Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Monday, September 22, 2008

mask of cowardice

facing the crooked face of your presence,
it sent shiver into my flesh which i can't contain.
my hands trembled when i attempted to touch your face.
oh, so full of sches
i can't comprehend why did it so
for all i know,
you are contented and always at glow.
it's just gives me confusion i cant grip
a crime where evidence is perfectly kept
and then you smiled
and then i realized your just lied.
oh, the mask you were wearing,
shield the cowardness you are hiding

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

given a question: are YOU ready to die?

for sure, it will give you chill and terror. But let's face it, whether we like it or not, we should be.I was thinking last night, actually, this sort of idea just slipped into my soul. What kind of death I would prefer? I don't want blood dripping out of my body, i don't want my body be twisted in pain, just like in accidents, they were gross and eery! i don't want my body to suffer excruciating pain, endless chemicals swarming my system, lying helplessly in bed, futile and worthless. I want instant death, just like walking and then fall to the ground, and that's it, no torture, no sufferings for myself and for my family.

death is lurking everywhere, waiting for that precious chance where he could snap your soul with his scythe. Absorb your energy into mindless fog of futile. You should not be scared, we are mortal and we were destined to be in this quest.

Monday, September 8, 2008

the girl with an almond eyes

the girl with an almond eyes


the girl with an almond eyes is broken.

the girl with an almond eyes is empty.

the girl with an almond eyes is crying.

broken. empty. crying.

all with the heart of death.


disguising.


the girl with an almond eyes is smiling.

the girl with an almond eyes is laughing.

the girl with an almond eyes is singing.

smiling. laughing. singing.

all with the lips of joy.


truth.


the girl with an almond eyes is alone.

the girl with an almond eyes is forlorn.

the girl with an almond eyes is sad.

alone. forlorn. sad.

all with the eyes of terror.

death is approaching, all that she waited.

death is coming ready to grab her.

death cannot be stopped, for she yields with love.

AutoCat: Automated Catalog system for NONESCOST Library

Information Technology evolves dramatically and the benefits that the world derived from this advancement of human greatly influenced the course of life that people are leading today. And with this perspective, the researchers focused on the library on which IT can be apply. Library is the place where students do their researches and studies about things that concern their educational development. Accessing the library manual system can be sometimes troublesome especially when dealing in card catalogue (catalog) for the purpose of searching books and references. Card catalogue (catalog) is somewhat obsolete for the students, for observing the library; students tend to go directly to the shelves and not consulting the card catalogs. Considering this situation, the researchers conduct a study regarding for the implementation of Automated Library Catalog System in NONESCOST library that convert conventional card catalog to computerized or automated catalog. Auto Cat can give students likewise the librarian a breather regarding for the searching of books, as well students can have easy and comfortable searches. Auto Cat, for less will be the answer for the students’ problems in searching books as well for the librarian and the school promise for good and quality facilities concerning education.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

chance or choice?

what's the best?

chance or choice?....

Monday, September 1, 2008

Dark Matter by Garfield Reeves-Stevens


My favorite book: gruesome but fantastic! i love you Anthony Cross, the mad scientist!
(i had read it way back my 4th year in high school,, been read twice but still i'm totally crazy about this book!)

It opens as a gruesomely explicit tale of contemporary horror, with a serial killer cleaving the skull and dissecting the brain of a young girl while she is still alive. This event occurs in Stockholm, where a brillant young quantum physicist has just received a Nobel Prize and, against the wishes of his beautiful assistant and lover, signed a contract with a mysterious American group to pursue his research in Los Angeles. Four years later, in 1995 Los Angeles, a similar murder brings black police detective Kate Duvall onto the scene, and the story becomes a standard thriller, containing the stock elements of police corruption and shadowy government agents, and focusing on the detective's growing involvement. The action scenes are leavened with complex discussions of quantum physics and the nature of reality, building toward a science fiction-like ending. The bad guys introduce some jolting deus ex machina turns, and there is one too many ``final'' encounter between the opposing forces, but this novel could nonetheless catapult Reeves-Stevens to the top ranks of thriller/horror writers.

review: after the class reunion by Rona Jaffe

After the Class Reunion really got me influenced about something that need by consideration, wit, understanding and being a risk-taker, but to avail, the risk that i got had just give me a hard slap! Reading the book and let my awareness and open-mindedness leads me to a path of realization and awakening,,, now i'm proud to say, i've learned and i know i'll survive!

''''''''''life.....

Life... is like a box of chocolates - a cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that no one ever asks for, unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So, you're stuck with mostly undefinable whipped mint crap, mindlessly wolfed down when there's nothing else to eat while you're watching the game. Sure, once is a while you get a peanut butter cup or an English toffee but it's gone too fast and the taste is fleeting. In the end, you are left with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts, which, if you are desperate enough to eat, leaves nothing but an empty box of useless brown paper.

there's a reason always.....

everything happens for a reason
sometimes things fall apart
so other things can fall together
but in the end whatever meant to be
will always find it ways....always