What’s been happening to me, in bullet-form:
- I finally got my own shiny death note. Didn’t get it from a shinigami though. I bought (or rather, I asked my father to buy) it from Comic Alley. ^^ Now whose name should I write first? kkk (Btw, if you don’t know what’s this death note I’m babbling about, well then, poor you.)
- Last Wednesday, me and my parents went to see Dr. Avila. I underwent a biopsy procedure (no pics here, sorry.) Why? You see I have had these strange little lumps at the back of my ears, and sometimes one even grows on my neck. They are painless, and recurring little things, and after about a year of having them I finally told my parents, which of course, caused them to panic. Heh. Naturally we went to a doctor, and she prescribed some strong antibiotics which I had to take for a week (which was hard for me since I find it really difficult swallowing even just a single tablet. =_=) After that, my lumps (or rather, lymph nodes) didn’t show any signs of improvement (No use choking on all those pills. T.T) so I had to have them biopsied. It was a very quick procedure, but it did cost a lot, considering it’s only a single prick of a needle. I know I’d sound cliche but it did feel like you were bitten by an ant — only it wouldn’t let go for about 20 seconds. Ouch. Anyway, the results revealed that it was nothing serious. Lymphadentitis, or lymph node swelling. Right now the swelling has subsided, but doc says we should continue observation for 3 months.
- Anyway, right after that, we went to the movie premiere of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. We watched it at the imax theatre at the SM Mall of Asia. I could say it was a so-so movie. Nothing really spectacular compared to the past Potter movies. The lady who played Dolores Umbridge was rather good though. Oh, and Snape. Even though he played a very little role, he managed to capture his character perfectly. ^^ The last 20 minutes of the movie we got to see in 3-d. I don’t know why, but security was rather lax inside the cinema, so people were able to take pictures before the movie began. I have pics of me wearing these huge 3d eyeglasses (yeah I looked like an insect), but I’ll upload them later.
- Now, I wrote a rather long-ish and detailed narration here of how I was riding the MRT at night, on my way home, when this lady began preaching inside the train. But my internet connection crashed (Arrgh!) and so I had to re-do this part. Anyway, it was my first time to see anyone preaching inside the MRT, and surprisingly this woman didn’t ask for an money or donation before she left. I began to admire that woman’s faith and her courage to speak up to people who most likely weren’t going to listen. She reminded us to pray – a message which struck me because there are times when I get so engulfed with my own problems and issues that I just forget the One who has always been there for me, even though I didn’t deserve the least of His help. I began to ask myself, what have I been doing for God and for his glory? Lately I have been what I always have been: a slack. God so help me, I pray that I may be able to get rid of my laziness and focus on what I need to do! Speaking of which, I have school work yet undone. Papers for UP-SFC’s recognition have not been submitted either. *sigh* I should get back to life now. Ciao!
[I found this off a friend's blog. Just thought I'd repost it here.]
When I say…”I am a Christian” I’m not shouting “I am saved”
I’m whispering “I got lost!” “That is why I chose this way.”
When I say…”I am a Christian” don’t speak of this with pride.
I’m confessing that I stumble and need someone to be my guide.
When I say…”I am a Christian” I’m not trying to be strong.
I’m professing that I’m weak and pray for strength to carry on.
When I say…”I am a Christian” I’m not bragging of success.
I’m admitting I have failed and cannot ever pay the debt.
When I say…”I am a Christian” I’m not claiming to be perfect,
my flaws are too visible but God believes I’m worth it.
When I say…”I am a Christian” I still feel the sting of pain I have my share of heartaches
which is why I seek His name.
When I say…”I am a Christian” I do not wish to judge. I have no authority.
I only know I’m loved.
Snow, Glass, Apples is a short story written by the fantastic fantasy writer and graphic novelist Neil Gaiman. It’s basically a story about Snow White — written from a dark, twisted perspective. Read it, and you won’t view the faerie tale the same way again. And while I would have loved to post the entire text on here, I can’t, due to copyright laws. Instead I’ll post the link to the story here:
http://www.holycow.com/dreaming/stories/snow.html
I hope you’ll enjoy the story as much as I did.
Fare Thee Well
Contributed by tingkerbell (Edited by arwen)
Wednesday, May 30, 2007 @ 10:53:56 AM
<http://www.peyups.com/article.khtml?sid=4345>
The moment you read this, I will be a thousand miles away from you. I know you wouldn’t even care less and I’m not really sure what I could make out of that. Look, I have no intension of pestering you as you say you have a busy schedule. There’s just something I wish to convey before I finally let go of this feeling, move on, and live my life. I don’t really give out letters like this to those people I fancy, it always seemed so easy for me to talk to them and give them a piece of my mind. Just couldn’t figure out why I find it so difficult for me to have a word with you regarding this matter. I know I started this whole insane sh*t at the wrong foot. What I thought was just a big joke turned out to be something that devoured me. I didn’t have any idea that it was going to eat me whole. Had I known, I shouldn’t have indulged myself onto it. I thought I was in control, something I’m used to being all the time. And when I noticed that I wasn’t and that I’m slowly slipping away to my typical controlled self, it scared the hell out of me. YOU scared the hell out of me. So I went back to my usual routine again: going out, meeting new people, and trying to enjoy their company – to keep my mind off you. But I should have known better. It was useless, utterly futile…all in vain.
I often wonder what it is with you that made me feel this. You made me feel all those stupid mixed emotions all at the same time. And it was then that I figured out that I was in deep shit. I had my pride. I tried to conceal it to everyone, to you, and even to myself. I knew what our friends are like. They’d surely make a big laugh out of me. I can already see them with their eyes wide open as if I have just said the most absurd thing. See, it was always a conscious effort to be cool whenever you’re around. To act natural, to be left unnoticed. It wasn’t easy, I swear.
But I’m only human. I also get tired. I’m tired of pretending that I don’t care at all. Tired of using that nonchalant façade every time I hear them talking about you, or hear them talk about something that reminded me of you.
What we had was not something substantial, I must admit. I don’t even know what your last name is, which school you came from, or even your favorite color. But know that for the short span of time that I have known you, it was pure bliss. And for that, I want to thank you for the incredible memories that would forever be etched within me, those would bring out the best smile in me as I reminisce. Please don’t get me wrong here. I don’t intend to attract attention from you. I don’t even expect anything from you after having this. I just feel the need to do this. For myself. For no other reason but to put you all behind me.
I loved you, this I’m certain.
So anyway, thank you for taking the time to read this…if you did read on. I have just unloaded something that has eaten most of my time lately. Somehow, I feel a lot okay now. I’m looking forward to seeing you again. And when that time comes, I will be ready to be friends with you…without pretensions.
It will be better that way.
Classical:
If you love someone,
Set him free…
If he comes back, he’s yours,
If he doesn’t, he never was…
Pessimist:
If you love someone,
Set him free…
If he ever comes back, he’s yours,
If he doesn’t, as expected, he never
was …
Optimist:
If you love someone,
Set him free…
Don’t worry, he will come back.
Suspicious:
(1) If you love someone,
Set him free…
If he ever comes back, ask him why.
(2) If you love someone,
Set him free… but get someone to
follow him.
(3) If you love someone,
are you sure you love that someone?
Go-getter:
If you love someone,
Set him free…
If he comes back, he’s yours,
If he doesn’t, go get him!
Hunter:
If you love someone,
Set him free…
Don’t even wait whether he comes back,
go hunt him down!
Impatient:
If you love someone,
Set him free…
If he doesn’t come back within some
time, forget him.
Patient:
If you love someone,
Set him free…
If he doesn’t come back, continue to
wait until he comes back…
Playful:
If you love someone,
Set him free…
If he comes back, and if you love him
still,
set him free again,
repeat! 
These are not ones that I could relate to, but I liked them anyway. All photos taken from the Postsecret blog.
I was surfing some website yesterday when I chanced upon the following text… And while these interpretations may be dismissed as plain old rumors which may or may not have any truth to them, I find it interesting to look at the following seemingly innocent rhymes and tales from a darker new perspective.
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The Little Mermaid
In the original version of this tale, the one written by Hans Christian Anderson, the little mermaid doesn’t get to live as happily-ever-after as she does in other retellings such as Walt Diney’s. In her quest for the love of a human prince and for an eternal soul (according to the tale, mermaids don’t have souls like humans, and although they have a lifespan of around 300 years, when they die they merely turn into sea foam and cease to exist.), she made a deal with the sea witch, cutting off her tongue in exchange for a potion which turns her into a human. She must then make the prince fall in love with her and marry her or else she will die and turn into sea foam. However the prince falls in love with another girl and marries her. The little mermaid’s sisters eventually made another deal with the sea witch in exchange for their hair. According to the deal, the little mermaid’s life would be saved and she could return to her normal life in the sea if she stabs and kills the prince before sunrise. She refuses to do this and thus meets her end. However, even though she died she is given the chance to gain an eternal soul by the daughters of the air. Yeah.
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Snow White
This is speculated to be about the 7 stages of cocaine addiction.
Snow white (cocaine) meets:
Dopey: That fun high you first get on your first try.
Happy: That euphoric feeling of being high.
Bashful: aka being shy or silent about your addiction, avoiding the subject etc.
Grumpy: When you’ve been confronted and forced to give it up.
Sleepy: When you are off the stuff at first you get really depressed and sleepy.
Sneezy: You also get really sick. ie: sneezing, chills, night sweats etc.
Doc: You see them either when you finally seek help. . . or when you’re dead.
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Sleeping Beauty
In other versions of this tale, she was not awoken by a kiss, but was actually raped by “Price Charming” and awoke from the stirring of her twin children being born… Think they lived happily ever after?
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Ring around the rosies
Pocket full of posies,
Ashes, Ashes,
We all fall down. . .
This was about the black plague. The ring was one of the first signs of the deadly sickness. The Posies were stuffed into the pockets of the dead to quench the smell. ‘Ashes to Ashes’ refers to man being created out of the ashes and returning to ashes in death. And the falling down part refers to finally succumbing to death.
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London Bridge is Falling down
Falling Down, Falling Down
London Bridge is Falling Down
my Fair Lady
Vikings tied the bridge to their boats and tried to row away. . . It fell down. Oh yeah, and the fair lady was Queen Elizabeth.
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Sing a song of six pence
A pocket full of rye
four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie
When the pie was opened
the birds began to sing
isn’t that a dainty dish
to set before a king?
This was a recruitment tactic for pirates in the sixteenth century the pie was the boat that would take the ship with about 24 buccaneers inside. Black birds were the pirates obviously and the king was Black beard himself. . .
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Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after
This was about the reign of King Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette Jack (George) and Jill (Mary) ascended to power to gain control of the waterways The people revolted and killed Jack first (beheading) And killed Jill after.
I’m guessing that you all have heard of the phenomenal blog called Postsecret, wherein “people mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard.” The pictures have spread like wildfire over the internet, and I just thought of posting some of those which I could relate to (well, sort of) at the moment. Enjoy. Haha. I wonder if I should make my own postsecret… Hmm. =]
Once upon a time, I woke up and decided to spice things up in this mundane virtual world. And who could help me better but my trusty photo editor, Corel Paint Shop Pro X (nope, not Adobe Photoshop)? Here are thumbs of the pics I’ve PS-ed so far. Most of them are pictures of my friends, while some are from members of the Soompi Forums, who put up their pictures to be photo-shopped.
