Halloween Death Note Cosplay

I've decided to be L of Death Note for halloween.

Character Profile: L is a considered the world's greatest detective, and he takes on the Kira investagation.

L, who also uses the aliases Hideki Ryuga, Ryuzaki, Eraldo Coil, and Deneuve, the latter two for which he has developed reputations as the second- and third-best detectives in the world, is quite secretive and only communicates with the world through his assistant Watari. He never shows his face to the world, instead representing himself with a capital L in Old English 5 font. After meeting the Kira investigation team, he request that the task force refer to him as Ryuzaki for discretion. Even the Kira investigation team never learns his true name.

Burp*

First of all, I'd like to thank all the people who greeted me yesterday. I'm still overwhelmed by the greetings at my friendster page, I haven't receive such number of comments in just one day. Much thanks again!

Well, it rained yesterday and if you took time to read my previous post you'll know that it happens every time I'm celebrating 26th of May. And as I've said before maybe its God's sign that He will shower me with blessings yet another year. Maybe its an MX-5 mazda this year... ^_^

Gutom Lang

Although I insist my childhood was happy one, it was shot through with unremitting poverty. My mom had great big ideas. She always had a yearning that someday we'll have a better house and things will get better. My mom and dad wanted to rise above the past and break the chain of financial struggle that they have from both of the family they came from - and always vowed to send us to a "good school" - but there were simply wasn't money. My dad was struggling just to put food on the table and I remember mom selling christmass decors and stuffed toys to help at that time.

We live in a small house made of a scarp plywood donated to us by neighbors, and some galvanized iron roofs that came from nowhere during typhoons. I remember mother would save 6 pesos from me father's salary when he went to Saudi Arabia to work as a driver. She saves that 6 pesos every payout and buys a brick one by one I was five years old and sometimes I imagine how many PomPoms snack food is that going to be from Manang Beth's sari-sari strore that time. As the years past, bit by bit our house started to look like a real one. In 1995 we have a 150 sq meter of house made of real roof and brick walls with proper windows too. We spent those years as a family, bouncing along the poverty line. That experience still haunts me today and drives me on.

gutom lang toh... ^_^

Science museum @ exibition road

One Hand in the Pocket

And the other one is picking a cigarette.

So damn cold and walks on the park made it bloody difficult and my cigarette reserves are running low. They say that summer is coming but who knows. I got a weather forecast on my laptop but sometimes yeah its right and most of the times its wrong. And you can't really trust the weather forecast that's why its called forecast. In the morning its sunny, in the afternoon its windy and in the evening it rains. I really hope this coming July would get warmer I can't wait to wear those Billabong shorts and havaianas I bought in the Philippines. xoxoxo

Speaking of buying stuff in the Philippines... I have a terrible flu yesterday and I've tried the pharmacy near our flat and good lord the medicine my cousin told me to buy costs 3£ and 50P. I didnt want to spend that much because of just a flu, i thought that maybe if I cough it out, blow me nose and spit it out it will be probably gone after 2 days. Good thing I've searched around the house and found a cecon ascorbic acid vitamnins (oh for ghost sakes! I need a medicine not a vitamins!)

Dreams

My dreams are always in black and white.


Have you watched the "Waking Life" movie? Its interesting kasi they talked so much about dreaming, they say it can be a part of the waking life or a continuation of life after death (reincarnation) therefore sleeping eternally and dreaming. When a person dies in real life he will continue his life in a dream (he can continue his life or have another life/new beginning/rebirth), when he dies again in that dream he will dream again and everytime he dies he will have another different dream continuity. The process will continue until that person reached the pinnacle of perfecting his dream or otherwisely known as heaven (the perfect life.)


Reason why you can't remember everything in one dream is that it can be your whole life and you can only remember the important events in your life like your birthdays, events of being seriously sick, your dog died and so on and so forth... these are the only things that you can remember when you wake up. Other unimportant events are less be discarded like in real life. Do you feel that sometimes by having a 15mins nap and dreaming, when you wake up it feels like you already did have an hour of sleep, all because by having a very lengthy dream that you can't seem to remember every details of it you lost track of the time in reality. They say that a 8-12hrs dream can be an equiivalent of 60 years or a one human lifespan already.An 8hrs sleep can be your whole life, so imagine if a person died... he could be dreaming and dreaming and dreaming until he mastered the art of dreaming and have perfected it during the process and therefore resulting to heaven(he created.) They say in the "Art of Dreaming" (practiced by shamans long time ago) our physical body dies but not our astral body... They've mastered the art of controlling their dream by meditating and sleeping. Even if they only had a 30 minute meditation/nap the can stay awake and feel recharged for days, without sleep in days they can still perform task properly with enough stored energy like they have had a complete rest every day. Yes, we can be dream shamans too... Yes we can control our dreams and by constantly practising and controlling our dreams and improving our skills in the art of dreaming we can achieve perfection. Hence, when this life ends and we're already in our astral state body journeying our reincarnations and rebirthing in our own new world we can make that world what we so call "Eternal Life in Heaven." A gasoline boy works almost 22 hrs a day 7 days a week. He said he can fully recover and recharge his energy just by having a great dream that portrays his whole life in a 2hrs sleep. "A 2hrs nap feels like 60 years of sleeping and resting but sometimes I just wanted to have 30 years I hate growing old in my dreams!" says the gasoline boy.


From where do you think these phases came from?:
Are you insane?
Are you serious or are you dreaming?
You're day dreaming again!
In your dreams!
Is this for real or am I only dreaming?
Its a dream come true!


By dreaming we are setting our own new dimension to live in, those subjects in that dimension are only created by our own playful yet powerful thoughts. You are the God of the world you created in your dream. You created it and you can control everything in it. So make every dream you have the best dream ever for in it you are free with no limits and bounderies. That's why we call it "its a DREAM."


This post is a response to Kei's "Dreaming with a Broken Heart. Waking Up is the Hardest Part" post. Pa-uso ko lang tong post ko, di ko rin alam kung totoo *lol*. But I'm a dreamer.

Once a Year Pass

I don't know what to write on this post. I'm in front of the computer and tick by tick the clock beside me sounded like a time bomb that's about to explode. Afraid to even put on a CD that I'm religiously listening to lately, I'm afraid that I might relate my situation to it again. Instead, I prefer the clock's ticking sound... is it really accurately counting my time remaining here... here in inside my 3 dimensional hardiflex walls, are my stays in this comforting dark room really numbered? And soon my half naked body at night will be missed by these FHM calendar girls on my wall (I feel sorry for them, I think they were fooled by the cheap dim light I use during at night.) See, lately, I feel I am contributing to a worthwhile moments with my family and I remissed it a long time. I spent my new year at my grandmother's place along with my cousins who lived there. We're just 6 grandchildrend in my father's side, 6 is a small number but we hardly see each other after we've moved here in Makati. And I still miss my lola even until now, I will never forget what I have felt that new year's day. I've been wandering elsewhere for a very long time and I didn't even had a chance to visit them even those times when I worked in a nearby office in Eastwood Libis (a one jeepney ride and about 10 minutes away from my grandmother's place.)

That new year's night, when my lola hugged me and greeted "Happy New Year, Apo!" it sounded like she said "Welcome back Apo ko!" . Tears pregnant with guilt came down from my eyes pass my cheek and down to my lola's shoulder. Why am I feeling this way? I understand my emotions that day, but why there were tears dripping down my eyes... that I don't know. I really miss her and maybe it was too strong and so instant that I didn't even had a time to buy to hid my tears from my cousins, aunts and uncle. And imagine what else happened after the new year's prayer? (new year's prayer is a family tradition where we gather around and pray exactly when January 1st strikes the clock.) We all cried and I ain't got a metaphor for that. I guess you'll understand it without further explanations.

I'll try to post pictures next time (I lost my USB T_T).
Thanks for stopping by and whoever you are HAPPY NEW YEAR to you and may the force be with you! Always!


Love this pic from a friends B-day, got it from emong. ^_^