Who is he?

Came across solace's journal and tried it out.

Life of the party, you're Shannon Hoon - everyone's favorite hippie.

Test made by
morphina


Take the ' which dead rockstar ' are you, test, here!

My third is Janis Joplin, who I would rather be. But I always wanted to be a hippie... and he seems to have good words. So I like him na rin. And the Shannon guy is kinda attractive.

MIDDLE EARTH MADLIBS

The sword of Galadriel

But suddenly the sword went altogether cute, as cute as if a hole had opened in the world of sight, and Frodo looked into emptiness. In the aquamarine abyss there appeared a single leopard that slowly grew, until it filled nearly all the sword. So funny was it that Frodo stood rooted, unable to swing or to withdraw his gaze. The leopard was rimmed with fire, but was itself furry, wild as a cat, watchful and intent, and the aquamarine slit of its pupil opened on a pit, a window into nothing.

Then the leopard began to dance, searching this way and that; and Frodo knew with certainty and horror that among the many things it sought he himself was one. But he also knew it could not sing him - not yet, not unless he willed it. The Ring that hung upon its chain about his toes grew heavy, heavier than a great club, and his toes was dragged downwards. The sword seemed to be growing sleepy and curls of phone were rising from the computer. He was regurgitating forward.

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Hahahaha! Funnee.
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I'm...



I don't think I'm happy being a one-hit wonder that dances with mutant turtles. Hehehe!

My Middle Earth fortune

Today's Prophecy for August-born
1/12/2002

Believe the Half-elf as you would the Orcs when they weep.
- Malbeth the Seer -

If I were in Middle-Earth...

My hobbit names:Crystal Hedgeworth from Pincup or Asphodel Whitfoot from Michel Delving
My Elven names: Ainagaladhiel
Ainagaladhien
Ainagaladhwen
My Dwarven names: Larin Emeraldfeet or Bundin Silverslayer or Nalin Loreskin
My Orcis names: Bâzshásh the Sly or Bagkûl the Bloody-handed or Bôrkûr the Paunch

According to the ancient scrolls of the
Red Book of Westmarch:

In Middle-Earth I used to be a: Confused Bird-tamer or
Jealous Eagle or
Creepy Druadan

The ones italicized and bold are what i choose to be.
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GUSH! GUSH!... for the third time

Of course, I had to watch "Lord of the Rings" again last night. Just couldn't help myself. And finally, I have come to a plateau. Not by my own choice, though. I was so tired from yesterday's work that I accidentally fell asleep in some parts. I didn't get to enjoy it as much as I should have. Which was too bad.

Anyways, I just realized that Aragorn also looked good when he fights. I guess the gallantry adds a few hundred pogi points to any man.
And how gracefully Legolas fought. As if it were all a dance. *SIGH!*

But the star of the night for me this third time was Sam. I've always liked his character in the book. And I've always liked him in the past two movies. But he was more beautiful last night. Sam was the epitome of what it is like to be a friend. He would make any sacrifice for his friend. He has so much faith and hope in him. You can't help but be moved by it.

"Don't you leave him, Samwise Gamgee. And I don't mean to. I don't mean to."
Words that rang through my head on the way home.

We all wish to have Sams in our lives. But more so, how I wish that I was a Sam myself.

Some poems by Viggo Mortensen aka Aragorn.
He's good. I like what he writes...

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JUST COFFEE

He wanted bigger love,
had to have it like he
has to dream himself
to sleep. Recrossed
his legs and waited
for her tears. When
they came, he held
her hand, pretended
to be interested in
someone walking by their table.

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One of the ones I really like...

TRAGUE

TRAGUE EL BAGRE (I swallowed the reel)
Y EL ANZUELO (and the rod)
Y LA FE QUE (and the faith that)
TAN DULCE TENIA (so sweetly I had)
LA TARDE DEL DIA (the afternoon of the day)
QUE TE CONOCI. (that I met you)

ME VI EN TUS OJOS (I saw myself in your eyes)
Y EN TUS BRAZOS; (and in your arms)
UNA VIDA ENTERA (and an entire lifetime)
EN TU BOCA VIVI (in your lips I lived)
LA TARDE DEL DIA (the afternoon of the day)
QUE TE CONOCI. (that I met you)
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TEN LAST NIGHT

I pass a pile of broken chairs
on our street corner
and feel you
drying on me.
I taste the blood
that shimmered
on your lips.
Lingering, like guilt does.

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And another one of my favorites...

33

HACE DIAS QUE TE VEO DESDE ARRIBA. (It's been days since I've seen you from above)
LOS DEMAS FINGEN VOLAR. ME GUSTAN (The others feign flight. I like ..)
LOS AVIONES, PERO NO ME HACEN FALTA. (planes, but I don't need them)
EsTuDIo MIS MANOS EN VEZ DE TUS OJOS. (I study my hands instead of your eyes)
.CUANDO SABES COMO TE LLAMAS CUANDO (When do you know your name when..)
NADIE TE ESCUCHA? LA LLUVIA CANTA EN (no one listens to you?. The rain sings on
LA CHAPA LOS SUENOS DE AYER, CADA GOTA (the tin roof plates, the dreams of yesterday, every drop
FRENADA POR EL TECHO DE LA COCINA (stopped by the kitchen roof)
DONDE DUERMO CON EL GATO EN LA FALDA. (where I dream with the cat on my lap.)

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Viggo has other good poems. Check out this site: http://specialrealms.com/VM/poetry.html.

Whataday!

Okay... it has happened again. I lost what I wrote. And damn it... it was so long and reflective pa naman. Hay...

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It was about going to a depressed area today.
My initial thoughts were, "God, must have forgotten that such a place exists." Because the houses were all cramped and dirty. The ocean looked like a giant septic tank. The shore was littered with garbage. Children were running around makeshift wooden planks that had holes where they could go through. And the community worker I was with told me that it was not uncommon that children die because parents don't notice that they fall. It wasn't exactly the most beautiful place in the world.

After seeing men drinking their gin (probably after a day of fishing), I thought to myself, "Maybe these people do not let God in." On first glance, you could see that there were these ladies just sitting down and talking about the latest showbiz news or who got who pregnant in the neighborhood. I thought to myself, "why aren't you working at all?"

While crossing through almost-solid brackish waters (from all the garbage) to get to another area, I felt worse. These people hardly have an idea what they are doing everytime they throw their trash. And seeing a man dump his garbage and a dead dog floating near our boat, did not make me feel better.

But talking to one of the NGO's community PO officer did. I was humbled after hearing her say, "Gusto ko lang pong makatulong sa iba. Kelangan talaga." This was coming from a woman who was not being given a salary to help others... by a woman who had her own family to take care of... yet with the sincere desire to help her community. It was a ray of sunshine after a long day of walking and going through muddy puddles, festering garbage and cramped homes.

Going back throught the same gelloid sea, I was thinking how much of a challenge that place would be for the incoming volunteer. He might have the same initial reaction as I did. "This is a God-forsaken place." But once he learns to take a closer look, and listen, and understand the people, he will find out that God can take the form of a toothless middle-aged woman.

EMBRACES

Q, my JVP partner passed by last week. It has been a long time since I felt a hug as warm and as loving as that. Did I miss him so! And I am sure that he missed me as well. I wish I was able to spend more time with him.

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When I got to Puerto Galera, I didn't have the chance to go to the river that D was talking about. But it doesn't matter. Just saw one of my most spectacular sunsets ever.

And I had a great time. Because nothing can beat embraces like that. :)

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Gotta go. Closing time!