Once, this angel told her to wipe away all her negative ideas about life and love for he will show her what those truly mean. She has to believe. She was hesitant at first, but his eyes are more than worthy of her trust. She tasted heaven in his arms. And when she was about to give it all up to him, he vanished like a vampire in the morning.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">The story was an example of </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" >trust given without asking anything in return</span><span style="font-size:78%;">, without the assurance of forever happiness and love. People, how much they stay away from betrayal, will always be its sweetest victim. One could never really trust what and who’s around him.
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<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">You may always want to kill the bastard who broke your heart, the thief who stole your car, the murderer who killed your family, but in the back of your minds, you never blamed them. You blame yourself; for you risk the situation just to find out that it had result to nothing, that it was your entire fault.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" >Hating yourself will never do you good, neither is hating the world</span><span style="font-size:78%;">. But in the end, you’ll realize that what you have done, may it be the wickedest of black spells, gave off a wonderful fruit far more than you imagined.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>Yinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14636924537516409378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900227492728713520.post-28232800474503247982008-10-14T07:44:00.000-07:002008-10-14T08:06:51.251-07:00From The Dim Light<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link style="font-family: verdana;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Century Gothic"; panose-1:2 11 5 2 2 2 2 2 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapelayout ext="edit"> <o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"> </o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style=""> </span>Finally, she arrived at the hospital.<span style=""> </span>She slowly turned the car engine off and took out the keys. That was Thursday night. The head nurse designated her to the Special Care Unit where only one nurse was allowed to take responsibility of the patients. SCU can be spotted at the far left corner of the second floor front wing of the hospital. <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">It always looks creepy. </span>The thought of staying there that night alone made her shiver. Complaining was the last thing she wants to do. It’s her job anyway.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style=""> </span>After doing the charts and rendering care, she weakly turned on the tv and sat down. She was sleepy. So she stood up again, went to her things and got her game gadget out. It always makes her awake. She was singing this certain song on MTV when someone knocked at the door. It was almost 12 midnight. <i style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">Who could it possibly be?</i> Policy’s no visitors from 9 PM to 7 AM. Some ward nurse perhaps.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style=""> </span>She hesitated but still opened the door. Outside the unit, there stood one of the laboratory staffs. His eyes were teary, red and swollen. He was silent for a moment, maybe thinking. And then he asked her if he could come in for a conversation, an important one. He seemed desperate to talk his problems out. What a puppy! And since he is her friend, she let him in.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style=""> </span>He sat down beside her, table at the front. He then began to talk about this girl, a friend that eventually became the one he had fallen for. The deal was the girl only treats him as a friend. He was hurt, so hurt that he can’t bear it anymore. Anyone can feel the sadness in his eyes. He then asked for a warm embrace. He hugged her even before her consent. She was astonished. His pretty brown eyes somewhat became dark with evil scheme. The good boy image turned into a real monster identity. He touched her in places most male wants to touch in females. She stood up. Startled. Speechless. Frightened.
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<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><i style=""><span style=""> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">Maybe he was just confused.</span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">She kindly asked him to leave the unit but the laboratory guy was persistent. He held her hands and pinned her to the wall, telling her how much he loves her and begging her to love him too. She wanted to scream but she just burst in tears. He was still touching her and she was too weak to fight his strong urge. He seemed obsessed. <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">He then began kissing her lips. </span>Those lips that were reserved only for the man she loved all her life. She was so afraid. She started squealing unpleasant words to his face and telling him to get out of the unit before she sues him. She repeated it a hundred times over before the lab guy came to his senses. He knelt down and apologized for what he did but she was too upset to forgive him. She pushed him out the door. She was scared. She was crying. And she had not slept in two days. Her mind kept picturing the terrible experience. <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">The second marked traumatic day of her life finally came.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Heard the story? Asked your friends, perhaps they knew.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> Yinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14636924537516409378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900227492728713520.post-37593104428077943282008-09-18T04:10:00.000-07:002008-09-18T04:14:00.751-07:00The Hospital Incident<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 100%; font-weight: bold;">The spark.<!--sizec--></span> The spark. It is definitely still there.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">After a while of not seeing him. After the recovery from all the heartaches he caused, the unbearable pain he let me feel. After collecting buckets of tears. I got to see him again. In the hospital.<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> </span><i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Unexpectedly.</i></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">It was odd though. I didn’t feel any pain. Just that tingling of nerves, excitement. <i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">He smiled. </i>That smile I used to see everyday way back college.<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> </span><i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">I smiled too</i><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">.</span> And for a moment, the world stopped. I became conscious of his stare but it’s not like he’s going to eat me alive or so whatever. It is that stare, <span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">that sweet stare that used to make me want to kiss him.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">He sat beside me. So close that his arm could actually wrestle mine. My heart raced. We were still for a while. I could hear him breathe. The silence between us was deafening. I gazed blankly at nowhere. He did too. And then, blah blah. He finally spoke. It was not on my list to talk to him but it’s awkward not to respond. And yes, <i>we talked.</i></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Moments passed, he took me to this place, the place where we used to eat when we were still schooling. He ordered the same dish. I felt like Im back in the year 2006. Our continuous talk was fun. It was like our first day out together. Seeing him again was like seeing him for the first time. I can’t feel that hurt I felt a few months earlier, whenever I look at his face. He hadn’t change. Physically. He hadn’t change. The way he talk, he laugh. The way he delivers his comic stories, a desperate comedian. And I don’t know but that was one of the things I liked about him. <i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">He always tries to put a smile on my face.</i></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">We came back to the hospital. He started teasing me. I should be annoyed for he kept pushing me while I was seated, but I wasn’t. In fact, <i>I found it sweet.</i> He used to do that in college, the bullying thing. He does that when he wants your attention.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">I wanted to stay for a bit longer but my angel told me to go home for he will notice that I still long for him when I don’t. And that would just hurt.<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> </span><i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Hurt a lot.</i></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">I bid farewell to his parents, hoping I could see them again. <span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">I love them. </span>I really do, for they played a big part in my life. I bid him goodbye.<i> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">A cold, lonely goodbye.</span></i> I wanted to hug him but my guts expectantly shrank for I know it was off beam. <i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">When will we see each other again?</i> No one knows. I just hold on to what his dad told us, <i style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">"You may not realize it right now, but you two are really meant for each other".</i></span><!--/sizec--></div>Yinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14636924537516409378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900227492728713520.post-49491615077760895742008-08-29T03:24:00.000-07:002008-09-14T07:10:40.247-07:00A Jockey's Journey -- Part IV<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I was never too shy around my friends. But with Cinnamon, I barely speak. I can't even glance at him. He was distracting my every thoughts. At the swimming party, he saw me cry. I was ashamed. I didn't know what to do until he finally came up to me and said, <span style="font-style: italic;">"If I were you're boyfriend, I would never make you cry". </span>At his words, I eventually stopped crying. It felt good having an assurance like that. Later on that month, I was officially his girl.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" >War with the Alcoholics</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">We had new members early this summer. Kids. Teens. Lovers. Any one. I thought having them around would make the club more fun. But no, I was wrong. There was this couple, an officious couple who thought that they were one of the most famous people you'd ever know in audition world. <span style="font-style: italic;">DJMargarita</span>, a costume player, nursing student, was the jealous girlfriend of <span style="font-style: italic;">DJScotch</span>, a high leveled audista. They two, hit the gossip grounds, making names. Wrecked names. They had wars, eventually, with almost all the jockeys. If you'd only witnessed the nasty things they said, you'd curse them. We were glad the conflicts over for they were expelled from the club.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The online world seemed so empty for one by one, jockeys tried to pull themselves out of the club. For random reasons. Studies. Family and money matters. Anything under the sun, just to have an excuse. We let them go. For they'll be happy if we let them go. All that was left, those who were still standing on Club DJs' grounds, were those brave enough to never leave their mates.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The remaining jockeys, their bond has become tighter. They go to assemblies, gatherings and the like together. Though conflicts cannot be avoided, members always try to act as mature as they can. Break ups had been one of the most bought reasons for disagreements. There were times that members would take his side, her side but for the record, we manage to fix things up before a week ends.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">After 2-3 months of leaving the club, several of our former colleagues began to chat with us again. Eventually, the boss asked them to come back to the club. Aft</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">er moments and moments of thinking, there they are, an official Club DJ members again. It's fun to have them back. *smiles*</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Yinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14636924537516409378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900227492728713520.post-3768328430387290102008-08-24T01:14:00.000-07:002008-09-01T16:34:28.062-07:00A Jockey's Journey -- Part IIIAll the hopes to be close to her, the hopes to be called one of her sissies turned into balls of shame. He is a male. I just didn’t want to believe it for when I talk to Watermelon in game, she always seems so feminine. Yes. He carried himself well. As a girl. When I later on found out that he was one of those ancient, old members of DJs who objected to have me in the club, <span style="font-style: italic;">I started to dislike him.</span><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">After the break up with Sourcream, another jockey attempted to win Butternut’s heart. <span style="font-style: italic;">DJGrapes, </span>who was totally shattered at that time, became a very dear friend to me. I was his confidant, a shoulder to cry on. Our closeness lead to a special friendship. He fell in love. I did too. Or so I thought. But same as Sourcream's story, it didn't last long. Bitterness ate him up that until now, he blames me for all the pain he went through.</p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">The club has a very tight bond. Opening application for new members was a risk of time. Almost everyday, the club master would hire one or two applicants. It's fun to have new friends. But still you have to choose them. For you will never know who are true and who are going to pull you down and bury you alive.</p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;">Cinnamon Rolls Went Rolling</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE6PQmetaVpHhuixm-PPmGw4Cq_T5O2J05WmFxwJ_nkC767uSFV3b6wC3-EPoZINwMOF2Lu9z2I1UibhSjIY9JG3y_KxOdyRHL-kT4GizHXuzJdmC3uR3S5O7iThnMok6U0rGJQ2ixcl0/s1600-h/CinnamonAva.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE6PQmetaVpHhuixm-PPmGw4Cq_T5O2J05WmFxwJ_nkC767uSFV3b6wC3-EPoZINwMOF2Lu9z2I1UibhSjIY9JG3y_KxOdyRHL-kT4GizHXuzJdmC3uR3S5O7iThnMok6U0rGJQ2ixcl0/s320/CinnamonAva.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241199369105654434" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">I was beginning to get close to <span style="font-style: italic;">DJCinnamo</span><span style="font-style: italic;">n</span> at that time. He was the guy I never thought he is. I always tease him, telling him that I like him when I know he won't like me. It's not that Im not pretty, it's just that .. He likes somebody else. There was this one time when I was so bored, I got him to text me. And jeez, I was totally out of my mind. I uttered the magical words. Yes you know it. <span style="font-style: italic;">I told him that I love him.</span> And whoa, I got him confused. I keep telling him that I love him when I know in myself that I was just infatuated. After a few replies, he told me that <span style="font-style: italic;">he loves me back.</span> OMG. Is that for real? Yes it was for real. </p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Days passed, the online script turned into a real life love story. The jockeys were in a swimming party that time, we were drinking beer. I was crying then for I don't want to get hurt anymore. I don't want to hurt others because I am hurting. I just want to be happy. That was when I saw Cinnamon, for the very first time. Cinnamon.</p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">TO CONTINUE.</span><br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Yinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14636924537516409378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900227492728713520.post-56198355837295492112008-08-20T05:24:00.000-07:002008-08-20T07:47:31.383-07:00A Jockey's Journey -- Part II<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">DJBlackberry</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">DJSourcream</span> were the first two jockeys I ever met in game. My heart was pumping blood more than usual. I didn't know how to introduce myself without sounding arrogant or flirty. After seconds of thinking what to say, Blackberry finally approached me. We were talking about <span style="font-style: italic;">NASLs</span> (name, age, sex/gender, location) when Sourcream joined the conversation.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >We were all in getting-to-know-each-other stage when some DJs entered the room. I felt their warmth, their friendship, their sincerity. But I proved myself wrong. <span style="font-style: italic;">Not all of them likes me.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >I heard rumors that some ancient members really didn't want me in the club. The hell I care, the club master accepted me as an official member and that's all that matters.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >The Deal With DJSourcream</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGT7OuBrLNwG5vKo7wMbscC0xwsSZXUKWVGRsOKPbZe80pqLr9anjeDszUvOK9-yJ5QIfj6-gbK6Fv1pBEO8tvMMTXio4oYnVnWaFQh1Bo25_w6v2K2FK0YKZp_tKrJdlLulPyywisUzY/s1600-h/909293i7snjwwxtks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGT7OuBrLNwG5vKo7wMbscC0xwsSZXUKWVGRsOKPbZe80pqLr9anjeDszUvOK9-yJ5QIfj6-gbK6Fv1pBEO8tvMMTXio4oYnVnWaFQh1Bo25_w6v2K2FK0YKZp_tKrJdlLulPyywisUzY/s320/909293i7snjwwxtks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236601958080177410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Sourcream, who eventually became my in-game couple after weeks of my stay in the club, had been one of my closest friends online. He would comment on my photos in friendster everyday, stating how he loves to look at my pictures, how he likes me. I sensed something far more than friendship in him and I was right. Sourcream courted me for more than a week then boom, before I knew it, I was starting a special friendship with him. Too bad, it didn't last for even a month. He just cant save me from the burdens I was carrying at that time. He was too weak to be my saviour.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >At long last, after weeks of having cyber friendship, I met them ... personally at Boss Lhime's birthday party. I wasn't surprised when I saw that <span style="font-style: italic;">he really was a he</span>. Besides, they already warned me that Lhime is a male. But there's this one revelation I tend not to believe ... at first.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">DJWatermelon, Male or Female? Good or Bad?</span></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguMJlJKmRakUiLT2BWPD82SIE9lKstUz_Ji2xomptqpvfnHuOkiCdFnPYk_Uxn9tO2qo98y3Y7VlBpPmsBHda7JFWl-LbB_EAw1eyCsn79VqVJLUgI-ajtLXnhQiz9l8VdKmlCfw3oM84/s1600-h/AvatarKo-1.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguMJlJKmRakUiLT2BWPD82SIE9lKstUz_Ji2xomptqpvfnHuOkiCdFnPYk_Uxn9tO2qo98y3Y7VlBpPmsBHda7JFWl-LbB_EAw1eyCsn79VqVJLUgI-ajtLXnhQiz9l8VdKmlCfw3oM84/s320/AvatarKo-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236603182456508706" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I was looking for her, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >the great signature maker of the club.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I heard that she was</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> o</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ne of Lhime's closest friends and that they both came from one place. Blackberry, who took me to the venue of Lhime's party asked me if I know the guy standing by the front door's internet cafe. He was a tall, slim guy with weakly shaven beard and mustache. He's not that handsome, I told myself. I was staring at </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">him when Blackberry blurted out that the guy I was looking at is DJWatermelon. You read it right folks. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >It was him.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" >TO CONTINUE ..</span></span><br /></div>Yinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14636924537516409378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900227492728713520.post-55309937836361898882008-08-19T21:44:00.000-07:002008-08-20T05:23:24.025-07:00A Jockey's Journey -- Part I<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >I joined this certain club in an online game I am currently playing - Audition Dance Battle Philippines. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Club DJ, </span>who welcomed me warmly, was one of the most known clubs in Audition. It came to life on the first month of 2007, closed beta period.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3aKPoPsCqv9UOSVvYrZP8sbLqq2VOO57maEscPUl6oYvtHwN7Cw9zve1pFFk0S5J9TB3x8rgMuxKSbjK_iK9XWvH955Iucsn0LWC-zHynvafIMOPUSv3_V8PJpaNE_N4cowTHxFrXBsk/s1600-h/917395118l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3aKPoPsCqv9UOSVvYrZP8sbLqq2VOO57maEscPUl6oYvtHwN7Cw9zve1pFFk0S5J9TB3x8rgMuxKSbjK_iK9XWvH955Iucsn0LWC-zHynvafIMOPUSv3_V8PJpaNE_N4cowTHxFrXBsk/s320/917395118l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236560679934051986" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >I came to know the club while I was browsing the pages of E-games forums. I was a member of l'Esprit du Clan back then when I decided to join Club DJ.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Why?</span></span><br /></div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">First,</span> my clan was bringing up the rear, besides, it was fresh and we only had few members.</span></li><li><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Second,</span> I was mesmerized by the colorful banners and signatures Club DJ has.</span></li><li><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Third,</span> it was famed.</span><br /></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >It took nights, bread, when I finally had the guts to approach their club master, <span style="font-style: italic;">DJLhime</span>. Fortunately, and I mean so fortunately, application to join the club was open. They needed members. So after I passed my application, they put me up for an interview with <span style="font-style: italic;">DJTaro</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">DJChocolate</span>. The interview almost took two hours. I could still recall how sick I was at that time and my nose was bleeding then. At last, I was accepted, I was officially a Club DJ member.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >That was January 2008, new members were obliged to modify their former in game names into flavor/spice/fruit names like that of <span style="font-style: italic;">DJWatermelon's</span> and other DJs. And the chosen name must start with the letters D and J, capitalized. I was recognized as<span style="font-style: italic;"> jeihzie</span> for a year before I changed my in game name into <span style="font-style: italic;">DJButternut.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Butternut. The History.</span></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM06WTpNTrm_6ETV7lJ2QJre_wPp67xJ_9a4ihiWzhQIppOooL50XeZXVeV0-BcUKDxoWCMteqLgkf-Ma9f5yYJoLmr0Q8-kniIMUruRwrXmjBi-LmgBlDB7-OFMY5fLdw57egHKd0MU0/s1600-h/yinGANDA(440)chops.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM06WTpNTrm_6ETV7lJ2QJre_wPp67xJ_9a4ihiWzhQIppOooL50XeZXVeV0-BcUKDxoWCMteqLgkf-Ma9f5yYJoLmr0Q8-kniIMUruRwrXmjBi-LmgBlDB7-OFMY5fLdw57egHKd0MU0/s320/yinGANDA(440)chops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236561241171889554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Chopsueyrice,</span> one of my closest friends in E-games Forums has become my constant text and chatmate. He knew about everything I went through. My rants, my joy, my heartaches. He was happy for me when I told him that I was going to join one of the well known clubs online. When the DJs accepted me as their member, Chops, as what i call him, helped me think of a food name I can use as an in game name. We came up with Lollipop, Cream, Berries etc etc. When we finally agreed in Butternut. He got it from a flavor of Dunkin Donuts' Donuts. That color orange shaped in a letter O thing-y. A day after our conversation, jeihzie was, for the record, became DJButternut from then on.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >The first time I showed up with the jockeys in the dancefloor, my heart was freakin' racing. What if's filled my mind like plague. <span style="font-style: italic;">What if they dont like me? What if some of them are rude, mean, cruel? What if I'm not really welcome? What if? What if?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">TO CONTINUE ...</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div>Yinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14636924537516409378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900227492728713520.post-49393152493336408892008-08-18T08:59:00.000-07:002008-08-19T09:53:33.693-07:00A Heal For a Broken Heart<h3 style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Intro<br /></span></h3><h3 style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">This girl has been acquainted to pain since she entered college. That was the very first time she thought that life never really is good. She thought she was strong, that she can brave anything that comes her way ... until she fell in love.</span></span></h3><h3 style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">What Exactly Is Heartbreak?</span></h3><div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"> </div><p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Lots of things can cause heartbreak. Some people might have had a romantic relationship that ended before they were ready. Others might have strong feelings for someone who doesn't feel the same way. Or maybe a person feels sad or angry when a close friend ends or abandons the friendship. Although the causes may be different, the feeling of loss is the same — whether it's the loss of something real or the loss of something you only hoped for. People describe heartbreak as</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">a feeling of heaviness, emptiness, and sadness.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><h3 style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">How Can I Deal With How I Feel?</span></h3><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"> </div><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Most people will tell you you'll get over it or you'll meet someone else, but when it's happening to you, it can feel like no one else in the world has ever felt the same way. If you're experiencing these feelings, there are things you can do to lessen the pain. Here are some tips that might help:</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"> </div><ul style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="kh_longline_list"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>Share your feelings.</strong> Some people find that sharing their feelings with someone they trust — someone who recognizes what they're going through — helps them feel better. That could mean talking over all the things you feel, even having a good cry on the shoulder of a comforting friend or family member. Others find they heal better if they hang out and do the things they normally enjoy, like seeing a movie or going to a concert, to take their minds off the hurt. If you feel like someone can't relate to what you're going through or is dismissive of your feelings, find someone more sympathetic to talk to. (OK, we know that sharing feelings can be tough for guys, but you don't necessarily have to tell the football team or your wrestling coach what you're going through. Talk with a friend or family member, a teacher, or counselor. It might make you more comfortable if you find a female family member or friend, like an older sister or a neighbor, to talk to.)</span></li></ul><ul style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="kh_longline_list"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Remember what's good about you.</strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"> </span>This one is really important.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Sometimes people with broken hearts start to blame themselves for what's happened. They may be really down on themselves, exaggerating their faults as though they did something to deserve the unhappiness they're experiencing. If you find this happening to you, nip it in the bud! Remind yourself of your good qualities, and if you can't think of them because your broken heart is clouding your view, get your friends to remind you.</span></span></li></ul><ul style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="kh_longline_list"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Take good care of yourself.</strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">A broken heart can be very stressful </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">so don't let the rest of your body get broken too. Get lots of sleep, eat healthy foods, and exercise regularly to minimize stress and </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://kidshealth.org/teen/your_mind/mental_health/depression.html">depression</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"> and give your </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://kidshealth.org/teen/question/emotions/self_esteem.html">self-esteem</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"> a boost.</span></span></li></ul><ul style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="kh_longline_list"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Don't be afraid to cry.</strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"> Going through a break-up can be really tough, and getting some of those raw emotions out can be a big help. We know this is another tough one for guys, but</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">there's no shame in crying now and then.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">No one has to see you do it — you don't have to start blubbering in class or at soccer practice or anything. Just a find a place where you can be alone, like crying into your pillow at night or in the shower when you're getting ready for the day.</span></span></li></ul><ul style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="kh_longline_list"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>Do the things you normally enjoy.</strong> Whether it's seeing a movie or going to a concert, do something fun to take your mind off the negative feelings for a while.</span></li></ul><ul style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="kh_longline_list"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>Keep yourself busy.</strong> Sometimes this is difficult when you're coping with sadness and grief, but it really helps. This is a great time to redecorate your room or try a new hobby. That doesn't mean you shouldn't think about what happened — working things through in our minds is all part of the healing process — it just means you should focus on other things too.</span></li></ul><ul style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="kh_longline_list"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>Give yourself time.</strong> It takes time for sadness to go away. Almost everyone thinks they won't feel normal again, but the human spirit is amazing — and the heartbreak almost always heals after a while. But how long will that take? That depends on what caused your heartbreak, how you deal with loss, and how quickly you tend to bounce back from things. Getting over a break-up can take a couple of days to many weeks — and sometimes even months.</span></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"> </div><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Some people feel that nothing will make them happy again and resort to <a href="http://kidshealth.org/teen/drug_alcohol/alcohol/alcohol.html">alcohol</a> or <a href="http://kidshealth.org/teen/drug_alcohol/drugs/know_about_drugs.html">drugs</a>. Others feel angry and want to hurt themselves or someone else. People who drink, do drugs, or <a href="http://kidshealth.org/teen/your_mind/mental_health/cutting.html">cut</a> themselves to escape from the reality of a loss may think they are numbing their pain, but the feeling is only temporary. They're not really dealing with the pain, only masking it, which makes all their feelings build up inside and prolongs the sadness.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"> </div><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sometimes the sadness is so deep — or lasts so long — that a person may need some extra support. For someone who isn't starting to feel better after a few weeks or who continues to feel depressed, talking to a counselor or therapist can be very helpful.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"> </div><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">So be patient with yourself, and let the healing begin.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">---</span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://kidshealth.org/teen/your_mind/relationships/broken_heart.html">Getting Over a Break up, reviewed by: <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Jennifer Pendley, PhD</span></a></span></p>Yinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14636924537516409378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900227492728713520.post-10460960356734688382008-08-17T13:19:00.000-07:002008-08-17T14:04:02.146-07:00Joe and Ariel, they kissed again.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmzRjXaRygoYUBrsub-ZTA9uzDbD7WyNIuDblfXxZI_l6MPrtv7NJUkZ1xSTnzCW48IVtYvHxfiI4pCSQotTUt7TdDV4po0rbQiwkALXzS7RFRS1kyks3PqyFoLDKsfvbKo703bkr7xsA/s1600-h/erg5xi2oj.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmzRjXaRygoYUBrsub-ZTA9uzDbD7WyNIuDblfXxZI_l6MPrtv7NJUkZ1xSTnzCW48IVtYvHxfiI4pCSQotTUt7TdDV4po0rbQiwkALXzS7RFRS1kyks3PqyFoLDKsfvbKo703bkr7xsA/s200/erg5xi2oj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235594901208560418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">THEY KISSED AGAIN<br /><br /></span></div><p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sequel to the 2005 smash hit <i>It Started With a Kiss</i></span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Chinese Title: 'E Zuo Ju Er Wen' (literally, <i>prank's second kiss</i>)<br />Year: 2008<br />No. of episodes: 20<br />Theme song: Mavis Fan (ending song - <i>Ni</i> ('You') by Ariel Lin and interlude by Joe Cheng)<br />Based on the manga <i>Itazaru Na Kiss</i> ("prank's kiss") by Kaoru Tada</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">Ariel Lin</span> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">as </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Xiang Qin </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Joe Cheng</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">as </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Zhi Shu</span> </span></div><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>Best Moments & Lines</b></span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">- Episode 11 in its entirety<br />- When ZS is sitting by himself on the bench after his farewell to his family and XQ before departing for the military. The image of him, alone and looking/caressing XQ's picture on his cellphone was moving beyond words. I nearly bursted into tears.<br />-<span style="font-style: italic;"> "I'm the king of the world! You jump, I jump!"</span> - Ariel was damn funny in that scene.<br />- <span style="font-style: italic;">"She doesn't seem to understand just how much I love her."</span> - Zhi Shu in a heart-to-heart with XQ's dad. I'm glad XQ overheard this.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">-</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">"Like a broken record, she kept telling me that she loved me...it was so annoying. But when this became a regular part of my life and I took it for granted, she suddenly told me she didn't love me anymore. I can still clearly remember the nauseating feeling I had [when she said that]...I can do 90% of the things in this world. The other 10%, she can do, in a way that no one else can."</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">- ZS explaining to YS how he fell in love with XQ.</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">- <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">"I can't imagine how you would live if I weren't by your side. That is probably why I'm so strict with you. I don't know how long I can be with you in this lifetime, so even if I'm not with you one day, you must live on bravely".</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">- ZS' narration while leaving for the military</span>.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">- The episode where the past and personality of XQ's mom is revealed.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">- </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">"</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">The most important thing is, I love you. I love you so much. Anything that comes from you, I will love. Be it beautiful, ugly, normal or odd... as long as it comes from you, I will love it".</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Hands-down the most romantic line uttered in the whole series. How far ZS has come. I nearly melted on the spot.</span> </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>The Loot Bag</b></span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">1) The<span style="font-weight: bold;"> love nest.</span> The doped-up house is fantastic, I'd want to live there! And their blog actually exists in real life! A clever idea to market and promote this series.<br />2) The acting.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">3) There's at least <span style="font-weight: bold;">one kiss in every episode</span>, except the one when ZS treats XQ like dirt during their tension about Qi Tai.<br />4) A lot of <span style="font-weight: bold;">funny scenes. </span>The director is actually in a lot of them, plus he likes to include a lot of NG clips in the final cut.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">5) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Episode 11</span>, which was an explosive episode in terms of emotions and character revelations. A lot of best moments were in this episode.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">6) Incredibly creative connections to ISWAK <span style="font-weight: bold;">without flashback overload.</span> For example, in the finale, in the scene where ZS asks XQ if she's pregnant, he's wearing the same sweater he wore on their first unofficial date in ISWAK! I was also estatic with ZS' office decorations. I was praying that the bakery model that XQ made for his birthday would make a re-appearance and it did, along with the love letter and the good luck charm she gave him! Amazing! Finally something to show XQ that <span style="font-weight: bold;">he was in love with her for almost as long as she was with him.</span> And how freakin' cute was the button ring?!</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>The Barf Bag</b></span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">1) Back in ISWAK, XQ was pretty uncomfortable whenever ZS teased her about physical intimacy (even though she was head over heels in love), so I found it shady that in TKA, they slept together on the last night of their honeymoon. I have to ask, would XQ have agreed to sleeping together if she knew they weren't legally married? The writers glided over this point and I can't shake the feeling that XQ might not have agreed to sleeping together if they weren't married.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">2) How rude Yu Shu is. Terrible parenting skills displayed by the Jiangs.<br />3) The bastardization of the nursing profession. I understand that this is supposedly a romantic comedy, but is anyone going to trust a nurse after watching XQ and her antics in nursing school and the hospital? She cried in an operating room, for god's sake!</span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">4) Too many soliloquies. I can't count how many times characters gave huge, long speeches as if they were about to die. One example was Ah Bu's speech about his love for Chun Mei at the hospital.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">5) The brief but idiotic moment when ZS is introduced to Christine and says (in English) "Hi, I'm Joe. What's up?" and Christine replies "Good!". Who the hell replies 'good' to 'what's up'?!!? Who scripted this sad English? I almost died laughing.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">6) How ZS still calls XQ 'idiot'. I find that verbally abusive and I cringed everytime.<br />7) People come in and out of the series way too quickly. I understand that the focus is on XQ and ZS, but the snippets of other people made other characters seem like caricatures, and didn't allow for some meaningful subplots. It's a good thing Ariel and Joe are such terrific actors, otherwise I would be begging for more subplots.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>Eyes of a Hawk</b></span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">- In the episode where XQ goes to Ma Tzu to visit ZS and she falls down and he tends to her ankle - look - <span style="font-weight: bold;">they're wearing matching shoes!</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>Through the Grapevine</b></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Forums are abuzz about the possible real-life relationship between Ariel and Joe. What we do know is (and they've said in interviews) that they call each other</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">"</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">lao gong</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">" (husband)</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">and</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">"</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">lao po</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">" (wife) </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">in real life. Ariel has said in an interview that while preparing for this series, she watched an American TV show on doctors and quickly called Joe and said "Lao gong, there's a show on TV about doctors! Quick! Watch and learn how to be a doctor!" I find this both telling and interesting given the fact that the two characters in the series don't even call each other that - they just call each other by name. Recent interviews also indicate that they may just come out and admit their relationship very soon.</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><br /></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">--------</span></p><p face="verdana" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Credits to Bridget for the review.</span><br /></span></p>Yinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14636924537516409378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900227492728713520.post-33751496705552236412008-07-30T06:36:00.000-07:002008-07-30T06:51:05.127-07:00Happiness, the wrong thing?<p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> People always tell me how I should be careful with my words, how I should act my age. They dictate me what to do, as if they know me more than I ever know myself. And it’s hard when all you ever wanted was to free yourself from their chains. They will always run after you and pull your neck with a rope, you have a choice but you are not bound to choose because you’re their slave. You have no capability of deciding. It’s as if you will ruin everything if you won’t follow the rules, if you won’t listen. It’s either you’ll take their advice, do the right thing, break your own heart and make them happy or believe in what you believe in, proof them wrong and be happy about it.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> What really is the right thing to do? Not to hurt others but instead hurt your self? Make others happy and leave yourself in misery? What do you think is right?</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> People don’t have to slave people just because they think they’re inferior. They go walking the streets with a sign that says <i style="">I’m Mr. Know-it-all. </i>It makes them happy yeah, obviously. What is right for them may not be right for others. But do we have to comment on what they do? Do we have to spot their every single mistake just because we claim that we know the right thing? If we do what other heartless creatures do, then we’d be just like them. Cold. Distant. Tainted.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> Let’s act for a reason. Not just because we are bound to do it but because we want to do it and because it will make you, them and everybody happy. Have your own decision. Don’t always depend on what they say. Besides, we are born alone. Strong and independent. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Yinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14636924537516409378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900227492728713520.post-11765733133613929082008-07-01T07:47:00.000-07:002008-07-01T08:24:06.438-07:00Talkin' about Music.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXI-P0ANwqui0WmUJ38EgbIU6W2qwvL6DzNq6Blv73SqJmLXbk6sH1qDgPzk1RQgo8vIZakPGSzgyAVS5HtHrz01PriuvQVSSM4adcZ1yxs7hGH4Z85F0zQMdc6nStmZURiMbm9KHyYBM/s1600-h/fromdii.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXI-P0ANwqui0WmUJ38EgbIU6W2qwvL6DzNq6Blv73SqJmLXbk6sH1qDgPzk1RQgo8vIZakPGSzgyAVS5HtHrz01PriuvQVSSM4adcZ1yxs7hGH4Z85F0zQMdc6nStmZURiMbm9KHyYBM/s200/fromdii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218065966094310162" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">See that picture above? Yes, that's me. It was a shot taken at my room in my grandmother's old house in Laguna. An acoustic princess eh? Looks like an album cover. But it isn't. For I am just an ordinary girl, hidden from spot lights, cameras and scripts. But yes, i do play guitar. And I like acoustics. I love music.</span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Music</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" >T<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">he word </span></span><i style="font-family: verdana;">music</i><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" > comes from the </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_language" title="Greek language">Greek</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" > </span><i style="font-family: verdana;">mousikê (tekhnê)</i><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" > by way of the Latin </span><i style="font-family: verdana;">musica</i><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >. It is ultimately derived from </span><i style="font-family: verdana;">mousa</i><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >, the Greek word for </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muses" class="mw-redirect" title="Muses">muse</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >. In ancient Greece, the word </span><i style="font-family: verdana;">mousike</i><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"> was used to mean any of the arts or sciences governed by the Muses. Later, in Rome, </span><i style="font-family: verdana;">ars musica</i><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" > embraced </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poetry" title="Poetry">poetry</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" > as well as instrument-oriented music. In the European </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Middle_Ages" title="Middle Ages">Middle Ages</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >, musica was part of the mathematical </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quadrivium" title="Quadrivium">quadrivium</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" > - </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arithmetic" title="Arithmetic">arithmetics</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >, </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geometry" title="Geometry">geometry</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >, </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astronomy" title="Astronomy">astronomy</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" > and musica. The concept of musica was split into three major kinds by the fifth century philosopher, Boethius: </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Musica_universalis" title="Musica universalis">musica universalis</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >, </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Musica_humana&action=edit&redlink=1" class="new" title="Musica humana (page does not exist)">musica humana</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >, and </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Musica_instrumentalis" class="mw-redirect" title="Musica instrumentalis">musica instrumentalis</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >. Of those, only the last - musica instrumentalis - referred to music as performed sound.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" >[en.wikipedia.org]<br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">--</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >Credits to Web Designer Mr. Rap Santos<br />for the photo editing.</span></span><br /></div>Yinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14636924537516409378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900227492728713520.post-16460233007205032152008-06-25T05:39:00.000-07:002008-07-01T08:23:05.664-07:00Maturity: Defined.<p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">2005</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">For the longest time after what had happened in the last one and a half year, she decided to go out in a serene place by herself. It was the first time she did that, no friends to chat with, and no family to talk to, just her alone. The cool atmosphere blended the thoughts she was thinking. ‘How on earth did I ever betray my parents, my family?’ It was a realization indeed that what had happened in the past couple of months was, as they say, immaturity. She ran away from home. She was blinded by love.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">‘Im 18. They shouldn’t dictate me what to do.’ As she always tells herself. And at that time, reality set in. She knew she was wrong but her pride refused to admit it.</span> </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">What is maturity?</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Maturity is the <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">ability to control anger <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">and settle differences without violence or destruction.</span></span><br />Maturity is patience. It is the willingness to pass up immediate pleasure in favor of the long-term gain. Maturity is perseverance, the ability to sweat out a project or a situation in spite of heavy opposition and discouraging set-backs. Maturity is the capacity to face unpleasantness and frustration, discomfort and defeat, without complaint or collapse.</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Maturity is humility. It is being big enough to say, <span style="font-style: italic;">"I was wrong."</span> And, when right, the mature person need not experience the satisfaction of saying, <span style="font-style: italic;">"I told you so.</span>"</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: justify;"> </p><p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Maturity means dependability, <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">keeping one's word</span>, coming through in a crisis. <span style="font-style: italic;">The immature are masters of the alibi.</span> They are the confused and the disorganized. Their lives are a maze of broken promises, former friends, unfinished business, and good intentions that somehow never materialize.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /><span style="font-size:100%;">---</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Published as the first part.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Yin aka DJButternut.</span><br /></div>Yinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14636924537516409378noreply@blogger.com0