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Monday, November 17, 2008Photo Contest? |
| just in case anyone reads this, if you have time please vote for my entry in this online photo contest. here's the link to my entry: http://cafebacolod.com/forum/index.php?topic=158.0 and here's a link to euny's entry: http://cafebacolod.com/forum/index.php?topic=166.0 you'll need to register, but you can leave the account dormant once you vote. just post something along the lines of: I VOTE FOR THIS. yun lang haha. you can vote for both our entries, one vote for each entry! thanks everyone! |
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Ninja Kanji |
| (Quick note: Yes, I do realize it's been several months since my last post. Don't worry, more to come soon.) You might have seen the background picture in my Friendster Profile. That's the kanji for Ninja, I was scanning the net and found the origins of the kanji. Personally, I find the art of writing kanji to be very interesting. Evey character has a specific meaning or story. Originally from: http://www.theartofcalligraphy.com/ninja-kanji.html The ninja kanji has two elements: NIN means to hide and JA stands for person. I have brushed the ninja kanji in a semi-cursive script with a beautiful balance between rest and motion to suggest the spirit of a ninja. The most significant character in the ninja kanji is NIN. Its original Chinese meaning is patience, endurance, but in Japan NIN evolved into shinobi, meaning to hide, to sneak in. The kanji NIN gives us an unmistaken picture of what the Chinese and Japanese understand by patience: a blade upon the heart! It requires little effort to imagine how this kanji for patience expanded its meaning to hiding, remaining undiscovered. For the spying samurais of the feudal Japan it was a common reality they faced, that even at the risk of their lives, -a blade upon their heart-, they did not reveal their identity. For the modern ninja, the stress, aggression and violence of our modern world certainly act as a sharp blade on our heart. The kanji NIN has two parts. In the upper part there is the blade; its left element has a long dot, as if it were a drop of blood dripping from the sword. The lower part is a heart. The second kanji is SHA. The SHA kanji, pronounced as JA in NINJA, means person. Although unrecognizable in the actual form of this kanji, the original pictogram of JA, depicts an old person with long hair who walks with a cane. My guess is this was the best way to refer to a wise and respected person, full of experience and knowledge. |
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Late Holiday Updates |
| Hmm... First post of the year. I guess everyone's been experiencing the sluggish internet due to the damaged Fiber-optic cables during the Taiwan quake. Well, let's just hope that the repairs will be finished as soon as possible. So, Happy Holidays everyone. These past few weeks haven't been too good for me here. After Christmas I got sick and even spent a whole week stuck at home. Up until now, I'm still feeling under the weather. Ugh, what a way to start the year. *Update 01/15/07* For some reason, I still haven't fully recovered and still continue to have the sniffles. What the hell, dude? School is back in session again, and of course that means only one thing, PLATES. Got lots of shit to take care of, so I'll leave you with a late Christmas song. Enjoy! |
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Goodbye, Mommy Lyka... |
 When you introduce a pet into your household, there comes a point in time that you don't look at them as animals anymore, they become a part of your family. Lyka, our Doberman, was just supposed to be a guard dog, but she ended up as a very welcome addition to our house here in Sum-ag. My dad bought her when we first transferred here a little over two years ago. I wouldn't consider myself to be a dog lover, but Lyka was the type of dog that you couldn't help but get attached to. She was really sweet and affectionate. I could hold out a handful of dog food and she'd quickly but carefully lick it out of my hand. If you stopped rubbing her head for a while, she'd start to nudge you to get your attention again. You could even put your forearm in her mouth and she'd just slobber all over it. If you waved your hand near her front paws, she'd raise one of them and shake your hand. I remember the first time I realized that Lyka was more than just a dog to us. There was one time where she got cut from running around chasing frogs and cats in our lawn. Most probably from poking around some broken bottles in the garbage heap. The cut was pretty deep and Lyka was a bloody mess. She had to go to the vet and needed stitches and antibiotics. Back at the house, we wrapped her up in a blanket and kept close watch over her. It was a real scare for us, but she got better. The past few days, Lyka wasn't her active, playful self. We thought she was just having her period, so we didn't really mind it much. However, just last Sunday, she didn't eat much at all and was hardly moving. Before I left to attend Simbang Gabi early Monday morning, she was sitting next to the front door and I gave her a quick pat on the head and rubbed her behind the ears. Then I came home and we noticed that she was back in her usual spot where we usually kept her tied up. At this point she was barely moving and my brother decided to bring her to the vet as soon as they opened. At this point I was really drowsy, so I went to bed. Around an hour later, JP came up and woke me up and told me Lyka died on the way to the vet. I couldn't believe it and ran down to see her. She was just laying there on the floor, motionless. I knelt down beside her and the sight just left me dumbfounded. I couldn't find the words and the tears just welled up in my eyes. Yep, I cried for my dog. Our beloved mommy Lyka. It couldn't be helped. I went upstairs and sat in front of my PC, just staring at the screen while the tears kept coming. We buried Lyka here next to the house. Everytime I walk out the front door, part of me expects to see her back in her old spot, keeping a watchful eye over the area. It's still hard to accept that she's gone. I do find comfort in the thought that up there in Heaven, God's got himself a really great doberman. -------------------------  I dunno if it's just a coincidence, but yesterday one of the runners at dad's office gave a puppy to us. He's a cross between a black lab and a dalmatian. My sister decided to call him Shadow. Sounds like a good name for a ninja dog. |
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Procrastination r0XX0rz my b0XX0rz! |
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Holy shit. For real? |
| It has come to my attention that... wait.. no nononono NO... this has actually been pointed out to me by several people already. At first it was quite a shocker to me and took me quite a long time to accept this as a truth. I've even tried to deny it to myself and to others, but now that I've learned to live with it, the healing can begin. It's taken quite a long time, and now I am ready to admit this to everyone. Please don't be shocked when you hear this, it might blow your friggin' minds. Confession time peeps... This is very difficult for me, but it's something which needs to come out of hiding. I, Timothy James Sta. Ana Tupas, Male, 25 years of age, admit to everyone of you reading this that: Yes, the rumors are true. Without a shadow of a doubt, I do, in fact, have a FAT ASS. No, really... I do. Gadzooks! You're shocked, aren't you? Totally, fragtastically flabergasted?!? Good Lord, what a turn of events. This piece of information could turn the world upside down and flip that motherfucker right off its axis. Great Odin's raven, I bet you didn't see that one coming! Sheesh, seriously people. Next time any of you feel the need to point out the fact that I have a plump rump, please just don't. I already know. Everyone else knows. It's fucking obvious. It's not like I've been trying to hide it in the first place. Just leave my ass alone. listening to: Ciara - Get Up feat. Chamillionaire |
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Correction! |
| The other day, I had a lengthy argument with one of my friends when he commented that I make it a habit to point out other people's mistakes. I just corrected his use of a word and it set him off. I admit it happens often, but is it really a bad thing? Now I don't know whether it's because of my character where I want to help people out or just a part of me who is a closet perfectionist, but I'm sure that it's not my intention to put down the person who I correct. I also want to avoid coming off as arrogant or a smart-ass, so if I do, all apologies. Let me assure you, my only goal is to help you out so other (more judgmental) people wouldn't make fun of you if you were to make that mistake in front of them. There are times when you're out in public and someone you don't know or just meet makes a glaring, but understandable mistake. For me, that's not a big deal. As much as possible, whenever I correct someone, I try to make sure that we're not in earshot of anyone else or at least within our group of friends. Of course there are those people who love to talk like they're some sort of omniscient force, when in fact they're brainless pieces of shit. Now I have no problem letting these fools run their mouths and make themselves look stupid. On the flipside, Lord knows I'm far from perfect, I make mistakes all the time. With that in mind, it's my sincere wish that my friends would let me know and correct me when I'd make a mistake as well. Just tryin' to be a useful human. listening to: Kanye West - Family Business |
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Blunt Force Trauma |
| I watched the Pacquiao vs. Morales fight last Sunday at L'Fisher Hotel with my dad. They set up the La Proa Ballroom with a huge screen and LCD projector with room for at least 200 people. The atmosphere during the fight was insane, people were screaming, cheering on Pacman as loud as they could. I swear, it felt like we were right there ringside in Las Vegas. Manny didn't disappoint his fans, he was too fast and too strong. Morales didn't have a chance. Well, kudos to Manny for the win, but that isn't what the main topic of this post is. For those who watched the early moments of the pay-per-view or were just early for the match in the arena itself, there was this one fight before all the main events had started. It involved Fernando Beltran Jr. and Edel Ruiz, in the Super Bantamweight division. They were actually really slow and not much to look at. At first, I wasn't paying much attention until, during one of the early rounds, I noticed Beltran go down on his knees and grimace in pain. For some reason, the referee wasn't counting to ten, but was reprimanding the other boxer instead. This made me look at Beltran again and noticed he was doubled over, groaning and covering his crotch. Turns out, the Ruiz was guilty of committing a low blow. I chuckled a bit and settled in my seat to watch out of sheer curiosity. After a while, he did it again! This time, I actually saw his glove hit Beltran's nether region. The other dude seemed like he was pretty close to tears and his hands were on his battered manhood. It was painful to watch and I couldn't help but wince. At this point, most of the crowd in L'Fisher noticed what was going on and were reacting as well. Out of pity, I hoped that would be the last low blow Beltran would have to suffer, but for some reason, the sadist in me was half-expecting to see more phallic carnage. The referee warned Ruiz again, but only a few moments later, a third and a fourth low blow sent his hapless opponent into the throes of pain and suffering. Each time a low blow was committed, there was mix of laughs and groans from the crowd. I myself found it hard to decide whether to burst out laughing or empathetically cup my own family jewels in pain. The low blowing dynamo, Ruiz, was given his final warning to cease the bludgeoning of his opponent's wang, but with little success. For the FIFTH and final time, he delivered a low blow straight to the pitiful balls of Beltran. The victim went down with a look of excruciating pain on his face and I couldn't help but explode in laughter. The rest of the crowd gave a similar reaction, mixed with boos, cheers and whatnot. Beltran won by DQ in the fourth round, but at what cost? How the hell did this happen? Ruiz must be blind and should never have been in the ring in the first place. God... It was good for a few laughs, but have mercy on the dude taking the punches to the crotch. I bet if Beltran is lucky enough to produce children, they'll be born dizzy and stupid. listening to: Youngbloodz - Im'ma Shine |
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