after kyohei, comes prince lelouch.. November 21, 2008
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after the unexpected end of yamato nadeshiko shichi henge (which, for some time now, put me into depression mode), i was somehow delighted to find out that there’s this another cool anime series on TV 5 entitled “code geass: lelouch of the rebellion”.. yey!
here’s the gist buddies (spoiler alert):
on august 10, 2010, a.t.b. (the imperial calendar, roughly 1955 AD), the holy empire of britannia overpowered japanese forces and conquered the country with their new robotic weapons, the “knightmare frames” (somewhat funny), in less than a month. in the aftermath of britannia’s invasion, japan lost its freedom, its rights, and even its name, becoming area 11 of the britannian empire. the japanese people, renamed as “elevens”, are forced to survive in poor neighborhoods, while britannians live in first-class settlements. rebel elements persist, however, as pockets of japanese organizations struggle against the empire for the independence of japan.
after his father, the emperor of britannia, failed to prevent the assassination of his mother, an attack which also left his sister blind and crippled, the young prince lelouch (pronounced as “lelush”) vowed to destroy britannia. seven years later, he accidentally becomes mixed up with “terrorists” in area 11 and encounters a mysterious girl named CC, who gives him the power of geass. with it, he finally has the power that he needs to defeat britannia and fulfill his two wishes: to seek revenge for his mother and to construct a world in which his beloved sister nunnally can live happily.
i’m just looking forward to the upcoming episodes.. ah, anime love..
PS: by the way, the said series airs on weekdays, 730 pm.. watchitwatchitwatchit.. wakoko..
farewell tanka November 21, 2008
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scattered puzzle bits
used to being side by side;
wilted bunch of blooms
forgotten by you, by me —
how do we say our goodbyes?
my 12 days of christmas wishlist.. November 20, 2008
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(yeah.. i know, i know.. it’s still 35 days before december 25th.. but, but..)
here’s my list anyway:
- a new mobile phone (preferably samsung omnia or nokia n70)
- feet treats (a pair of havaianas flip flops and hi-cut black converse sneakers)
- chic shades
- 12-month subscription of “seventeen” or “candy” mags
- books, books, books (“twilight” series by stephenie meyer or any nicholas sparks or stephen king novel)
- a day at the carnival (wakoko.. spell fun, fun, fun)
- basic tools for accesory making (so i could come up with my own line of earrings and trinkets)
- 5000 pesos for wardrobe updating..
- sporty watch with gray straps
- a night of strolling the downtown area (or shopping ’till midnight..)
- free trip to macahambus nature park in cagayan
- peace (for you and for me and the entire human race)
the wild swans at coole November 20, 2008
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(william butler yeats)
the trees are in their autumn beauty,
the woodland paths are dry,
under the October twilight the water
mirrors a still sky;
upon the brimming water among the stones
are nine and fifty swans.
the nineteenth autumn has come upon me
since i first made my count;
i saw, before i had well finished,
all suddenly mount
and scatter wheeling in great broken rings
upon their clamorous wings.
i have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
and now my heart is sore,
all’s changed since i, hearing at twilight,
the first time on this shore,
the bell-beat of their wings above my head,
trod with a lighter tread.
unwearied still, lover by lover,
they paddle in the cold
companionable streams or climb the air;
their hearts have not grown old;
passion or conquest, wander will they will,
attend upon them still.
but now they drift on the still water,
mysterious, beautiful;
among what rushes will they build,
by what lake’s edge or pool
delight men’s eyes when i awake some day
to find they have flown away?
the wild swans at coole 2 November 19, 2008
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(my cebuano translation)
anaa sa tingdagdag nga katahum ang mga kahoy,
uga ang mga dalan sa kalasangan,
ang tubig, sa kilom-kilom sa Oktubre,
ang gapundo’ng langit ang gisaminan;
sa gaawas-awas nga tubig dapit sa mga bato
siyam ug singkwenta ka gansa ang anaa didto.
ang ika-disenuybe’ng tingdagdag miabot na usab kanako
sukad sa pagsugod ko’g ihap sa una;
nalantawan nako, bag-o pa man galing ko mahuman,
sila tanan, kalit nga milupad na
ug misabwag sa kuyaw’ng mga singsing nga nabugto
sa ibabaw sa ilang pagkasaba nga mga pako.
gitan-aw na nako sila’ng mga masilakong binuhat,
ug akong kasingkasing hapdos na karon.
nausab na man tanan, sukad kaniadtong sa kilom-kilom, ako namati
sa pinaka-unang higayon diri sa may baybayon,
ang bagting sa kampana’ng gikan sa gakapa-kapang mga pako,
gipulihan ug mas hinay nga tunob kumpara kaniadto.
wa gihapon gikapoy, hinigugma sa hinigugma,
sa kabugnaw, sila nagbugsay
uban sa sapa o musaka sa hangin;
mga kasingkasing nga wa maniguwang bisag dyutay;
pagpaningkahul o pagsakup, maglaroy-laroy kun asa nila gusto,
alagaran gihapon sila ug utro.
pero karon, galutaw sila sa gapundo’ng tubig,
matahum, kahibulungan;
asa sila magpanday
sa kilid sa unsa’ng linaw man
ang magpalipay sa mga mata sa tawo kun ako mumata
aron masayran nga milupad na sila?
goodbye without me knowing.. November 19, 2008
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aaargh!!!
why does it have to be this way? you, you — kyohei, yuki, takenaga, ranmaru, and, and, sunako — grrr..
[what great way to start this entry] T_T
okayy, i must admit that it has been such a big blow for me to have missed the somewhat unexpected final episode of yamato nadeshiko shichi henge.. [TV 5, you could have at least warned me you know..]
or maybe the next episodes are still in the making? [those who read the manga version, answer me!]
so perhaps you’re wondering why i’m into this drama mode over a mere anime [at least, for those who do not have the slightest idea on what the said show is all about], just read on:
yamato nadeshiko revolves around sunako nakahara [a somewhat, no, i mean totally weird girl whose main interests consist of: horror and bloody movies, scary and disturbing works of art, haunted villas, human anatomy models, skeletons, and unidentified objects in transparent glasses] and the 4 drop-dead gorgeous boys [kyohei, yuki, takenaga, and ranmaru] who are faced with the rather difficult task of turning the hopeless sunako into an elegant young lady in exchange of their staying in a grand mansion for free.. from there on, the frigging funny events unfold..
so.. so.. aaargh!!!
tonight i can write the saddest lines.. November 18, 2008
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(pablo neruda)
tonight i can write the saddest lines
write, for example, ‘the night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’
the night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
tonight i can write the saddest lines.
i loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
through nights like this one i held her in my arms.
i kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
she loved me, sometimes i loved her too.
how could one not have loved her great still eyes.
tonight i can write the saddest lines.
to think that i do not have her. to feel that i have lost her.
to hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
and the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
what does it matter that my love could not keep her.
the night is starry and she is not with me.
this is all. in the distance, someone is singing. in the distance.
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
my sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
my heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
the same night, whitening the same trees.
we, of that time, are no longer the same.
i no longer love her, that’s certain, but how i loved her.
my voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
another’s. she will be another’s. as she was before my kisses.
her voice. her bright body. her infinite eyes.
i no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe i love her.
love is so short, forgetting is so long.
because through nights like this one i held her in my arms.
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer.
and these the last verses that i write for her.
[the 1st time i stumbled upon this particular work by neruda, i could swear that my heart broke and i really wanted to shed buckets of tears so badly — not that i can relate though.. but awww, the said piece is probably one of the saddest love poems ever written in the history of history.. T_T]
PS: readthisreadthisreadthis..
a lot like love November 18, 2008
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a single broken fork,
a couple of plastic cups,
lots of crumpled paper —
and you start to realize
that they’re all just clutter…
yesterday, they’re needed;
now, they’re useless.
and you squint at the same thought
because it’s a lot like love,
where one is left behind —
broken and utterly
useless.
twilight memories November 18, 2008
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pale crimson and orange palette
painted in that endless canvas
with the final rays of the sun
sinking over the horizon;
the blades of cogon grasses turn
into dark, dancing silhouettes —
the best twilights, i left at home…
now, i see no velvet sunsets
and no dancing cogon grasses —
just a lone lightpost by the street.
daybreak November 18, 2008
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in the east, faint streaks of lights start to show;
little by little, darkness fades away.
kissed by dewdrops, tiny forget-me-nots
cover your fresh grave… daybreak without you —
the silence is drowned by crowing roosters.
from another parallel universe.. 