Eleven Reason Why E-Mail Is Like a Male Sex Organ

1. Some folks have it, some don't.
2. Those who have it would be devastated if it were ever cut off.
3. Those who have it think that those who don't are somehow inferior.
4. Those who don't have it may agree that it's neat, but think it's not worth the fuss that those who have it make about it.
5. Many of those who don't have it would like to try it (e-mail envy).
6. It can be up or down. It's more fun when it's up, but this makes it hard to get any real work done.
7. In the long distant past, its only purpose was to transmit information vital to the survival of the species. Some people still think that's the only thing it should be used for, but most folks today use it for fun most of the time.
8. If you don't apply the appropriate measures, it can spread viruses.
9. If you use it too much, you'll find it becomes more and more difficult to think coherently.
10. We attach an importance to it that is far greater than its actual size and influence warrant.
11. If you're not careful what you do with it, it can get you into a lot of trouble

Quotable Quotes from High Fidelity

1.It would be nice to think that since I was fourteen, times have changed, relationships have become more sophisticated, females less cruel, skins thicker, but there still seems to be an element of that afternoon in everything that has happened to me since. All my other romantic stories seem to be a scrambled version of that first one.

2.What I really learned from the Charlie Debacle is that you gotta punch your weight. Charlie was out of my Class: too pretty, too smart, too witty, too much. What am I? Average. A middleweight. Not the smartest guy in the world, but certainly not the dumbest. I've read books like The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Angela's Ashes, and Love in the Time of Cholera, and understood them, I think -- they're about girls, right? -- just kidding -- but I don't like them very much. My all time top five favorite books are Johnny Cash's autobiography, Snow Crash by Neil Stevenson, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, The Trouser Press Guides to Rock, and, I don't know, probably something by Kurt Vonnegut. I look through the New Yorker when my neighbor's done with it, and I'm not averse to going down to the Fine Arts to watch subtitles films, although on the whole I prefer American films. Top five being Blade Runner, Cool Hand Luke, the first two Godfathers which we'll count as one, Taxi Driver, and The Shining. I'm okay looking, average height, not skinny, not fat. My genius, if I can call it that, is to combine a whole load of averageness into one compact frame. You might say there were millions like me, but there aren't, really: Alot of guys have impeccable music taste but don't read, alot of guys read but are really fat, alot of guys are sympathetic to women but have stupid beards, alot of guys have a Woody Allen sense of humor but look like Woody Allen. Some drink too much, some drive like assholes, some get into fights, or show off money, or do drugs. I don't do any of these things, really. If I do okay with women it's not because of the virtues I have, but because of the ugly flaws I don't have... So. Charlie and I didn't match. After her I was determined to never get out of my league again.

3.Over nine million men in this country have slept with ten or more women. And do they all look like Richard Gere? Are they all as rich as Bill Gates? Charming as Oscar Wilde? Hell no. Nothing to do with any of that. Maybe fifty or so have one or more of these attributes, but that still leaves...well, about nine million, give or take fifty. And they're just men. Regular guys. We're just guys, because I, even I, am a member of this exclusive, nine mllion member club. In fact, Marie is my seventeenth lover. "How does he do it?" you ask. "He wears bad sweaters, he's grumpy, he's broke, he hangs out with the Musical Moron Twins, and he gets to go to bed with a recording artist who looks like Susan Dey-slash-Meg Ryan. What's going on? Listen up, because I think I can explain, with all modesty aside: I ask questions. That's it. That's my secret. It works precisely because that isn't how you're supposed to do it, if you listen to the collective male wisdom. There are still enough old-style, big-mouthed, egomaniacs running around to make someone like me appear to be refreshingly
different. If you can't hack this simple strategy, there are some women out there, of course, who want to get pushed around, ignored and mowed over, but do you really want to be with them anyway?

4. There's something different about the sound of her voice... And what did she mean last night, she hasn't slept with him yet. Yet. What does "yet" mean, anyway? "I haven't seen... Evil Dead II yet." What does that mean? It means you're going to go, doesn't it?

5. Un-fucking-believable. Dick's out on a hot date, Rob's boning Marie LaSalle, and the best-looking and most intelligent of all of us isn't getting anything at all.

6. I want to see the others on the Big Top Five. Penny, who wouldn't let me touch her and then went and had sex with that bastard Chris Thompson. Sarah, my partner in rejection who rejected me, and Charlie, who I have to thank for everything: my great job, my sexual self-confidence, the works. There's this Springsteen song, "Bobby Jean," off Born in the USA. About a girl who's left town years before and he's pissed off because he didn't know about it, and he wanted to say goodbye, tell her that he missed her, and wish her good luck. Well, I'd like my life to be like a Springsteen song. Just once. I know I'm not born to run, and it's clear that Halsted Street is nothing like Thunder Road, but feelings can't be that different, can they? I'd like to call up all those people and ask them how they are and whether they've forgiven me, and tell them that I have forgiven them. And say good luck, goodbye. No hard feelings. And then they'd feel good and I'd feel good. We'd all feel good. I'd feel clean, and calm, and ready to start again. That'd be good. Great even.

7. I could've ended up having sex back there. And what better way to exorcize rejection demons than to screw the person who rejected you, right? But you wouldn't be sleeping with a person. You'd be sleeping with a whole sad single-person culture. It'd be like sleeping with Talia Shire in "Rocky" if you weren't Rocky.

8. Charlie's in the fucking phone book. She has come to assume such an importance, I feel she should be living on Mars. She's an extraterrestrial, a ghost, a myth, not a person with an answering machine, in the phone book... I call and hang up on her voice mail a couple of times, then I leave my name and number and throw in a "long time-no-see..." I don't hear anything back from her for a few days. Now that's more like it, if you're talking about rejection: someone who won't even return your phone messages a decade after she rejected you.

9. A good compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You gotta kick off with a killer, to hold the attention. Then you have to take it up a notch, but not blow your wad, so maybe cool it off a notch, and you can't put the same artist twice on the tape, except if some subtle point or lesson or theme involved, and even then not the two of them in a row, and you can't woo somebody with Joni Mitchell's "Big Yellow Taxi" and then bash their head off with something like GBH's "City Baby Attacked by Rats," and... oh, there are a lot of rules. Anyway, I worked hard at this one.

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Haven't read the book but the movie was quite good. The kids were great especially Sunny. Jim Carrey as Count Olaf was exceptional in playing the villain.

Kaarawan ni Mokong

Glenn, kelan tayo labas?

Manny Pacquiao in ESPN's Fight Night Round 2

Eto sample ng pic ni Manny sa Fight Night R2 in PS2

The "outing" that was not meant to be

Putaragis!!! Puerto Galera na naging bato pa. Lecheng SEANZA Meeting, magsasaya na sana ako sa beach with white sand, long week-end pa naman. Friday, Feb. 25 hanggang Tuesday, March 1 ako magiging alalay ng isang mabahong pakistani. Wala namang bayad sa serbisyong ibibigay ko. Makati Shangrila nga accomodation pero ilan naman kami sa isang kwarto, 4 hanggang 6. Siguradong sa lapag na naman ako matutulog. Haayyy, habang halos lahat ng kakilala ko nagsasaya, ako parang isang asong pabuntot-buntot sa isang taong di ko naman kilala. Iligaw ko kaya sa Quiapo tong mokong na to? Pakidnap ko kaya? Bwiseeetttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sahara by Clive Cussler now a Major Motion Picture

Anak ng Pateng!!! Ang idol kong si Dirk Pitt, the swash-buckling, all-guts-no-quit special projects director of NUMA mabubuhay na sa katauhan ni Matthew McConaughey. Si Steve Zahn as Al Giordino and Penelope Cruz as Eva Rojas. Sana matapatan ng pelikula ang astig na libro. I have to admit na parang medyo lean si Matthew McConaughey para maging Dirk pero pwede na siguro. Si Al Giordino naman dapat Italyanong malapad at di katangkaran at kasinglakas ng oso. Magampanan kaya ni Steve Zahn ito? William H. Macy as Admiral James Sandecker? Tumpak na tumpak. Penelope Cruz as Eva Rojas? Bonus ito:) March 25 daw showing sa US.

I'm a big boxing fan

Yup that's right, I'm a big one. Two reasons why this happened. One, my dad's a big fight fan and the TV is always tuned to boxing whenever there is one. Slowly, I watched until I was hooked. Second reason is because of Manny "The Pacman" Pacquiao. A boxer with humble beginnings who, armed with pure courage and devastating power, has risen to become one of the best boxers in the planet pound-for-pound.

For newbies, what does pound-for-pound mean? It's a long stroy and I have to start from the beginning. In boxing, there are many weight divisions. You can't expect a little guy, weighing 110 lbs. to fight someone weighing 200 lbs. That's a mismatch. However, UFC in its early years was an "open weight" contact sport and there was only one true champion. Getting back to boxing, the current weight divisions are the following: straweight/minimum weight (105 lbs.); mini-flyweight/junior flyweight (108 lbs.); flyweight ( 112 lbs.); super flyweight/junior bantamweight (115 lbs.); bantamweight (118 lbs.); super bantamweight/junior featherweight (122 lbs.); featherweight (126 lbs.); super featherweight/junior lightweight (130 lbs.); lightweight (135 lbs.); super lightweight/junior welterweight (140 lbs.); welterweight (147 lbs.); super weltereweight/junior middleweight (154 lbs.); middleweight (160 lbs.); super middleweight (168 lbs.); light heavyweight (175 lbs.); cruiserweight (190 lbs.); and heavyweight (190 lbs. up). That's a lot of weight divisions,17 to be exact. There are 3 major belts licensed by 3 international governing bodies, the World Boxing Council (WBC); the International Boxing Federation (IBF) and the World Boxing Association (WBA). There is also a minor world title licensed by the World Boxing Organization (WBO) which is Europe based. The "super" prefix is adopted by both the WBC and the WBA while the "junior" prefix is used by the IBF. All in all there are 68 world champions. Again, thats a lot of world boxing champions. This wasn't always the case when the WBC was the only governing body and there were only 8 weight divisions. This issue is another long story and deserves a separate discussion.

These stupid boxing organizations have their own rankings and a champion in another organization won't be included in their own rankings and vice-versa. Pacquiao, then the IBF junior featherweight chamipon wasn't ranked at all by the WBC, WBA and WBO. This scenario doesn't make sense so the Ring Magazine, the most respected boxing magazine in the world, which realized this issue a long time ago, decided to make their own rankings at every weight, considering the champion of every organization. Moreover, if the Ring Magazine considers a boxer better than the title holders at a certain weight class, it will call him the "People's Champion". Manny Pacquiao is the people's featherweight champion because he beat "The Baby-Faced Assasin" Marco Antonio Barrera, who in turn has beaten then WBC and People's champ Erik "El Terrible" Morales. Barrera dumped the WBC belt shortly after his bout with Morales because of sanctioning rules by the WBC. That is why when he fought Pacquiao, there was no official belt on the line, only the Ring Magazine's title. The Ring Magazine also made a list of the best pugilists in the world, regardless of weight. If our legendary Flash Elorde, considering his skill and everything and Mike Tyson, also considering the same, were of the same weight, who would win? This theory, with the addition of fight intangibles, records, styles, level of opposition, consistency became known as the pound-for-pound list and usually it has 10 names on it.

Manny Pacquiao is always included in the pound-for-pound list of Ring Magazine, HBO, Showtime and all top boxing sites. That's how good he is. Manny Pacquiao, the former WBC flyweight, the former IBF junior featherweight and the current People's Featherweight chamion. Yup, he's the reason why I became a boxing fan.

Frodo the Fag

Pangalang Pinoy

May isang kwento kung bakit nawalan daw ng interes matuto ang isang dayuhan ng Tagalog. Eto kasi ang nadinig niya habang nakasakay siya ng jeep

Driver: Bababa ba?

Pasahero: Bababa

Maraming "variation" and mga ganitong tagpo sa buhay nating mga Pilipino. Kaya minsan sa aking paglalagi sa forum nakita ko ang sumusunod na listahan ng mga kakaibang Pinoy shops and business names.

Alabank (rural bank of Alabang)
Anita Bakery
My Yummy Vice (carinderia sa may UP)
Babalik Karinderia
Bote Nga Sa'Yo (Used Bottle Shop)
Candies Be Love? (candy store)
Christopher Plumbing (plumbing contractor)
Caintacky Fried Chicken (in Cainta, Rizal)
Cinna Von (a laundromat)
Cleopata's (bakahan and manukan)
Crispy per minute ( Crispy Pata Eatery)
Curl Up And Dye (Beauty Salon)
Doris Day and Night (24 hour eatery)
Elizabeth Tailoring
Fagoofyt (a children's hair salon on J. Elizalde
Avenue in BF Paranaque)
Felix the Cut (Barber Shop)
Fernando Pe's Box Office Hits (video rental shop in
Busuanga, Palawan)
Goldirocks (Gravel & Sand Shop)
Happy Birthday Toyo (a soy sauce brand in the 70's)
Holland Hopia (owned by Mr. Ho; next door is Poland
Hopia, owned by Mr. Po in Chinatown Manila),
Leon King Video Rental (Las Pinas)
Let's Goat-Together (kambingan cum beer garden)
Maid To Order (Maids Placement Agency)
MacDonuts (Donut Shop)
Mang Donald's (burger joint, Naga City plaza)
Meating Place (Meat Shop)
Meatropolis (meat shop)
Memory Drug (A Mercury Drug Clone)
Miki Mao (noodle eatery)
Saudia Hairlines (Beauty Salon)
Side-saki (side street eatery beside Mandarin Hotel)
Sophisticut (unisex hair salon)
Susan's Roses (flower shop)
Sylvestre's Salon
TapSi TurBi (Tapa & Sinangag, Turon at Bibingka)
The Fried of Marikina (fried chicken shop)
The Way We Wear (Boutique)
Wrap and Roll (lumpia outlet, Quad, Makati)
Bill's Gate Internet Cafe (in Pasig)
A menu in a seafood restaurant has these entrees:
Isda best, Pusit to the limit, and Hipon coming back.
A PLDT sign:
SLOW MEN AT WORK
Flower shop sign near U.P. Diliman
Petal Attraction
Along Boni Avenue, Mandaluyong
Pansit ng taga-Malaboni
On Jeepney and Bus signs
Before pay, tell where get the on before get the off
Full string to stop driver
God knows Hudas not pay
For reckless driving, call ###-#####
Don't get closed to me, get closed to God
On window of a restaurant in Baguio.
Wanted: Boy Waitress
On a carinderia
Cooking ng ina mo
Cooking ng ina mo rin (right across Cooking ng ina mo)
In Chinatown
Le Cheng Tea House

Mayroon ding isang British writer na sobrang naaliw sa mga pangalan at pagkaing pinoy. Eto yung dalawang "article" na sinulat niya:

A Rhose, by Any Other Name

by Matthew Sutherland

"A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches"
--(Proverbs 22:1)

WHEN I arrived in the Philippines from the UK six years ago, one of the first cultural differences to strike me was names. The subject has provided a continuing source of amazement and amusement ever since.

The first unusual thing, from an English perspective, is that everyone here has a nickname. In the staid and boring United Kingdom, we have nicknames in kindergarten, but when we move into adulthood we tend,I am glad to say, to lose them. The second thing that struck me is that Philippine names for both girls and boys tend to be what we in the UK would regard asoverbearingly cutesy for anyone over about five. "Fifty-five-year-olds colleague put it.

Where I come from, a boy with a nickname like Boy Blue or Honey Boy would be beaten to death at school by pre-adolescent bullies, and never make it to adulthood. So, probably, would girls with names like Babes, Lovely, Precious, Peachy or Apples. Yuk, ech ech. Here, however, no one bats an eyelid.

Then I noticed how many people have what I have come to call "door-bell names". These are nicknames that sound like - well, door-bells. There are millions of them. Bing, Bong, Ding, and Dong are some of the more common. They can be, and frequently are, used in even more door-bell-like combinations such as Bing-Bong, Ding-Dong, Ting-Ting, and so on. Even our newly-appointed chief of police has a doorbell name Ping. None of these door-bell names exist where I come from, and hence sound unusually amusing to my untutored foreign ear. Someone once told me that one of the Bings, when asked why he was called Bing, replied "because my brother is called Bong". Faultless logic. Dong, of course, is a particularly funny one for me, as where I come from, "dong" is a slang word for... well, perhaps "talong" is the best Tagalog equivalent.

Repeating names was another novelty to me, having never before encountered people with names like Len-Len, Let-Let, Mai-Mai, or Ning-Ning. The secretary I inherited on my arrival had an unusual one: Leck-Leck. Such names are then frequently further refined by using the "squared" symbol, as in Len2 or Mai2. This had me very confused for a while.

Then there is the trend for parents to stick to a theme when naming their children. This can be as simple as making them all begin with the same letter, as in Jun, Jimmy, Janice, and Joy. More imaginative parents shoot for more sophisticated forms of assonance or rhyme, as in Biboy, Boboy, Buboy, Baboy (notice the names get worse the more kids there are-best to be born early or you could end up being a Baboy). Even better, parents can create whole families of, say, desserts (Apple Pie, Cherry Pie, Honey Pie) or flowers (Rose, Daffodil, Tulip). The main advantage of such combinations is that they look great painted across your trunk if you're a cab driver.

That's another thing I'd never seen before coming to Manila - taxis with the driver's kids' names on the trunk. Another whole eye-opening field for the foreign visitor is the phenomenon of the "composite" name. This includes names like Jejomar (for Jesus, Joseph and Mary), and the remarkable Luzviminda (for Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao, believe it or not). That's a bit like me being called something like "Engscowani" (for England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland). Between you and me, I'm glad I'm not.

And how could I forget to mention the fabulous concept of the randomly inserted letter 'h'. Quite what this device is supposed to achieve, I have not yet figured out, but I think it is designed to give a touch of class to an otherwise only averagely weird name. It results in creations like Jhun, Lhenn, Ghemma, and Jhimmy. Or how about Jhun-Jhun (Jhun2)?

There is also a whole separate field of name games-those where the parents have exhibited a creative sense of humor on purpose. I once had my house in London painted by a Czechoslovakian decorator by the name of Peter Peter. I could never figure out if his parents had a fantastic sense of humor or no imagination at all-it had to be one or the other.

But here in the Philippines, wonderful imagination and humor is often applied to the naming process, particularly, it seems, in the Chinese community. My favourites include Bach Johann Sebastian; Edgar Allan Pe; Jonathan Livingston Sy; Magic Chiongson, Chica Go, and my girlfriend's very own sister, Van Go. I am assured these are real people, although I've only met two of them. I hope they don't mind being mentioned here.

How boring to come from a country like the UK full of people with names like John Smith. How wonderful to come from a country where imagination and exoticism rule the world of names. Even the towns here have weird names; my favorite is the unbelieveably-named town of Sexmoan (ironically close to Olongapo and Angeles).

Where else in the world could that really be true? Where else in the world could the head of the Church really be called Cardinal Sin? Where else but the Philippines!

Note:

Philippines has a senator named Joker, and it is his legal name.


Matter of Taste
by Matthew Sutherland

I have now been in this country for over six years, and consider myself in most respects well-assimilated. However, there is one key step on the road to full assimilation which I have yet to take, and that's to eat BALUT.

The day any of you sees me eating balut, please call immigration and ask them to issue me a Filipino passport. Because at that point there will be no turning back. BALUT, for those still blissfully ignorant non-Pinoys out there, is a fertilized duck egg. It is commonly sold with salt in a piece of newspaper, much like English fish and chips, by street vendors usually after dark, presumably so you can't see how gross it is. It's meant to be an aphrodisiac, although I can't imagine anything more likely to dispel sexual desire than crunching on a partially-formed baby duck swimming in noxious fluid. The embryo in the egg comes in varying stages of development, but basically it is not considered macho to eat one without fully discernable feathers, beak, and claws. Some say these crunchy bits are the best. Others prefer just to drink the so-called 'soup', the vile, pungent liquid that surrounds the aforementioned feathery fetus...excuse me, I have to go and throw up now. I'll be back in a minute.

Food dominates the life of the Filipino. People here just love to eat. They eat at least eight times a day. These eight official meals are called, in order: breakfast, snacks, lunch, merienda, pica-pica, pulutan, dinner, and no-one-saw-me-take-that-cookie-from-the-fridge-so-it-doesn't-count. The short gaps in between these mealtimes are spent eating Sky Flakes from the open packet that sits on every desktop. You're never far from food in the Philippines. If you doubt this, next time you're driving home from work, try this game. See how long you can drive without seeing food and I don't mean a distant restaurant, or a picture of food. I mean a man on the sidewalk frying fish balls, or a man walking through the traffic selling nuts or candy. I bet it's less than one minute.

Here are some other things I've noticed about food in the Philippines. Firstly, a meal is not a meal without rice-even breakfast. In the UK, I could go a whole year without eating rice. Second, it's impossible to drink without eating. A bottle of San Miguel just isn't the same without gambas or beef tapa. Third, no one ventures more than two paces from their house without baon and a container of something cold to drink. You might as well ask a Filipino to leave home without his pants on. And lastly, where I come from, you eat with a knife and fork. Here, you eat with a spoon and fork. You try eating rice swimming in fish sauce with a knife.

One really nice thing about Filipino food culture is that people always ask you to SHARE their food. In my office, if you catch anyone attacking their baon, they will always go. "Sir! KAIN TAYO!" ("Let's eat!"). This confused me, until I realized that they didn't actually expect me to sit down and start munching on their boneless bangus. In fact, the polite response is something like, "No thanks, I just ate." But the principle is sound-if you have food on your plate, you are expected to share it, however hungry you are, with those who may be even hungrier. I think that's great. In fact, this is frequently even taken one step further. Many Filipinos use "Have you eaten yet?" ("KUMAIN KA NA?") as a general greeting, irrespective of time of day or location.

Some foreigners think Filipino food is fairly dull compared to other Asian cuisines. Actually lots of it is very good: spicy dishes like Bicol Express (strange, a dish named after a train); anything cooked with coconut milk; anything KINILAW; and anything ADOBO. And it's hard to beat the sheer wanton, cholesterholic frenzy of a good old-fashioned LECHON de leche feast. Dig a pit, light a fire, add 50 pounds of animal fat on a stick, and cook until crisp. Mmm, mmm... you can actually feel your arteries constricting with each successive mouthful. I also share one key Pinoy trait ---a sweet tooth. I am thus the only foreigner I know who does not complain about sweet bread, sweet burgers, sweet spaghetti, sweet banana ketchup, and so on. I am a man who likes to put jam on his pizza. Try it! It's the weird food you want to avoid.

In addition to duck fetus in the half-shell, items to avoid in the Philippines include pig's blood soup (DINUGUAN); bull's testicle soup, the strangely-named "SOUP NUMBER FIVE" (I dread to think what numbers one through four are); and the ubiquitous, stinky shrimp paste, BAGOONG, and it's equally stinky sister, PATIS. Filipinos are so addicted to these latter items that they will even risk arrest or deportation trying to smuggle them into countries like Australia and the USA, which wisely ban the importation of items you can smell from more than 100 paces.

Then there's the small matter of the blue ice cream. I have never been able to get my brain around eating blue food; the ubiquitous UBE leaves me cold. And lastly on the subject of weird food, beware: that KALDERETANG KAMBING (goat) could well be KALDERETANG ASO (dog)... The Filipino, of course, has a well-developed sense of food. Here's a typical Pinoy food joke: "I'm on a seafood diet. "What's a seafood diet?" "When I see food, I eat it!" Filipinos also eat strange bits of animals--- the feet, the head, the guts, etc., usually barbecued on a stick. These have been given witty names, like "ADIDAS" (chickeen's feet); "KURBATA" (either just chicken's neck, or "neck and thigh" as in "neck-tie"); "WALKMAN" (pigs ears); "PAL" (chicken wings); "HELMET" (chicken head); "IUD" (chicken intestines), and "BETAMAX" (video-cassette- like blocks of animal blood. Yum, yum. Bon appetit.

Heartbreak Songs

The following are my top 5 songs reflecting each different type of a failed/failing relationship:

1. Movies by Alien Ant Farm - a relationship which never met its potential. Almost every moment was a disaster and the effort you exerted to make it work seemed to make things worse. The feeling at the end of the relationship is frustration with anger which you couldn't express.

Movies

At slow speed we all seem focused
In motion we seem wrong
In summer we can taste the rain

[Chorus:]
I want you to be free
Don't worry about me
And just like the movies
We play out our last scene

Two can play this game
We both want power
In winter we can taste the pain

In our short years, we come long way
To treat it bad and throw away

[Chorus]

You won't cry, I won't scream

In our short years we come long way
To treat it bad and throw away
And if we make a little space
A science fiction showcase
In our short film, a love disgrace
Dream a scene to brighten face
In our short years we come long way
To treat it bad, just to throw it away

[Chorus]

2. Last Beautiful Girl by Matchbox 20 - a relationship where you get messed around everytime. She is beautiful, sweet and most importantly, loves screwing you around. She is confused, lives in her own world, and does not understand herself. It’s kinda like Ethan Hawke and Gwyneth Paltrow in Great Expectations. This kind of dumping is one major reason why guys fool around in the succeeding relationships they're in. The feeling at the end of the relationship is basically anger, hatred, and the need to avenge one’s loss.

Last Beautiful Girl

This will all fall down like everything else that was
This too shall pass and all of the words we said
We can't take back

Now every fool in town would've left by now
I can't replace all of the wasted days
The memory of your face - I can't help thinkin'

Maybe if we ever coulda kept it all together
Where would we be
A thousand lost forevers
And the promises you never were giving me
Here's what I'm thinking

It won't be the first - heart that you'll break
It won't be the last - beautiful girl
The one that you wrecked - won't take you back
If you were the last beautiful girl in the world (last beautiful girl)

So Tell me one more time
How you're sorry about the way
This all went down -

you needed to find your space
You needed to still be friends
Ya Needed me to
Call you if I ever couldn't keep it all together you'd comfort me (should have believed)
Tell me bout forever
And the promises I never should have believed
Here's what I'm thinking

It won't be the first - heart that you'll break
It won't be the last - beautiful girl
The one that you wrecked - won't take you back
If you were the last beautiful girl in the world (last beautiful girl)

It's over now - and I've gone without
Cuz you're everyone else's girl
It seems to me - you'll always be
Everyone else's girl
Everyone else's girl

This will all fall down
Like everything in the world
This too must end
And all of the words we said
We can't take back

It won't be the first - heart that you'll break
It won't be the last - beautiful girl
The one that you wrecked - won't take you back
If you were the last beautiful girl

It won't be the first - heart that you break
It won't be the last - beautiful girl
The one that you wrecked - won't take you back
If you were the last beautiful girl in the world (last beautiful girl)

The last beautiful girl in the world (last beautiful girl)
You are the last beautiful girl (last beautiful girl)
Beautiful girl

3. A Letter to Elise by The Cure - a relationship wherein the kind and level of love you give is not the same as the one you receive. Comparable to the situation of Tom Cruise and Renee Zellweger in Jerry Maguire. The feeling at the end of the relationship is a certain kind of "hollowness", that feeling in your gut which makes it hard to breathe and focus because of an overwhelming degree of sadness and frustration.

A Letter to Elise

oh elise it doesn't matter what you say
i just can't stay here every yesterday
like keep on acting out the same
the way we act out
every way to smile
forget
and make-believe we never needed
any more than this
any more than this

oh elise it doesn't matter what you do
i know i'll never really get inside of you
to make your eyes catch fire
the way they should
the way the blue could pull me in
if they only would
if they only would
at least i'd lose this sense of sensing something else
that hides away
from me and you
there're worlds to part
with aching looks and breaking hearts
and all the prayers your hands can make
oh i just take as much as you can throw
and then throw it all away
oh i throw it all away
like throwing faces at the sky
like throwing arms round
yesterday
i stood and stared
wide-eyed in front of you
and the face i saw looked back
the way i wanted to
but i just can't hold my tears away
the way you do

elise believe i never wanted this
i thought this time i'd keep all of my promises
i thought you were the girl always dreamed about
but i let the dream go
and the promises broke
and the make-believe ran out...

oh elise
it doesn't matter what you say
i just can't stay here every yesterday
like keep on acting out the same
the way we act out
every way to smile
forget
and make-believe we never needed
any more than this
any more than this

and every time i try to pick it up
like falling sand
as fast as i pick it up
it suns away through my clutching hands
but there's nothing else i can really do
there's nothing else
i can really do
at all...

4. Don't Say Goodbye Say Goodnight by Binocular - a relationship in which on the surface you act and say that there is still a chance but deep inside you know that it’s over. Memories are relived in a periodic basis to ease the pain of missing that special someone.

Don't Say Goodbye Say Goodnight

i lie awake and feel your nearness i never wanted more than this
i don't wanna run beneath your tears
i don't wanna catch them when they're falling

but now i lie upon my face and though we tried
i guess that's the way it's supposed to be

don't say goodbye say goodnight so it's not over
and if you try and answer why it's just over it's goodbye

i hope to see the dawn of daybreak and the sun rise to cloudless skies

and now i've tried to see the truth but i close my eyes
and you were there for me and i was there for you

don't say goodbye say goodnight so it's not over
and if you try and answer why it's just over it's goodbye

but now i lie upon my face and though we tried
i guess that's the way it's supposed to be

don't say goodbye say goodnight so it's not over
and if you try and answer why it's just over it's goodbye
it's goodbye

5. How's It Gonna Be by Third Eye Blind - usually the relationship you get yourself into after relationship no 2 above.

How's It Gonna Be

Third Eye Blind - How's It Gonna Be Lyrics
I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore
Before you take a swing
I wonder
What are we fighting for
When I say out loud
I want to get out of this
I wonder
Is there anything I'm going to miss
I wonder How it's going to be
When you don't know me
How's it going to be
When you're sure I'm not there
How's it going to be
When there is no one to talk to, between you and me
'Cause I don't care
How's it going to be
How's it going to be
Where we used to laugh
There's a shouting match
Sharp as a thumbnail scratch
A silence I can't ignore
Like...
The hammocks by the doorway we spent time in
Swings empty, don't see lightning like last fall when it was
always
about to hit
me
I wonder how's it going to be when it goes down
Hows it going to be
When your not around
Hows it going to be
When you found out there was nothing
Between you and me
'Cause I don't care
How's it going to be.
Hows it going to be
When you don't know me any more
And how's it going to be
Want to get myself back in again
The soft dive of oblivian
Wanna taste the soul of your skin
The soft dive of oblivian
Oblivian
How's it going to be
When you don't know me any more
How's it going to be
How's it going to be

A Drop of Blood

Ths piece was written by a virtual enemy as an apology for all the chaos he has caused.

A Drop of Blood

Nothing is easy in this world. Life is much more difficult when you are alone.

Some say that life is like an ocean, you can only view its vastness but can never unravel its mystery. Sometimes we think that its endless, and its beauty lightens as the sun rises to the sky, a bliss of joy and happiness. Never in the serenity of life, can we imagine that its calmness is just a temporary cycle of nature that also includes the rampage of wrath and sadness.

It is hard to believe that the world we are living was once called a "paradise". A paradise where children are angels and we, are the images of holiness. It is gone.

Now, you see the children, who used to be the angels, digging the pile of garbage in search for spoiled bread. And we?

We, who should be known as an image of sacredness, are destroying the very sanctity of the human life. We crave for lust and power, and our faith is stained of pride. We built our castles and proclaim our kingdom which in the first place is the most shameful part of our existence.

Because by crowning ourselves as the King, we have destroyed the balance of peace and equality among us. By crowning ourselves, we have planted the seeds of war, hatred and injustice.

Now we have turned ourselves into living zombies. We are already numb. We are paralyzed.

Look around you. Is this the world that we can call our world?

I don't know the reason why i am writing this. May be because I am tired of finding the paradise that only exists in history and old movies.

May be I am tired of being blinded by my perception of what life should be.

May be, I just realized that everything that i have dreamed of cannot be found on the outside world that i have been searching all my life.

May be, the paradise that im looking for, lies inside my heart and all i have to do is to open it. And if somebody can see the paradise within me, someday i can also see the paradise that i have been longing for all my life.

This is my drop of blood which i wanna share to everybody.