| I'm sitting here in the sala with a kitten on my lap and another one trying to climb on. Cory's funeral coverage is playing on the TV and my grandmother's in the kitchen doing who knows what.
I was born on April 26, 1986... a mere two months after the EDSA revolution and while the country was struggling to get back on its feet. I don't have too many memories of those earlier years. Of course while we were watching Cory's remains being brought to Manila Cathedral, my grandparents were more than happy to tell me about what happened during those times. As my question that day was "Is the crowd anything like the one during Ninoy's funeral?", they ended up telling me about that day.
See, then, dad still lived with us and the hooman was around seven months pregnant with me. In the morning, dad and my grandparents went off to work and the hoonman was on maternal leave. Those were dangerous times for a horrendously pregnant lady and the hooman didn't know when the next random act of violence would be. The grandparents meanwhile ran a betamax rental (Yes, Video City of their time. XD) somewhere along Paranaque. Seeing as there were no customers that day, my gramma persuaded my grandpa to close up shop for the day and they took their little honey colored Volkswagen over to where they could see the procession.
There was no room to drop a pin. People were crowding the streets, seated on tops of cars and on hoods of cars, crowded around the van carrying the casket. My grandparents could only watch from a distance. If they wanted to get close, they couldn't. There were just way too many people.
Pan to a few years later... where I'm sitting here in the sala with a kitten on my lap and another one trying to climb on. Cory's funeral coverage is playing on the TV and my grandmother's in the kitchen doing who knows what. ABSCBN is playing Kris' speech again and my grandmother's slightly annoyed at the fact she keeps talking about herself. XD;
Grampa's asleep and if I had class, I prolly woulda skipped it to go to Intramuros then having had my fill of that, gone to JRU to ambush my aibou. :D
My grandparents are too old to go out there this time... the hooman doesn't wanna fight through traffic... and I'm too broke to go out there...
Back then, there was no TV to cover Ninoy's funeral procession. It wasn't a state funeral but the people turned it into one. | Chronicles:4 mortals dare to brave the wind   |
| Dragons are very territorial creatures. The presence of anything new and strange on familiar ground sends them into fits of paranoia and temper tantrums. They tend to turn grouchy and lash out at anything that moves for the sheer wish to keep their territory theirs and theirs alone. Sometimes, you'd just wish they'd peed in key locations and left it at that.
But why are they so territorial?
It's called... The Hoard.
The hoard (Don't look at me like that. I don't play WoW.) is a collection of baubles which the dragon in question has gathered over the years. These can be precious swords, gems, coins, gold, silver or practically anything that glitters. Often, a dragon will treasure one particular piece from its hoard and protect it from outsiders with its life.
It is never wise to steal from a dragon. When a dragon has been stolen from, it will do anything and everything within its power to get said treasure back. This may start with chasing after the thief to battling it to threatening to eat it alive. The thief in question may escape with the shiny object but rest assured, the dragon is still watching and waiting for the perfect chance to snatch its treasure back.
It is said that anyone who steals from a dragon will be forever cursed until the piece of treasure is returned. There is no compensation for the lost item. You either return it or pay for it with your life.
In other related materials, most Infernal dragons (hell dragons) have an inborn hate for angels. Well, I dunno about the hate. Some of the more mature ones are rather distrustful and wary of them. I suppose this stems from the fact that their ancients don't really have a good rap sheet with them. At any rate, an Infernal dragon will rip an angel to shreds when faced with one. Payback for what they did to their ancestors. An angel wouldn't last two seconds looking at an Infernal. There will be roaring and gnashing of teeth.
Angels and dragons do not mix. The other breeds may be cool with them but not the Infernals.
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In IRL news...
-Holyshit Black Bat Vanilla Mint. <3 *wants an entire box*
I went to take a walk around the area today and ended up in Harrison Plaza. That's where I found the Black Bat. Bought a couple of sticks as well as some DJ Mix and a Pink Devil. I'm curious about the rose flavored cigs. o_o
Anyway. After that, I walked a little more and found myself at the zoo. Yes, Manila Zoo. Since the entrance fee was only 20php, I decided to go and kill some time there. Hay kababawan. I was blissfully happy. XD Fosirius.
The elephant seemed ok.... and I wasted a lot of time watching the peacocks...
But I found myself feeling kinda sorry for the ostrich. It was really old and it's feathers were in really bad shape. It very nearly looked like a large balding turkey. We had a moment together when it sat down near the fence and watched me while I crouched down and watched it.
The hippo was cute. It was all fat and lumpy.
The gator and I had a moment, too. Reptile to reptile. He was lazing in the water with his mouth open. I was hanging around the wall near his pen. He suddenly moves to adjust his position to look at me. I look back. We remain like this for several minutes until I declare I was getting tired.
A cat darted across the llama pen. It seemed REALLY scared.
I saw a monkey whack off in public.
The tiger was asleep.
I couldn't find the lion.
Crocs and gators are lazy. Cute... but lazy.
DUCKS!
POT BELLIED PIG!
I had something in my head going "Omnomnomnom" when I saw rabbits and guinea pigs.
And thus my trip to the zoo.
Someday, I shall take Shakti there too! :D | | Chronicles:2 mortals dare to brave the wind |
| Who tries to sound like she knows what she's talking about. Note. This "lecture(tte)" covers the basics of a broadsword and a katana. It doesn't show you how to make one but it shows you the important notes you should take into consideration when designing one.
( Lesson one: Da SWORD )
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There we go. I think I've managed an introductory lesson quite nicely. I think. O_o
And back to my entire afternoon of doing nothing. 8D
In other news: If I have any friends living in Pasig, there's an earthquake due. They say it's going to reach a 9 so... I hope you all stay safe. However, I do wish for the house of a certain skank who lives along the fault line to just crumble, thus rendering her homeless for quite some time. :D
I'm sorry. I shall stop being horrible now. X3 | | Chronicles:brave the wind |
| WHAT THE HELL IS THIS BULLSHITTERY?!
It is currently against international law to coerce people to register their work for copyright because there are so many inherent problems with it. But because big business can push through laws in the United States, our country is about to break with the rest of the world, again, and take your rights away.
With the tens of millions of photos and pieces of artwork created each year, the bounty for forcing everyone to pay a registration fee would be enormous. We lose our rights and our creations, and someone else makes money at our expense.
This includes every sketch, painting, photo, sculpture, drawing, video, song and every other type of creative endeavor. All of it is at risk!
If the Orphan Works legislation passes, you and I and all creatives will lose virtually all the rights to not only our future work but to everything we've created over the past 34 years, unless we register it with the new, untested and privately run (by the friends and cronies of the U.S. government) registries. Even then, there is no guarantee that someone wishing to steal your personal creations won't successfully call your work an orphan work, and then legally use it for free.
The hell is this?! What the hell do you guys think you're doing? If this law gets passed, there's a big chance that anyone can pick up your drawing and use it as their own! The poem you made last week? Grabbed. In short, you lose all rights you have to whatever you created unless you register your work and that means ALL OF IT. Every single photograph, drawing, story, poem and what have you. It's like how when you have a child, you can call it yours because you gave birth to it. If this law passes, you will end up having to pay hundreds of dollars just to have the child use your last name or someone can pick them up and call him THEIR child.
To everyone on my flist I know who draws, writes, creates, take your time to read this article. Those in America, I BEG you to please do something about it. Email a senator. I'd do it but... I don't know if they'll listen to someone who lives out of their country. To the ones who aren't... Crosspost this! Post it on messageboards, your own journals, RP journals, EVERYWHERE. Pass the word! We can't let this happen.
Read the entire article here.
Those on DA, here's a petition. | | Chronicles:3 mortals dare to brave the wind |
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