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Monday, December 31, 2007

Mon, 31 Dec 2007 14:46:54 GMT

Happy New Year Everybody!
Belated Merry Christmas!!

DAUGHTRY LYRICS

"Over You"

Now that it's all said and done,
I can't believe you were the one
To build me up and tear me down,
Like an old abandoned house.
What you said when you left
Just left me cold and out of breath.
I fell too far, was in way too deep.
Guess I let you get the best of me.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.
I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up the pieces.
I'm spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you.

You took a hammer to these walls,
Dragged the memories down the hall,
Packed your bags and walked away.
There was nothing I could say.
And when you slammed the front door shut,
A lot of others opened up,
So did my eyes so I could see
That you never were the best for me.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.
I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up the pieces.
I'm spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.
I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up the pieces.
I'm spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
Well I'm putting my heart back together,
'Cause I got over you.
Well I got over you.
I got over you.
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Sat, 17 Nov 2007 12:19:05 GMT

During my devotional time I was struck with this verse and couldn't seem to continue until I completely digested it. So I will be poundering on this verse for the rest of the day:

"What other nation is so great

as to have their gods near them

the way the Lord our God is near us

whenever we pray to him?"

-Deuteronomy 4:7

P.S.

Congratulations to Joanna and Joven!!! Proud parents of Joaquin Immanuel Salameda!

Random-ness

Fri, 28 Sep 2007 21:32:46 GMT

Trick-or-Treat-ing

Fri, 28 Sep 2007 20:35:41 GMT

I've played tennis last Saturday and embarrassed myself so many times I lost count already. But at least at the end I improved--I could finally hit the ball. Thanks for hangingout guys & gals (you know who you are)!

Not doing so great in school--at least not as well asI wanted. I'm bummed about it because I've been putting a lot of hours into studying but it seems my brain is hardly absorbing anything ~sigh~ I feel like a failure. It's so hard to study, work full-time, and do chores at home. I banned myself from youtube and site surfing unless it's for school. I don't mind studying but I wish I can absorb and retain whatever I learned. Alas! It does not seem like so. Well, I'll try and try again until this sem is over and let's see how I do. ~weeps bitterly~

Anyway, I was thinking of going treat or tricking next month but I need a costume. My sister has her renaissance dress that she can wear. But I don't have anything ready execpt some ideas:

(Note: if the link does not work you can copy paste it to your brower if you got the luxury of time)

Robin Witch Hunter:
http://static.flickr.com/22/39054003_c9c7eb1a20.jpg?v=0

Or Fionne

Or I could be Princess Leah

I was thinking of Chun Li until I realized how high the slits of her dress...er clothes are. :\ She's crossed out so perhaps some Dynasty Warrior female characters:

Diao Chan http://i.boomtown.net/pics/8/4/6/39648/186x331.jpg

Sun Shang Xiang http://koeiwarriors.simgames.net/artworks/dw4/dw4as-ssx.jpg

Yue Ying http://koeiwarriors.simgames.net/artworks/dw4/dw4as-yueying.jpg

How about cross dressing?

Zhang He http://koeiwarriors.simgames.net/artworks/dw4/dw4as-zhanghe.jpg

Lu Xun http://koeiwarriors.simgames.net/artworks/dw4/dw4as-luxun.jpg

Or the powerful Lu Bu http://koeiwarriors.simgames.net/artworks/dw4/dw4as-lubu.jpg ...nah too complicated

Or I could try to look cute (but that's pushing it too far)

I dunno who this is: http://koeiwarriors.simgames.net/artworks/dwbb/12s.jpg

Xiao Qiao http://koeiwarriors.simgames.net/artworks/dw4/dw4as-xiaoqiao.jpg

If all else fail there's always L (I already have a shirt):

(photo credit goes to Deviantart user: behindinfinity)

Sorry for the long non-sensical post. Ok time to hit the books--again. :\

Friday, September 14, 2007

Fri, 14 Sep 2007 14:15:34 GMT

Been busy with school. I've voluntarily made myself a semi-hermit.
Twisted my left ankle 2 days ago. Limped for a day but now I can walk normally again but my ankle still hurts when rubbed.

I'll leave you with this video: Death Note parody.

http://www.livevideo.com/video/75875EDE929149D48CC8F28794F0CB98/-gwen-stefani-s-l-perfume-par.aspx

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Sun, 26 Aug 2007 21:18:00 GMT

Note: forgive me for the long post.

Ah God! Why do you torture me??

HOUND OF HEAVEN

by Francis Thompson
(1859 - 1907)
A failure for so-long; a one-time opium addict; died of tuberculosis.
His poems, mainly religious, are rich in imagery and poetic vision.

I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
   I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
   Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter;
            Up vistaed hopes I sped;
            And shot, precipitated,
   Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears,
From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.
            But with unhurrying chase,
            And unperturbed pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
            They beat — and a Voice beat
            More instant than the Feet—
"All things betray thee, who betrayest Me."

            I pleaded, outlaw-wise,
By many a hearted casement, curtained red,
Trellised, with intertwining charities
(For, though I knew His love Who followed,
            Yet was I sore adread
Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside);
But, if one little casement parted wide,
   The gust of His approach would clash it to.
   Fear wist not to evade as Love wist to pursue.

Across the margent of the world I fled,
And troubled the gold gateways of the stars,
Smiting for shelter on their clanged bars;
       Fretting to dulcet jars
And silvern chatter the pale ports o' the moon.

I said to dawn: Be sudden; to eve: Be soon;
   With thy young skiey blossoms heap me over
       From this tremendous Lover!
Float thy vague veil about me, lest He see!

   I tempted all His servitors, but to find
My own betrayal in the constancy,
In faith to Him their fickleness to me,
   Their traitorous trueness, and their loyal deceit.

To all swift things for swiftness did I sue;
   Clung to the whistling mane of every wind.
     But whether they swept, smoothly fleet,
The long savannahs of the blue;
   Or whether, Thunder-driven,
   They clanged His chariot 'thwart a heaven,
Plashy with flying lightnings round the spurn o' their feet—
   Fear wist not to evade as Love wist to pursue.
       Still with unhurrying chase,
       And unperturbed pace,
   Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
       Came on the following Feet,
       And a Voice above their beat—
"Naught shelters thee, who wilt not shelter Me."

I sought no more that after which I strayed
       In face of man or maid;
But He still within the little children's eyes
       Seems something, something that replies,
They at least are for me, surely for me!
I turned me to them very wistfully;
But, just as their young eyes grew sudden fair
            With dawning answers there,
Their angel plucked them from me by the hair.

"Come then, ye other children, Nature's-share
With me" (said I); "Your delicate fellowship;
       Let me greet you lip to lip,
       Let me twine with you caresses,
            Wantoning
       With our Lady-Mother's vagrant tresses, Banqueting
       With her in her wind-walled palace,
       Underneath her azured dais,
       Quaffing, as your taintless way is,
            From a chalice
Lucent-weeping out of the dayspring."

            So it was done:
I in their delicate fellowship was one—
Drew the bolt of Nature's secrecies.
I knew all the swift importings
On the wilful face of skies;
       I knew how the clouds arise,
       Spumed of the wild sea-snortings;
            All that is born or dies
   Rose and drooped with; make them shapers
Of mine own moods, or wailful or divine—
            With them joyed and was bereaven.

            I was heavy with the even,
       When she lit her glimmering tapers
            Round the day's dead sanctities.
            I laughed in the morning's eyes
I triumphed and I saddened with all weather,
       Heaven and I wept together,
And its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine;
Against the red throb of its sunset-heart
            I laid my own to beat,
            And share commingling heat;

But not by that, by that, was eased my human smart.
In vain my tears were wet on Heaven's grey cheek.
For ah;
we know not what each other says.
   These things and I;
in sound I speak—
Their sound it but their stir, they speak by silences.

Nature, poor stepdame, cannot slake my drouth;
   Let her, if she would owe me,
Drop yon blue bosom-veil of sky, and show me
   The breasts o' her tenderness:
Never did any milk of hers once bless
            My thirsting mouth.
            Nigh and nigh draws the chase,
            With unperturbed pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
            And past those noised Feet
            A Voice comes yet more fleet—
"Lo! naught contents thee, who contents not Me."

Naked I wait Thy love's uplifted stroke!
My harness piece by piece Thou hast hewn from me,
            And smitten me to my knee;
            I am defenceless utterly.
            I slept, methinks, and woke,
And, slowly gazing, find me stripped in sleep.
In the rash lustihead of my young powers
            I shook the pillaring hours
and pulled my life upon me; grimed with smears,
I stand amid the dust o' the mounded years—
My mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap.
My days have crackled and gone up in smoke,
Have puffed and burst as sun-starts on a stream;

            Yea, faileth now even dream
The dreamer, and the lute the lutanist;
Even the linked fantasies, in whose blossomy twist
I swung the earth a trinket at my wrist,
Are yielding; cords of all too weak account
For earth, with heavy griefs so overplussed.

            Ah; is Thy love indeed
A weed, albeit an amaranthine weed,
Suffering no flowers except its own to mount?
Ah; must—
Designer infinite! —
Ah; must Thou char the wood ere Thou canst limn with it?

My freshness spent its wavering shower i' the dust;
And now my heart is as a broken fount,
Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever
   From the dank thoughts that shiver
Upon the sighful branches of my mind;
   Such is; what is to be?
The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind?
I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds;

Yet ever and anon a trumpet sounds
From the hid battlements of Eternity;
Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then
Round the half-glimpsed turrents slowly wash again.
   But not ere him who summoneth
   I first have seen, enwound
With glooming robes purpureal, cypress-encrowned;
His name I know, and what his trumpet saith.
Whether man's heart or life it be which yields
   Thee harvest, must Thy harvest fields
   Be dunged with rotten death?

   Now of that long pursuit
   Comes on at hand the bruit;
That Voice is round me like a bursting sea:
   "And is thy earth so marred,
   Shattered in shard on shard?
Lo, all things fly thee, for thou fliest Me!

   Strange, piteous, futile thing,
Wherefore should any set thee love apart?
Seeing none but I makes much of naught" (He said),
"And human love needs human meriting:
   How hast thou merited—
Of all man's clotted clay the dingiest clot?

   Alack, thou knowest not
How little worthy of any love thou art!
Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee,
   Save Me, save only Me?
All which I took from thee I did but take,
Not for thy harms,
But just that thou might'st seek it in My arms.
   All which thy child's mistake
Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home:
   Rise, clasp My hand, and come."

       Halts by me that footfall:
       Is my gloom, after all,
Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?

       "Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,
       I am He Whom thou seekest!
Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest Me."

Diversion from gloom

Sat, 25 Aug 2007 02:11:59 GMT

Presenting Mizushima Hiro! I first laid eyes on him while watching Hana Kimi (Jap version). Here's a vid of him. Unfortunately, my Nihongo is not good enough to understand what's happening. So if anyone out there can be kind enough to translate I would appreciate it. Check out the part when he says "Ohayo" *swoons*

Isn't Mazushima Hero a certified H.A.G.?? Esp when he said "Ohayo." (in the vid above) my reaction was similar to Nakatsu (see vid below). The part after he drank the water.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Mon, 13 Aug 2007 04:27:26 GMT

Here's some funny Pocky CM:

Here's another cute one with that teacher form Gokusen live, *something* Yukie. I forgot her name:

Another Pocky CM but it's not official though but I thought it was cute:

A Year Older ...

Mon, 13 Aug 2007 04:16:30 GMT

First of all thank you to all those who greeted me on my birthday. Arigato gusaimasu. : )

My birthday was spent like any normal day:

chores in the morning

6 PM I drove my Uncle and his family to his co-worker's house past Westfield Mall got home

10 PM then had cake and tea at the Jodeit's Manor.

1 AM got home

3 AM went to bed

Yeah, pretty blah. Oh well...

Btw, been watching this J-drama called "My Boss My Hero". It's hilarious! Even my mother is into it. lol ~ Stuck at ep. 5 though. : \ Everytime I sit in front of my laptop my mother either comes over to check if I'm watching ep. 6 or she would ask if I am. haha she's funny.

Blame my sister...

Wed, 13 Jun 2007 04:03:37 GMT

You Are More Mild Than Wild

You're confident, and you really aren't concerned with how "hot" you are.
Other people's ideas of what's sexy don't concern you. And this is exactly what makes you attractive.

Are You Hot?

Your Seduction Style: The Dandy

You're a non-traditionalist, not limited by gender roles or expectations.
Your sexuality is more fluid than that - and you defy labels or categories.
It's hard to pin you down, and that's what's fascinating about you.
You have the psychology of both a male and a female, and you can relate to anyone.

What Is Your Seduction Style?

Your Job Dissatisfaction Level is 50%

Well, you don't have the worst job in the world, but it's not great.
And don't worry, you're not the problem - your company is.
Start looking around for another job, even if you're not totally fed up.
Because in time, you're going to be dying to quit!

Should You Quit Your Job?

Can you believe this?? I thought my Job Satisfaction Level would be lower. : /

Your Job Satisfaction Level: 43%

Your job is about average. There are some parts you really enjoy, and some parts that stress you out.
It's possible that you need a small change. Maybe you should switch companies or positions.
It's also possible that you're simply burned out. No job is perfect, even a great one.
Give yourself a personal day to think about your career goals - and if your current job is helping you achieve them.

Should You Get a New Job?

You Don't Have a Boyfriend Because You are Too Shy

When a guy gets to know you, he finds a great catch
Problem is... you're too shy for most guys to get to know.
From meeting someone to dating, you usually have your guard up.
And while you're just holding back, it makes you seem like you've got something to hide.

Why Don't You Have a Boyfriend?

I don't have a BF because I'm not Angelina Jolie. lol

You Are Jennifer Aniston

Girl next door with a free spirit.
You're low key and naturally sexy.
Sweet and approachable, people are attracted to your upbeat attitude.
And even when life doesn't go your way, you always eventually turn things around.

Are You More Like Jennifer or Angelina?