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And because lady luck seems to take pity on me this day, here’s my third blog post for today, this time for my daughter’s uploaded pics at Yahoo Photo Albums.

So more than a week after I got my camera phone, here are more pics of her taken from my V66.

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20/9

And so I reached the twenty-post mark for this blog after about nine months. It’s somewhat surprising to hit this distance considering that I don’t regularly find time to post entries for two primary reasons:

  • I often lose interest in online stuff, (friendster would be a very, very good example,) with the email as a major exemption here. The only sites I can remember to have me coming back again and again would be highfiber and this blog primarily because of both’s contents.
  • Work, work, work… and work, (well tons of it to be exact.)

So to whip up a few flashbacks, here are my top five favorite entries*, (in descending order,) from my so-so blog:

*Three of which were posted in highfiber as well

101 and Counting

Lately I’ve been regularly checking my last one hundred posts at highfiber because reaching the hundredth post gives me another lame reason to write something without squeezing my cerebral tissues dry. So without further ado here’s my 101st post in almost 3 years of my highfiber presence.

V66

Well here’s something I got more than the Pacquiao frenzy over the weekend: Asus’s V66 for a little less than 10K.

Now I’ll be able to upload pics of real stuff around me soon. That is, if I ever get to have more of another thing I rarely get to have: Time.

The pic’s from here btw.

Darkwing Duck

I’ve been using the Darkwing Duck handle at highfiber for years yet it was not only until yesterday that I found a page full of quotes from the cartoon of spoofs (primarily of Batman.) Well I got some kicks out of these as most are humorous. Some of the ones which caught my attention are as follows:

1.  Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in the night. I am Darkwing Duck.
     Moliarty: Darkwing Duck? Sounds like something I should try with eggroll.

2.  [surrounded by a cloud of red smoke]
     Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in the night. I am… obviously out of my trademark blue smoke.

3.  Darkwing Duck: [while talking to a tree that’s about to attack him] I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the termite that devours your floorboards.

4.  Darkwing Duck: [stuttering] Taurus Bulba! I am the terror that flaps in the night. I am the surprise in your cereal box…

5.  Negaduck: I am the most *fiendish* terror that flaps in the darkest night. I am the skunk that pollutes your air. I am Negaduck
    [diabolical laughter]

6.  Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the batteries that are not included.

7.  Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the headache in the criminal mind.

8.  Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the wrong number that wakes you at 3am….

9.  Darkwing Duck: I am the Terror that flaps in the night, I am the raspberry seed you can’t floss out.

10. Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the fingernail that scrapes the blackboard of your soul.

11. Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am a special news bulletin that interrupts your favorite show.

12. Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the scourge that pecks at your nightmares.

13. Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the hairball that clogs your drains.

14. Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the low ratings that cancel your program.

15. Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the auditor that wants to look at your books.

16. Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the bubble gum that sticks in your hair.

17. Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the itch you cannot reach.

18. Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the smoke that smokes Smoked Oysters.

19. Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the jailer who throws away the key.

20. Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the ten dollar service charge on all returned checks.

21. Darkwing Duck: Let’s get dangerous.

22. Negaduck: I feel awful… stooping to such petty crimes. But you can’t imagine how expensive thermonuclear warheads are these days.

23. Darkwing Duck: Suck gas, evildoer.

24. Darkwing Duck: Let’s get considerate.

25. Darkwing Duck: The jig is up, you jaded, jug-headed, jack-in-the-box.

26. Darkwing Duck: We’re going back in time, Launchpad.
    Launchpad McQuack: Oh, boy. In time for what?

27. Darkwing Duck: The worst part of public transportation is the Public.

28. Darkwing Duck: Sheesh. They ought to lock me up just for wearing this ridiculous outfit.

29. Darkwing Duck: Sheesh. Some days it just doesn’t pay to get out of bed.

30. Megavolt: At last, what I’ve always wanted! The ability to entertain others at cocktail parties!

31. Taurus Bulba: [Ranting to Hammerhead, Hoof, and Mouth] Somewhere down there is this  Darkwing Duck. I’ve watched him. I know his weakness. His posing, his flamboyance, the mask and cape! Ha, ha! That hat! It all indicates an ego the size of a small planet!

32. [while being stalked by Moliarty with a rocket launcher]
    Darkwing Duck: It’s okay, we should be safe hiding behind these barrels of… FUEL OIL?
    [They scram just as the barrels explode]

33. Megavolt: At last! I’ll have revenge on those who tormented me! Those who made me what I am! Wha… what am I anyway?

34. Darkwing Duck: Clever of me to use my spine to break my fall like that.

35. Darkwing Duck: [while being “put out” by Stegmutt]
    [in pain]
    Darkwing Duck: This is the third most painful moment of my life.

So I guess that makes me the terror that flaps in the night. Reading the stuff certainly was one of the few times I felt no disdain for the lack of attention I gave when I chose my username back then. Now I have additional stuff for my YM status.

Btw, the Darkwing Duck image came from here.

The Dreamer’s Pillow

The moments of every instance of the day exhume their withering breaths on me as I catch sight of you resting on the dreamer’s pillow. Your face bears another serene smile as familiar as those I fondly watch in previous nights when your little frame cozily lies in its entirety on your bed… then your consciousness drifts to another world I can only wonder where.

The child in you may take you to far away lands where rainbows end where the leprechaun guards a pot of gold, where elegant princesses are destined to meet well-mannered princes, where clouds are as soft as  cotton, where noble unicorns trot the enchanted forest or where elves toil at the north pole so Santa Claus will have something for good children on Christmas Eve. The child in you guarantees these and many other things that those who have grown to paralyze that childish flicker within themselves will never understand. How I wished I could assure you that life is like that… that your life will be like that.

But I grew up.

How I wished it were that easy to teach you how the world treats gentle souls. Yet that is how it will remain in this world, in this time, in this life – a wish… for only a fool would implore the heavens and actually believe in a well-laid path laden with sweet-smelling roses without their thorns, flanked with majestic, overtowering trees without veiling perils in their shadows along your way, enveloped in silence without portending uncertainty.

How I wished I wouldn’t have to tell you of the inexistence of leprechauns, unicorns and Santa and his elves and the rarity of charming princesses and Prince Charmings. How I wished I wouldn’t have to spite on your dreams of pots of gold at the end of the rainbow, cotton-soft clouds and the enchanting forest by revealing the reality that they are nothing more than illusions of the imagination – your innocent imagination.

But you will grow up.

You will find your voice amid the chaotic cacophony characteristic of life’s follies. You will find your strength amid the lethal lashes of life’s adversities. You will find your life amid misfortune and tears typical of life’s tragedies. You will grow wise as you become strong as much as you will grow strong as you become wise.

Somehow you will. I hope you will. I know you will.

In the process you will become someone you envision yourself to be. In the process too we may clash somewhere, sometime, somehow. I won’t take it against you though, I would even hope for that day because I would have wanted you to grow into that person who would stand up on her own.

How I wish for this thing before I breathe my last on my deathbed.

For now I’ll find ease in the delight of these moments as well as the promise of the future in you. For now I’ll find contentment in watching your face devoid of uncertainty and full of serene smiles as your dreamer’s pillow carry you off to somewhere I can only hope to recognize and remember.