Thursday, July 29, 2010

Watain's Band Poster painted in HUMAN BLOOD

Watain, a black metal band from Sweden, known to cover themselves in every concert with blood and dirt, had released their Band Poster which is painted in human blood The poster painted in human blood was done by Metastazis printing company from New York. The blood used for the painting was from the designer of the poster and from an unnamed Watain fanatic.

This blood drama with posters where originally done by the band Kiss. They were the first to use blood or somehow included blood in their promotion paraphernalia.

this is how the poster painted in blood looked like:

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

...a dear friend

this testimonial comment is from Frienster which was
done way back, uhm, i forgot, but many years have passed.

thanks sa testi ming! "bahala late basta
worth the wait" oist rhyme! bag-ong
kaplag na saying! hehe!

its my turn... to write what i can


c babes na miming..what can i say?

hmmm....she's all m....maldita na iring...
mataray na miming...makwentong
kuting... maganda pa sa akin
(hahaha!)...malambing lang sa boyfriend
(meowing!)...palakain ng saging
(mabuhay ang maruya!) (".) at lahat ng
mga ing-ing :D

kidding thing bout her that is

worth admiring is...she speaks her mind
kesehodang painful sa feeling ng isang
earthling..grabeh! iring jud! but that's
what i really love 'bout her..when she
thinks it isn't right or the tsinelas doesn't
fit..she tells you in!

as far i can remember...we didn't try

building our friendship..para lang xang
damo.. kusang tumubo..nagising na
lang ako isang araw at aba! mahalaga
na pa s akin ang dalagang ito! (toinks!)

Mabait lang talaga c Lord at

pinagtatagpo nya ang mga miming!

Friday, July 16, 2010

The 7 Dont's After Meal

This has reached my inbox and I decided to share it with you.

7 Dont's After Meal

* Don't smoke-Experiment from experts proves that smoking a cigarette after meal is comparable to smoking 10 cigarettes (chances of cancer is higher).

* Don't eat fruits immediately - Immediately eating fruits after meals will cause stomach to be bloated with air. Therefore take fruit 1-2 hr after meal or 1 hr before meal.

* Don't drink tea - Because tea leaves contain a high content of acid. This substance will cause the Protein content in the food we consume to be hardened thus difficult to digest.

* Don't loosen your belt - Loosening the belt after a meal will easily cause the intestine to be twisted & blocked.

* Don't bathe - Bathing will cause the increase of blood flow to the hands, legs & body thus the amount of blood around the stomach will therefore decrease. This will weaken the digestive system in our stomach.

* Don't walk about - People always say that after a meal walk a hundred steps and you will live till 99. In actual fact this is not true. Walking will cause the digestive system to be unable to absorb the nutrition from the food we intake.

* Don't sleep immediately - The food we intake will not be able to digest properly. Thus will lead to gastric & infection in our intestine.

Thursday, July 15, 2010


"It is your prime responsibility to acquire useful knowledge from others and to apply it appropriately. You don't have to reinvent the wheel, but you do have to learn from those who did."

~Gary Ryan Blair


"It isn't the big pleasures that count the most; it is making a great deal out of the little ones."


Wednesday, July 14, 2010

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking

babes as isla reta
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator and I immediately wanted to paint another one.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my favorite cake for me and I learned that the little things can be the special things in life.

When you thought I wasn't looking I heard you say a prayer, and I knew there is a God I could always talk to and I learned to trust in God.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of your time and money to help people who had nothing and I learned that those who have something should give to those who don't.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from your eyes and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's alright to cry.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you and wanted to say, 'Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking.'

*this is from my daily dose of Stay Positive from Mr. Positive. David Boufford.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

According to Junior High School Students, LOVE MEANS/IS?

This morning, as I was cleaning my closet of books, notebooks, tons of love letters (naks! i'd rather keep them than bills.LOL), paper cuts of different shapes, old stationery papers, song hits of the past and all other things for and from school to things which fascinated me, an autograph resurfaced (a garfield designed, had i liked garfield then?).

I could tell that I am definitely a keeper...of things.LOL

Good thing is, i had this autograph way back high school and it has a post script! written on its back cover that it came to my possession on the 6th, July 1997, bought from Kimball Plaza (super buhi pa ang Kimball) and with me were Joy ( don't if it was Abaquita or Matabalan), Sheila (Estrellan or Robleza, i forgot), Arben and Sharon, according to the PS.

Anyway, as i flipped through the pages and hover from my classmates' first crush, first love, the most embarrassing moment, the line LOVE MEANS/IS caught my attention. There I have in my autograph the meaning of LOVE according to my 3rd year classmates! Hahaha

Ok, let's have a roll call!

..blind and not conceited (Joy Matabalan)
..the feelings of human being if they are in love (Maribel Albao)
..being sleepless every night (Rauvi Vidad)
..seductive feelings to someone (Christian Cutamora)
..rainbow (Verma Merca)
..exotic feeling to someone else (Josepg Daniel Dughon)
..serious feeling (Junjelyn Descallar)
..understanding and loving each other (Mariestel Aparente)
..happiness to all of us (Sharon Peria) take care (Randy Tayoto)
..everything (Edward Trancy Ng)
..can change everything (Melanie Varona)
..greatest affirmation that you can give to a person (Jerelyn Mangubat)
..everything (Sheila Marie Robleza)
..___________ (Ritchel Sauro)
..secret (Arben Bongolto)
..___________ (Sheila Estrellan)
..conquers all (Aidalyn Balcita)

Whew, thoughts of LOVE from 15-yr olds way back 1997!

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

oUt of Non-SenSe

I was in my non-sense search for non-sense things when I stumbled on this, let’s see if it makes sense.

Five Ways to Make Yourself Approachable
By Married Jake of MSN Lifestyle

Ladies of the world, please realize that it takes a lot of guts to approach you. No guy wants to come across as a creepy lothario, so use one of these five gestures to let guys know you're open to some flirtation.

The great tragedy of the dating world is that the large population of guys who'd like to talk to a girl and the large population of women who are waiting to be talked to hardly ever meet each other.

As the old man of dating advice, I'd like to remind all you single ladies that as men, we are faced, often, with the simplest and yet most unsolvable of problems: if we approach a woman we don't know, we're the creepy pick-up artist who you'd like to escape from; if we don't approach a woman we've never met, we are the wimpy guy who won't take action.

That's basically the internal dialogue going on in most men's heads when they're at a party or a bar and see someone they'd like to talk to. So we need to know that we've got a green light.

Here's how to make it more likely that the guy will actually approach you (given that's what you want)…

1. Uncross your arms
Nothing says 'Do Not Enter' like a pair of crossed arms. It makes a person seem suspicious, unhappy to be wherever she is, and likely to scold us.

2. Make a little unsubtle eye contact
Dude, enough with the fleeting glances. I can't tell you how man times I've sat there talking to my friends about whether or not a woman gave a meaningful look or just happened to sweep over us with her gaze. You don't have to look like a hungry cannibalistic zombie, but you should realize we like unambiguous signs.

3. Look bored
If you seem like you're having the time of your life, we will be less likely to want to interrupt it.

4. Smile
Dorky and self-help 101 as it sounds, a smile makes someone way more approachable. It's kind of the opposite of the crossed arms, as far as the advertisement you're making to the world.

5. Don't bring a guy as your wingman
It's a temptation, since it makes a woman look less like she's out looking to meet someone. But, you know, if you are out looking to meet someone, why try to hide it?

Now, does it make sense??

sLeepLess Me

by tenrou
It has been a while since I hit the sack in the early nights. 12 midnight seemed still 5 in the afternoon for me. It has been my every day routine and no matter how I tried to accompany my longing bed before 12midnight, I couldn’t make it.

Tonight is another night, another one of those nights when I restlessly attempt to get sound sleep as early as 11pm, yet again, I failed.

Actually, as with the notion “it’s all in the mind” (I am practicing this) I prepared my bed before 10pm, setting my mind that when the clock strikes 11pm, I will then be feeling the ME inside me, screaming to plunge to my bed, yet I failed. However, since I am in the mind setting mode to be a sleepyhead, I tried to lie down on my side, feeling my soft head pillow and smoothed mattress, comfortably placing my legs on top and circling my arms to the side pillows, closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

Tic..toc..tic..toc.. I opened my eyes, scanned the ceiling, looked for a lizard, looked for anything unusual and imagined shapes of the shadows made by the curtains with the lights from outside home.

Tic..toc..tic..toc.. I reached for my cellphone, re-viewed mobile pictures, rechecked latest missed and answered calls, scanned through saved numbers, read old messages, deleted sent items, and put the cellphone down and tried to go to sleep.

Tic..toc..tic..toc.. I got off from bed and went straight to the kitchen, rummaged the fridge and found the rebisco superthin (really thin) biscuit and made myself a milk. Enough with it’s all in the mind notion, they say, milk could help you sleep, so I had milk.

Tic..toc..tic..toc.. 12:00 Midnight. I found myself alone in the kitchen table, taking refuge from my milk and superthin as if they could do miracles and spread some fairy dust in my eyes. I failed and unleashed the insomniac ME inside.

In less than a minute, I found myself hurriedly turning on the computer and vigorously tapping keys to make words, words to sentences and sentences to paragraph and paragraphs to this. Yes, this. This (non-sense) blog.

Good Morning Everyone!

One Afternoon Delight

It was an anticipated exciting afternoon when my friend and I decided to spend it on the beach. We were talking about things like children and happiness then.

When my eyes glued to the vast body of water, I remembered my experience with this little fellow I was with in a tricycle with his mother. When the vehicle pass through the bridge, this little thing wailed “ma, dagat! yehey dagat!”, but his mother shushed him and said “sapa na ‘nak.”, the child went silent yet the glow in his eyes of seeing the river remained.

I shared it with my friend. And as the conversation lingered on such experience, a family of three, father-mother-little boy arrived on their motorcycle. Right after they have settled their things to the cottage adjacent to ours, the child semi-circled the kiosk and made a fuller view of the beach, clapped his hands and screamed with intense gladness “yehey! dagat!, dagat!” No one stopped him, no one shushed him to silent, no one hindered the overflowing joy as he’d seen the beach.

That alone, such scene, such tiny yet powerful voice had banged and washed silence over me. I was stunned for a moment of witnessing the teeming happiness that embraced the youth. Then quietly wished that I am a child again, capable of appreciating and finding happiness on things that I now consider shallow.