Happy Fathers Day to My Dad

I tell you this, my dad and I were never close. This could be for the reason our family was never the showy type of people.

But I tell you this...

There is more to this that what the eye fan see...

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9th Philippine Toycon bonding!

I was yesterday with Jennifer de Asis, Chloebelle de Asis and Paolo Fresnoza at Megamall to attend the 9th Philippine Toycon convention. When Chloebelle told me about this event a few weeks ago, I immediately agreed to go with them since I haven’t been into any anime / toy / cosplay related convention for years!

Read more about it here!

Manny Pacquiao vs Joshua Clottey LIVE streaming videos

If you would like to know where to access LIVE feedcast of the Manny Pacquiao vs Joshua Clottey match, which will happen tomorrow, read all about it here!

Japanese Documentaries to be shown for FREE!

Award winning Japanese movies or documentaries will be shown for FREE this weekend in Shangri-La Manila and UP Film Institute.

To find out more information about this, please visit this link!

I find it fascinating to find something new in something we generally know and in some cases, taken for granted.

Like Alice in Wonderland.

Who would have thought that there is a mother and wife Alice, a warrior Alice, a heroine Alice and more!?

Various Alice in Wonderland summary, roles, environments, etc. And most are way far from the Wonderland we are used to.

The best part of this is, you could read these versions online for FREE!

Click here to read more about this! :D

Mature Content! Boy Love!

WARNING! This post is NOT for minors or with close minded perspective on the subject. Please do not proceed if your stomach cannot take this kind of subject. You have been warned.



My best friend just found a stock of ebook on man-to-love and boy, was I excited to read one asap! Tee hee hee!

Know what the novel is all about here!

Wow! Mini doughnuts!

The Krispy Kreme mini doughnuts are here in the Philippines! Can't wait to try them out very soon!

Learn more about it here!

Shorter Earth Time Now!

Because of what the earthquake in Chile, there is a change in our Earth Time! Wow!

Read all about it here!

Real Life Business Proposition - Humor post!

Ahahaha! You think the 5 p's of marketing will solely be found only in sales or marketing. Ha! That's what you think. It fan also be found in real life! :D

Example:

Father : I want you to marry a girl of my choice
Son : ‘I will choose my own bride!’
Father : ‘But the girl is Bill Gates’s daughter . ‘
Son : ‘Well, in that case . . . ok’

Next Father approaches Bill Gates.
Father : ‘I have a husband for your daughter . ‘
Bill Gates : ‘But my daughter is too young to marry!’
Father : ‘But this young man is a vice-president of the World Bank . ‘
Bill Gates : ‘Ah, in that case . . . ok’

Finally Father goes to see the president of the World Bank .
Father : ‘I have a young man to be recommended as a vice-president . ‘
President : ‘But I already have more vice- presidents than I need!’
Father : ‘But this young man is Bill Gates’s son-in-law . ‘
President : ‘Ah, in that case . . . ok’

Find more about how the 5 p's of marketing is applied into the example above by clicking here! :D

A drug dealer's hideout

Wow! These pictures are out of this world!

I swear, illegal drug dealers are having too much! It's not fair!



View more pictures regarding Colombian Drug Dealer riches here.

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There are two things to consider when falling in love?

There are two things to consider when falling in love?

One, will you be there when he/she needs your hand under the cold, drifting snow?
Will you be there when he/she needs your voice and arms to sooth his/her fears?
Will you be there when he/she asks for your help even in danger?
Will you be there when he/she needs a lullaby to lull his/her predicaments to sleep?
Will you do all of these unconditionally?
Will you do all of these with no strings attached?
Will dou do all of these with an open heart?
Will you do all of these with unconditional love?

Second thing to consider...
Are you loved the same way?

So many emotions. So many hurt.

Please be strong. There is no other way.
Only with taking the risk will we find out if we are loved in return.

Why? Why? Why?

Ne ne... Why is so good about being independent?

Because you can do anything anytime and anywhere you want. You rule your time and your work.

I see.
Ne ne... Why do you do so much chores so hard in one day when you can do them the next?

Why do something tomorrow when you can do them today? Besides, doing chores from the bottom of your heart will help build your physique and concentration to get things done.

Oh okay!
Ne ne... Why are you studying a lot of things? Language, design, programming, etc.

Because you are never too old or too late to learn new things. With learning new things you may find a new interest or hobby or even an investment for the future.

That's a great plan!
Ne ne... How come you are often found with a lot of different people?

Because being in diverse people makes one learn how to deal with different qualities and personalities. Being with many people learns one to adapt with humanity.

Aaaah... No wonder you know how to talk to people!
Ne ne... How come you listen with different kinds of music?

Because music helps in satisfying the soul's emotion.

True true!
Ne ne... Can I ask one last question?

Sure. What is it?

How come I never see you smile from your heart?

....

Why is rain sometimes hated?

The rain connotes tears from the sky. It washes debris away, feeding life with its cool embrace.
The rain encloses the heart to its tempting slumber. It has the magic of a lullaby. When you hear the pitter patter of raindrops on the roof and on the windowsill, you know the world outside has taken another face.

The green becomes greener, the brown becomes more brown. People curl onto a corner and read a good book. Others, appeal to its caressing magic of taking them into the world of dreams. The music of raindrops a constant chant for sleep.

For others though...

Rain drags them into a deeper realm of loneliness. It is the place where secrets lurk to feed on the life of its owner. What does rain gain from its evil work?

Rain traps a soul in its prison. When the person lays in bed realizing his predicaments, his head swarmed with insignificance, his facade broken down with his solitude, the rain emphasizes the person's self-worth and instead of calming the soul, the rain captured a heart.

The heart will either live... or die.

Each day it rained, when a person lays alone in bed... alone... we never know the wrath it may bring to the person.

Are you sure the person close to you is not a rain hater? Does this person live alone? Is this person happy being alone? Does this person give any indication of hating the rain?
Would you be there if this person needs your help amidst the rain?
Do you think it will not be too late?

She hates her life

She hates her life.

She just resigned from her job.

All she wanted was to find her place.

All she wanted was to vent out her frustration to something that wouldn’t be hurt, wouldn’t talk back, that would not care less to anything she will say.

It was all a lie.

Head bowed, hiding behind straightened jacket collars, she trudged under the drizzle of morning rain. It was the almost the end of summer. The weather had started to veer away from the sunny atmosphere.

She didn't know where to stay for the remainder of the day. Emotionally burdened to have the incentive to find a new job, she opted to tire herself out by walking with no destination in mind.

She loves to walk. Under extreme heat or shivering cold, feeling the movement and the elements work against her calms her mind. It is the only task where she could place her body on auto mode, without qualms on her surroundings simce her senses has memorized the place of her heart. The city. The life of her world.

The only place she has, even though it hurts for her to stay.

She hates the city she’s in.

Every nook and corner could bring a lot of memories, good and bad, making her heart ache even more.

She wants to walk far away. Away from everyone she knows, from everyone she’s used to, from everything that knows her. She wants to be free. She wants to soar.

She wants to die.

She wants to die from the heartache, from the redundancy of everything there is. She wants to get away from the responsibilities. She wants to drown herself in a tidal wave. She wants to fall from the sky with no parachute. She wants to drive recklessly over a cliff. She wants to hurt herself.

Her greatest wish is to have the simple freedom of not to think of anything even for a moment… and to not have any fear of the consequences.

The drizzle had started to pour. A bit drenched, she took shelter under a small coffee shop’s doorstep. She rubbed her stiff hands and blew on them while surveying the shop's exterior. Her eyes glanced a bit on the shop’s window towards a table of a small family.

There were four of them. The mother spooned some food to the boy toddler beside her. The father and daughter laughingly chatted on the other side of the table, twirling their forks in their spaghetti. The daughter has some sauce on her chin and her father lovingly wiped them off with a table napkin. The daughter kissed her dad on the cheek in gratitude and they continued on laughing.

She couldn’t take her eyes on them. They were a happy sight to see against the gloomy atmosphere slowly surrounding the city. They had laughter, smiles, and companionship. They had the simple gift of harmony, one thing she is envious of.

Her heart swelled from the pretty picture. Taking her eyes off them, she bowed her head and gently crossed her hands across the upper part of her chest. She could feel it, the familiar blossoming ache from within her. She placed a bit of pressure to her chest to ward it off, but to no avail.

She raised her head and looked around. She observed the people passing by the shop, noting the color of their coats, the shape of their hairs, the accessories on their neck, the luggage they had. She scrutinized the shape and brilliance of the cars passing by. She followed the path of a stray cat as it entered a nearby alleyway, apparently hunting for its latest meal.

Try hard as she might, she couldn’t stop her head from glancing at the same table. This time, she didn’t fight it. She felt the pain again and a bit of wetness on her eyes. She was able to control the tears from falling, but her eyes blurred and her throat tightened.

Unknown to her, a familiar shape has been watching from a restaurant nearby.

He had never seen her with a sad face. At all the times they crossed path, her eyes had always held sparks from laughter or anger. Her eyes spoke of confidence, mirth and humor.

But she has never told him anything of her true self. Because of this, he is in complete darkness on how to reach her. She always seemed to hide something.

He doesn't know why but he wants to know more of her. He wants to see her secrets. He wants to unravel her complexity.

He wants to know the answer why he often thinks of her.

Taking his cellphone out of his coat, he pressed on a button and placed it on his ear.

"Hello? I want you to follow her. Find out as much as you can without her noticing. I'll expect a report asap."

With that, he stood up, threw some bills on the table and stepped out into the restaurant, crossed the street and grinning, tapped on the shoulder of his favorite victim.

She sharply turned her head and her eyes grew wide when she realized who it was.

The grin died from his face upon seeing unshed tears in her eyes.

"Oi," he leaned closer, "have you been crying?"

"Eh? You're weird." she stammered, quickly turning to rub the wetness from her eyes with the back of her palm. She turned back with a glare, "If you please excuse me, I have somewhere important to go to."

Even with rain still pouring, she went into it and quickly walked away from him, not looking back.

He remained standing, watching her back. "One day," he murmured.

He stepped into the rain and walked to the other direction.

Two individuals parted under the tearful sky of destiny. One hiding, the other pursuing. One ensues confidence, the other secretive.

Time will tell if the one who pursues will ever catch the other, and if he will ever accept the secrets he longed to hear.

Is it okay...?

Do you think it would be alright
if I crouch behind the bushes
and weep in calm might
with the crickets glowing
owls croaking
water in the pond rippling
blood gushing across pale skin.
Need I tell more
of the blood
with all life, joy, hope, flow away in one direction
away from its birth
away from its master
away from source of existence.
No, you do not know
nor do I know
how much pain you feel
when you get to be alone.
But I tell you one thing
there is no way
I could be healed
from the loneliness
that I have been forced
to be in
for my conscience wouldn't be able to take it
to leave loneliness...
the only constant companion
I ever had.
Now is the matter of survival
It is the most important thing.

Mirror mirror on the wall

Conniving mysteries, hundreds of little windows, unseen eyes making its route all over the room. Is it real or merely a feeling from imagination?

No. There had been moments of denial, but seeing is believing and believing is when curiousity needs to learn more. Then action takes its course without often thinking. A dangerous game sometimes, but being in it has its merit of fun in a human life.

Dong… dong… dong…

The grandfather clock downstairs has woken from its hourly slumber. She ignores the unearthly sound, used to its deep song of melancholic loneliness in the hallway.
It is the hour of reckoning. A time for another journey, another breathtaking spectacle, another timeline of fate’s unknown fabrication.

Moonlight streaked from the tall veranda windows. Soft rays glistened the full length mirror in the room, its intricate gold frame shining, seeming to move, gaining a life of its own.
To anyone who looks, a simple mirror it is, sharply telling the truth of anyone who looks on it.
But to the black haired beauty, the mirror, given to her as a gift by her late beloved grandmother, holds a lot of memories, tales and legends her grandmother told her as a very inquisitive child.

Only to find out, most of her grandmother’s tales were true.

She touches the mirror’s surface. It ripples. As the ripples reached the frame, a different face from her own smiles back at her. The strong face of a handsome man beckons as she feels the mirror’s surface grow warm and long, strong fingers twines with hers.

She is being pulled towards the mirror, the surface absorbing her as she steps into it.
Time of freedom. Time of redemption. Time to be herself, away from her reality. An escape from the redundancy of her life.

The ripples ceased. The grandfather clock has stopped its tune, the last note hangs heavily in the air, waiting for a breath to soften its overwhelming presence in the house.

When will she come back? Will she even come back? Only time will tell if she will.

The Other Side of Christmas... for some

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Originally uploaded by alithea_a.

For those in the cheerful spirit of Christmas, DO NOT READ THIS. Don’t say I did not warn you.

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She knows Christmas is the time to be merry,
to sing,
to dance,
to be friendly,
to give and receive gifts,
to listen,
to eat,
to laugh,
to jump,
to squeal,
to smell hot chocolate,
to decorate,
to read under the christmas tree,
to stare at hypnotic candlelights,
to believe in wishes,
to be excited,
to hang socks and misletoes,
to watch cartoons,
to play,
to believe in fairies,
to wait for Santa (even though you're not a kid anymore),
to tell stories,
to have more photos,
to visit friends,
to be with family
and...
to believe in miracles.

And yet,
she has lost her voice to sing,
she does not feel her legs to dance,
strangers are too suspicious to be friendly with,
she does not receive gifts,
there is no music for her ears,
no appetite to eat,
no smile on her lips,
no strength to jump,
no urge to squeal,
no chocolate for a drink,
no decorations to put up,
no new story to read,
feels stupid to look at candlelights,
no wish to be granted,
no excitement to feel,
no socks and misletoes to hang,
no cartoons to feel like a kid again,
no playmate,
no fairy tale to go back to,
no Santa to stay up for,
no stories to share,
no photos to be in,
no friends to be with,
no family to share with,
and...
no sense to be celebrating, for wishes can be useless.

Unreaching Pair

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Originally uploaded by alithea_a.

The light from the lampshade shines on her like a spotlight.

It is time for the Sun to set.

Steadily, the Sky colors with different hues. Day is giving passage to night. Moon and Sun could see each other from their corners in the heavens.

Only for a while will they see each other, face to face, before the solemn night takes the place of majestic day.

It has always been a glorious spectacle when the heavenly bodies reach for that time to worship, to meet, to bask on each others glory.

The Sun always promises vibrant life, continously shines grace, always a witness to all activities on earth, the Father to everything that lives. To him, his protective sight binds everyone to work together.

The Moon guides the line to love. It is the time when lovers speak of whispered promises, when stars are given the chance to twinkle, when sounds cease to exist to give unsaid words a chance to be heard. The Moon attests to the truth of emotions. Under her embrace does secrets come into her gentle light.

With the Moon, hidden love is given the chance to expose all that is needed to be seen in order to make the world see how busy it is to not see what is most precious.

Over her head, the Moon and Sun are aligned. Only a few more minutes then the Moon will have dominance over the waiting Sky.

She starts to walk towards the setting Sun. She never grows tired seeing it. If only coming closer to it promises basking in its soft, glorious radiance a little longer, she is willing to walk forever.

Then he suddenly appears, looking very handsome and strong in casual shirt and jeans. His back is towards her but he feels her presence and turns.

It never fails, his sad smile makes her smile in return. He walks towards her.

"Rough day?" she asks.

He shrugs, sweeping imaginary dirt from his sleeves. "The usual."

"That's good."

Silence reigns but it isn't bad. Being friends forever, words are not needed to express. Their eyes, their posture, the way their heads tilt, both know the meaning of every movement and how to react.

But Time is of essence and works against all earthly ways.

"Well I have to go. I'm needed."

She opened her white parasol she has been carrying. The breeze comes, swaying her white dress and making some leaves fall down from trees.

He unexpectedly takes her white hand and kisses its back courteously.

"Till the sunrise Princess. I'll always be waiting."

The breeze picks up. He lets go as she floats away, holding on her parasol.

She floats to the sky, to take her position as heavenly mother, to give comforting solace and embrace to everyone on Earth.

The Sun has disappeared.

He looks at where she stood a while ago. His Princess is up in the sky. He will watch her take her walk across the horizon until the time night meets day, and they could meet again, before he takes his place in the Sky.

As the law of the cosmos had decreed.

~ Inspired from the song "Sun & Moon" of Ms. Saigon


Watch and hear the song here. Absolutely beautiful!


Song: Sun And Moon Lyrics
[KIM]
You are sunlight and I moon
Joined by the gods of fortune
Midnight and high noon
Sharing the sky
We have been blessed, you and I

[CHRIS]
You are here like a mystery
I'm from a world that's so different
From all that you are
How in the light of one night
Did we come so far?

[KIM]
Outside day starts to dawn

[CHRIS]
Your moon still floats on high

[KIM]
The birds awake

[CHRIS]
The stars shine too

[KIM]
My hands still shake

[CHRIS]
I reach for you

[BOTH]
And we meet in the sky!

[KIM]
You are sunlight and I moon
Joined here
Bright'ning the sky
With the flame
Of love

[BOTH]
Made of
Sunlight
Moonlight

[KIM]
Tomorrow will be the full moon
I can bring friends to bless our room
With paper unicorns and perfume
If you want me to

[CHRIS]
Unicorns? sure. . .

The Meaning of Fate's Play

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Originally uploaded by alithea_a.

She has been wondering, what fate truly does to human lives.

Is it Fate that bonds lives? Create friendships? Relationships? More lives?

What does life play in accordance to the laws of the cosmos?

What did her past hide, even from herself? What did her present give to the society?
What does her future hold for her?

"Honey?"

The door opens, in pokes her mother's head.

"Are you ready? We don't want to be late."

"Yes mom," she murmured.

Sitting at the airport bench, sipping on her fruits soda, her eyes kept shifting, unconsciously observing people walking past her.

"Hey."

She willed herself to look at the person beside her. She smiled and offered her soda.

He took it and sipped softly, leaning back on the bench and casually swung an arm behind her.

He offered her soda back.

"You know you should lay off the sweet drinks. You're getting fat." He grinned.

She swiped her soda back. "Bastard", she muttered and went back on observing.

They sat in comfortable silence, testament of years of togetherness, quietly aware of the other's presence.

Friends since high school, they guarded each other's back as intense as siblings, as fierce as lovers, as bonded as couples. Together, they became a team. Partners.

But they were just friends. And to both of them, it is the most important thing there is.

They each had troubles, had relationships, and had their lives to live. But they were still able to remember the other as another part of themselves, as twins sharing an unseen bond.

Time had flown to fast.

Fate has started its twisted game.

By the waiting aisle, two families are taking in a few moments of conversation. Hugs, kisses, a few tears.

She was speechless. He was looking everywhere but at her.

She grasped his hands. Held them tight.

"Promise me? You'll write often? You'll miss me?" She smiled, willing tears away.

"Heh... of course. I won't have anyone to tease anymore."

She bonked him gently on the head with a fist.

"Moron", she laughed softly.

Her laugh cut short when he pulled her to a tight embrace.

He pulled her tight against him. Smelling her hair, feeling her fast heartbeat, memorizing the feel of her before the dreaded time came.

He whispered on her ear. Her eyes widened, then he let go. His hands sliding down her from her shoulders, down her biceps, her lower arms, over her wrists, her hands and finally over her fingertips, when all contact finally ceased.

She waved to the airplane.

Fate has won the game.

But Fate has not seen a trap woven when it has turned its eyes away to glory in its victory.

A promise had been made. A promise worth a thousand promises.

Goodbyes left an ache.

But what is the true meaning of goodbye?

Goodbyes will not be given a chance to rear its ugly head.

The recent goodbye held a promise. One she will keep. One she will endure.

"I will do my best for you too." She whispered, imprinting the airplane's flight in her head. One day, it will come back with that one person she holds dear.

The future has finally opened itself to her. Her past and present does not affect her much now.

What is important is her courage for the future.