i've finally had the balls and the time to setup my own host although it's free and installed kickin' wordpress on it. redirection still sucks since dot.tk apparently wouldn't allow high traffic websites to disable ads. f*ck. so for now, until my request for .co.nr is approved, [24 to 48 hrs they said] the site's still redirected through dot.tk.
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www.lemonjuice.co.nr <----!pending approval.
Next time you're washing your hands and the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s.
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children -- last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water."
Houses had thatched roofs -- thick straw -- piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the dogs, cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof -- hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could really mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt, hence the saying "dirt poor."
The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on the floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they kept adding more thresh until when you opened the door it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway, hence, a "thresh hold."
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes the stew had food in it that had been there for quite awhile. Hence the rhyme, "peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old."
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man "could bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and "chew the fat."
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with a high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning and death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
Most people did not have pewter plates, but had trenchers, a piece of wood with the middle scooped out like a bowl. Often trenchers were made from stale bread which was so old and hard that they could be used for quite some time. Trenchers were never washed and a lot of times worms and mold got into the wood and old bread. After eating off wormy, moldy trenchers, one would get "trench mouth."
Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or "upper crust."
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whiskey. The combination would sometimes knock them out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a "wake."
England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a "bone-house" and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they thought they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the "graveyard shift") to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be "saved by the bell" or was considered a "dead ringer."
And that's the truth. . . (who ever said that History was boring)?
*taken somewhere on the web.
"And for all those who look for an inspiration - this is my advice: do not take any advices. Just please yourself." -Andrzej Dragan
http://andrzejdragan.com/
Now, photography has become some sort of a fad. I've seen coño kids with SLRs strolling on malls. I personally know quite a handful of "photographers" per sh*t. One thing I noticed is that everyone thinks they can capture a good picture. After all, taking a picture is as easy as pointing and shooting. The reality though is that being a photographer, a good photographer, takes much much more than just pushing that little shutter button. I can't boast of any photographic acclaim myself but I'm humble enough to admit that I'm a newbie, a rookie, a toddler at photography. [although there are newbs who, after some talk-in-talk with "experienced" photographers, think they know it all and they act like they know it all, but that's another story]
Buying the latest, fasted, humongously ultrapixelized SLR, however, doesn't make you a photographer, it simply makes you an SLR owner.
Commitment to learn, practice and love your craft, that makes a photographer, and probably a good photographer to say the least.
Now go and strap TNT stick across your chest, and while your at it, why don't you take your friends with you, bugger.
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it could be so stupid how some people can be moronic at times. there are people who would squander a lot of money and then when trapped, wouldn't know where to go. i know a few.
there are also some people who think they are the smartest in the world. they might be. they might not be. do smart people tell the world that they are smart? i don't think so. did leonardo bannered his genius mind? he didn't. some people think they are smart but they are not. they think they know it all but they don't. a fly on a carabao's back think he's better than the carabao. said it all. shut up.
today's object of desire: Joe McNally's The Moment It Clicks
it's 2:52AM, might as well post a quick entry before I hit the couch. i'm new at this graveyard shift or whatever they call it, my eyes seem heavy, my body feels weak and i desperately want to take forty winks but hell, i'm here at the office making myself look like i'm working but really i'm not. i hate this shift.
now, about that photo blog...
Never accept food photography projects from restaurant owners who are either
a] a model or
b] on a diet.
Seriously, you will regret that day.
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On the other hand, here's a quick quote from a master photographer:
"The worst place the flash can be is usually atop the hot shoe." ~Jo Avila
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Where are we going? i thought this whole concept has some direction. I thought we were going into one concept. Fortunately, I have my brother to back me up, I have a single direction in mind. I want to take great pictures. I want to capture moments. I want to imprison time in a frame but somehow, some people doesn't get me. Some people see the business in photography, I don't. I only see art. Business comes second.
the kit lens [18-55mm f3.5-5.6 in Asia & 17-85mm in Japan and the US] produces decent shots. although quite capable of covering good focal range, in some situations, it's capabilities falls short. meet my new object of desire, the Sigma 70-300mm F4-5.6 APO DG MACRO.
there are a lot of reviews about this particular type of glass and all seems positive enough. the $300 price tag really is worth it.
my first attempt at tone mapping and lomography.
click image for a larger view. taken about 6am today, GPS, Naga City.
Canon EOS 30D, Canon 18-55mm f3.5-5.6 IS
image #1 iso 100, 1/250, f9.5
image #2 iso 100, 1/750, f9.5
image #3 iso 100, 1/90, f9.5
What a schube! I can't seem to find the rights adjectives to descibe some people that a know. Schube? but I think it's way more than that. Like fungus stupid or tape worm stupid. Arrrgh! The worse part is that they don't realize that they are that low! Tsk. You think you're smart enough? You're disposable moron! Just wait and see.
i don't wanna talk. sometimes the best expressions are not laid on words, they remain in the mind where i think they are pure in its true meaning. I may not be a perfect person, and i will never be, but my feelings sometimes are. It has been a through and through world, the things that haunted me back then came back. I don't know how to even express myself at this point. For now, I don't wanna utter a word.
I wouldn’t consider my life to be interesting enough to write about, expose to the world and ultimately cause a maniacal mass hysteria like what Livin’ La Vida Loca did to popular mainstream history, but my life is indeed a fun, painful roller coaster ride for me.
I was born in a small town 52 kilometers south of Naga City on St. Lorenzo Ruiz’ feast day, September 28, 1979. Two years later we moved to Naga. Elementary years proved very challenging but somehow I managed to stay and compete in the honor’s section. In 1992, The Four Pillars of Ateneo de Naga High School welcomed me into their all boys’ high school with an academic excellence that’s incomparable in Bicol. My stay there further enhanced the knowledge and virtues that was planted by my parents and my first teachers. College, on the other hand was the time when I explored a lot of stuff, did some pretty crazy things but alas, here I am, all in one piece I guess.
I have been keeping my journals as a hobby and as an outlet for my overly jumbled scheme of existence. Somehow, it has been my most dedicated listener, confiding my most sacred thoughts, my seemingly diabolical plans, and my most intimate emotions. It all started way back in elementary when, out of the blue, I picked up my pen and begun writing my thoughts about this girl that I had the biggest crush on. My love for writing didn’t die when my crush for her faded away. I have been keeping journals ever since.
Two years ago, I begun writing blogs online which, I realized, proved very convenient to establish and ruin relationships, but my articles had not been confined to mere topics about relationships and heartaches. I have repercussions ranging from SLR cameras to festivals to projects recently undertaken with my new distraction, motorcycles and digital photography.
Indeed, my life might sound interesting enough but it is far from interesting. It is a life of sheer pleasure and excitement that I and the people around me made. It is a life unending, a life less ordinary.
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May 20, 2007
It is often said that it is darkest before light. Quite a dramatic contrary, however, this does not apply to us, the Philippines as a whole. We have been living in the dark for as long as any living soul could remember. Sometimes, I think we've sadly forgotten how it is to see the light. Rottenness abound here, and the election scarily is not an exemption. Ruffa and Yilmaz may have been squabbling across the papers, much to my disappointment, and the election candidates are not a notch different. Such childish, disgusting horrors! And our future depends on them? What a freaking crying shame!
I had a rare chance to get my feet wet in Bula, Camarines Sur. I volunteered as PPCRV staff, although quite reluctantly, but anyway, it may as well be another astounding experience for me. Amidst all the clamour and chaos happening within the precincts, I was stationed among the coffee laden quick count workstations. The minutes and the hours ticked as we painstakingly tallied every sacred vote. The skyline changed colors from happy yellow into jet black and still we counted, and counted and tallied and sipped coffee. Slowly, surely, it crept into me. Something had formed within the bellows in me. Some form of understanding, scary, horrific, hopeful and disgusting at the same time, but in a very slightly positive way, I guess. Before me, while the tube flickered erratically, formed the future. I thought about the children, all the people that will go hungry, all the people that will become rich, all the people that will become powerful. As the tube flickered its numbers, the future wasted away. It was the same people, the same boring shmuck, the same familiar name rolling before my eyes. "Have we ever learned anything?", I asked myself. I guess we have not. Three hundred years of oppression taught us nothing! Up until this very moment, we are being enchained by our idiocy. The same people, the same familiar family names gets the positions. Where are the leaders, the real leaders of the poor, the leader of the people?
Many, a sad conclusion, but hope is not completely lost. I know, that thing that crept into me crept into somebody else too. I know I am not alone. I know that amidst the darkness and corruption lies people, thinking, wishing and hoping for clear skies. The May elections may be a disaster, but future elections shouldn't be, we'll be there to make sure it won't. Let's also make sure Kris Aquino does not run for president. :)
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update: August 22, 2007 I actually heard from the news last night that Kris "Ms.VD" Aquino is actually considering running for vice presidency in 2010. Crap!
prison just got a lot cooler!
fifteen hundred inmates from cebu got jiggy with jacko's thriller. awesome!
here's something that will really gross you out, apparently this is very real in Colombia and in many parts of the world. gwark!!!
part 1
if the video doesn't show click here.
part 2
if the video doesn't show click here.
part 3
if the video doesn't show click here.
so now that you have seen it all, you can go kill yourself. totally gruesome! hahahaha!
a few notable pics from today's engrish.com artic.
where to put the what of my dog???
oh please please please... it's floor hard clean the.
i'd like to try learn that fucking lesson. :-)
Intelligent people talks about ideas, average people talks about things, stupid people talks about other people. -unknown
After so long a time, i suddenly realized something. I want to take photos. Lots of photos. Beautiful photos. Tragic photos. Like this guy here.
Anybody care to donate an SLR?
“Each man is his brother’s Cain.” —Primo Levi
Paul Rusesabagina, substantially and amazingly portrayed by Don Cheadle is the unsurpassable example of what a true leader should be, irregardless of color or ethnic orientation, he is there to extend a helping hand. He possesses the Great Man Theory of effective management in a mere fact that the situation he was in drove him to become an exceptional leader. When drove to a crisis, he used his resources (the hotel) as a refugee sanctuary saving more than a thousand poor Tutsi and Hutu souls drove into a 21st century genocide. What more brutal than the slain of a million persons? The utter wipeout of an entire nation! Why has this not come to our senses? When Saddam invaded Kuwait in ’91, the world watched as the US led its troops into restoring peace, why has this not happened on the Rwandans? I can ultimately concluded that it has something to do with the black gold. Brutal, but amidst the barbarism and insanity rose one man driven to be a savior. Paul, democratically proves that leaders need not dictate his orders but instead takes his power from the needs and requests of his subjects. True leadership requires that everybody should benefit from the decisions made. Paul, abandoned himself and in one scene, his family, when he refused to ride the truck to the camp. That line of thinking deserves a wreath on Paul’s head, a wreath for his heroism, an applause for his courage.
The Rwandan genocide is not without controversy. It happened in ’94 amidst high speed communications and 24 hour news and yet under our noses, almost a million souls perished in one of our history’s most insane mass murder. Are we our brother’s keeper? Definitely yes.
“You cannot seriously think that you can kill them all.” - Paul Rusesabagina
91% You scored as true goth.
whoa.. how sad are you?? nywayz, you are a true goth... now.. being goth doesn't mean you have to dress like one.. itz your feelings or personality... what you really are..you know you are trapped in solitude but you are used to it... so go, find another gothic friend so you can prevent suicide... lolz..
kaytagal kong sinusuyod ang buong mundo
para hanapin
para hanapin ka
nilibot ang distrito ng iyong lumbay
pupulutin, pupulutin ka
sinusundo kita
sinusundo
asahan mo
mula ngayon pag-ibig ko’y sayo
asahan mo
mula ngayon pag-ibig ko’y sayo
sa akin mo isabit ang pangarap mo
di kukulangin
ang ibibigay
isuko ang kaba
tuluyan kang bumitaw
ika’y manalig
manalig ka
sinusundo kita
sinusundo
asahan mo
mula ngayon pag-ibig ko’y sayo
asahan mo
mula ngayon pag-ibig ko’y sayo
nagdarasal asahan mo
sinuyod ang buong mundo
maghihintay sayong sundo
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*putangina ang ganda!
Strike anywhere. I once thought I would be a person that could adapt, transform and make do of what is available. I was wrong. I'm up to my level. My boiling point. Aaaargh!
1. MR, ate Vi? fuck you! You're still a whore no matter how sweet you make your voice sound.
2. Batch what? You still look like KingKong you fag!
What a fucking pathetic day.
a] me turning 27
b] Confucius was born on this day in 551 BC
c] Michaelangelo was born on this day in 1573
d] Seymour Cray was born on this day in 1925
e] Gwenyth Paltrow was born on this day in 1972
f] Hillary Duff was born on this day in 1987
g] Ferdinand Marcos died today in 1989
h] It's the feast day of St. Lorenzo Ruiz and St. Wenceslaus, Duke Of Bohemia
