On the Eastern Moon


The Rat

In China, the Rat is respected and considered a courageous, enterprising person. It is deemed an honor to be born in the Year of the Rat and it is considered a privilege to be associated with a Rat. Rats know exactly where to find solutions and can take care of themselves and others without problems. They use their instinctive sense of observation to help others in times of need and are among the most fit of all the Animal signs to survive most any situation.

Being born under this sign determines many talents, as well as other characteristics that may not be so commendable. Rats are very lively and need a lot of mental and physical stimulation. They can be calm and perceptive, but sometimes their brains can cause a mental restlessness, tempting them to take on too much, only to discover they are unable to meet their commitments. Rats are blessed with one of the best intellects going. Add to their intelligence, a curiosity and a bright imagination; and they seem as sharp as a needle. Rats are full of good advice but they will never share their troubles with others. They are honest individuals and they enjoy living for the moment. They’re also capable of surviving any situation.

The sign of the Rat is the first sign in the cycle giving Rat people exude great leadership qualities and are good at taking the lead. They don't mind a lot of responsibility and they demonstrate a strong presence that other people respect. For those with the Rat nature, status and monetary satisfaction are the greatest motivation.

They’re very active which helps keep them in shape and able to fight off sickness. They can at times be tense, aggressive, and full of nervous energy, conditions which can lead to stress.


On Career

The Chinese say others should always listen to the advice of the Rat. Because of their intellect and observatory powers, Rat people possess prudence and perception. They can anticipate problems, and are always able to see the big picture. They can hone in on issues at hand and make measurable judgments. These skills, combined with their sense of aspiration also make them clever operators. Status, money, title, and recognition are important to the Rat. They have keen senses of observation that allow them to foresee upcoming business opportunities as well as potential occupational problems. The Rat makes a better boss than an employee and, although motivated, they can be pinned down by routines. Rats work better in flexible situations where they can be freely creative.

On Relationships

Rats are very charming. They enjoy social activities and because they’re out a lot, they’re always meeting new people. They aren’t good at breaking off relationships however, and this presents problems going forward with new relationships. Anyone hoping to partner with a Rat must be able to keep up with the Rat’s active nature. Generally these people enjoy all forms of social interaction, and no party is complete without their lively wit and humor. Rats are beautiful people with magnetic personalities. If the Chinese say there are few poor Rats, there are an even fewer number who are not sexually stimulating- especially as young people. Rat people are romantic, and are always happier to have someone to share with. One of the Rat's greatest assets is their charm. Rats can melt hearts with their smiles. Add that to their coquettish personalities and you can easily see how they conquer the hearts of others.



Wood Rats

Despite having a remarkable facade of self-confidence, deep down, They are quite unsure of themselves. They wouldn't dream of showing their vulnerability to anyone. Only close companions would ever suspect that they have such self-doubt. In fact Wood Rats often fear downfall, despite their ability to find success. Well-liked, proficient, and good leaders at work, Wood Rats seem to function best when they are surrounded by family and friends. Cordial and delicate, they are usually well loved by family, friends and peers. Fortunately for them, feelings of love and respect are mutual.

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On the Western Stars

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The Capricorn

From early childhood, most Capricorns are self-disciplined, serious, determined, mature and able to persevere in the face of adversity. While other signs are given to flights of fancy and daydreams, Capricorns always have their feet on the ground. One of the most stable signs in the zodiac; Capricorns are capable of exercising enormous discipline when they need to. Capricorns are also great listeners, and because they are enormously patient they can spend hours listening to the stories and lives of others. This special Capricorn trait gives Capricorns great insight into other people's lives, traditions and personal histories. Capricorns tend to be very cultured and knowledgeable about the world and culture as a whole.


Capricorns care a great deal about their personal appearance and how they are perceived. They are usually very neatly dressed, or very stylish - often with a keen sense of fashion and style. Usually impeccably though conservatively dressed, they prefer the finer things in life - as long as they are not flashy or draw too much attention.


Capricorns have "big" personalities. They tend to be generous, honest, interesting and tactful. They are always patient and have an air of wisdom about them. Capricorn personality is one that is firmly grounded in reality and who will consistently be the voice of reason in a chaotic world.   He understands why the rules are in place and conforms accordingly.

Rational and Intellectual

Capricorns are very logical and intellectual, which can make them seem detached or even cold because they don’t show their emotions easily for fear of being vulnerable. Inwardly quiet and shy, their feelings take second place to their mind and intellect. But they are actually quite sensitive with those they care about, even when they can be ruthless in business and when going after what they want. Their perfectionist natures can lead to obsessive-compulsive behaviours if they’re not careful. These tendencies, combined with the Capricorn work ethic, make them excellent business partners and providers

Cautious and Wary

Capricorns often suffer from low self-esteem, as they tend to be very hard on themselves. Capricorn may not be the self-confident pillar of strength as they appear to be when their power or authority is compromised, they may make flawed decisions that could cause everything they worked for to go down in flames in a spectacular way.


When they are feeling anxious or low, others rarely know it. Capricorns don’t usually bring their problems to others, but instead suffer in silence. They find it hard to open up to other people and so have difficulty establishing deep relationships, though when they do they tend to be very loyal, reliable and trustworthy friends. Capricorns have good memories, both for those who have helped them and those who have harmed them. Being honourable by nature, most will repay a debt or a good deed with something equivalent or better, and some will repay a bad deed with revenge.


On Career

Capricorns are very ambitious people, and with their innate people-skills, immaculate presentation and natural smarts, they tend to do well in the workplace. Because they are immensely patient and restrained, Capricorns tend to perform especially well in high-stress environments that would be difficult for other signs to handle. Capricorns also do extremely well in management roles, where juggling multiple personality types and exercising extreme patience are required.


Most Capricorns go through more than the usual amount of hardship, but the bulk of this hard karma tends to occur in the first half of life, as if the Capricorns want to get it all over with at once so that they can move on to better times in the second half. In keeping with this trend, Capricorns have a tendency to age in reverse, looking younger than their biological age as they grow older and becoming more youthful and laid back when they reach middle age and beyond.

 

On Relationships

While Capricorn is very pragmatic in most areas of life -- this is sometimes less true in matters of the heart, where Capricorns can exhibit unusual jealousies. For Capricorn, love is the source of all inspiration. It is also pretty scary territory, because many enchanted Capricorns become nervous and shy. They fear giving their heart away, because they fear losing themselves. "I love you" is not a phrase that flows easily from their lips, but once it is spoken, you can rest assured that it is true. Cherish the sound of this phrase, because you may not hear it every day.

Capricorns make great lovers. In relationships they are very attentive, and very patient at all times. Most Capricorns keep their promises and fulfil their obligations. They believe in commitment, sticking it out for the long haul. These loyal and devoted creatures loathe being dependent, but do expect to be nurtured. Behind closed doors all illusions are stripped, and caution is thrown to the wind, because Capricorns immerse themselves in their lover’s complete satisfaction. Unless you've had the experience, it is hard to envision that proper and respectful Capricorn really knows how to get their freak on!



Famous Capricorns 

Elvis Presley, Edgar Allan Poe, President Richard M. Nixon, Martin Luther King, David Bowie, Nicolas Cage, Jim Carrey, Kevin Costner, Mel Gibson, James Earl Jones, Annie Lennox, Howard Stern, Tiger Woods, Denzel Washington, Jude Law, Diane Keaton, Mary J. Blige, Orlando Bloom, Patrick Dempsey..

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Is it?



It's Over

Vertical Horizon (Album: Go)

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25 to LIfe



What I'm singing at you and at life right now..

Eminem - 25 to Life


Album: Recovery

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Toungin It

I seriously like kissing.. making out.. hehe..












So.. uhm..



n_n

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Facebook People

Which ones do you have in your friends? better yet, which one are you? hehe..








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Je Te Plumerai La, Tete



Very very nice! four thousand million stars! XD

Mark Ronson & The Business Intl - Bang Bang Bang

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My Kind Of Bear


Wojtek

For centuries, Poland has been known specifically for two things – badass spicy sausages, and getting epically fucked over by every other European nation in every possible way.  Polish people are constantly getting about as much respect as the Duke University football program, and the once-proud nation has been carved up more times than Joan Rivers’ face.  The early days of World War II was no exception, when the unsuspecting, peaceful Poles all of a sudden found themselves getting sneak-attack double-teamed by the international military superpower dickheads Germany and the Soviet Union.  Sure, the Communists and Fascists fucking hated each other, but apparently they were willing to join forces and work together to oppress the citizens of Poland, steal their land, and imprison anyone they damn well pleased.

Of course we know about what the Germans did to the people of Poland, but it certainly wasn’t any picnic being on the receiving end of the sickle and hammer either.  Captured Polish POWs that weren’t executed on the spot by the Russkies were shipped out to fucking hardcore Gulags in Siberia, where the spent twelve hours a day eating disgusting borscht and gruel, mining snow from ice caves with pickaxes like the Dwarves in Snow White and toiling away in temperatures that never got above negative fifty degrees in the summertime.  However, once Germany double-crossed the Soviets and started beating the holy living shitburgers out of the Red Army, Josef Stalin all of a sudden had a change of heart and decided to let captured Polish POWs out of prison so they could help fight for the Allies.  Since the Poles weren’t too keen on fighting on behalf of the Russians who had oppressed and imprisoned them, they decided to serve under the British instead.  A large number of these men were put on trains and sent to Iran, where they formed up into the Polish Second Army Corps.  II Corps’ first mission was to travel to Palestine, link up with the British 8th Army and assist in the Allied invasion of Italy.

On their trip through Iran, the men of the Polish 22nd Transport Artillery Supply Company came across a young Iranian boy wandering through the desert like Jim Morrison tripping balls, and carrying a large cloth sack.  The men thought the boy looked tired and hungry, so they gave him some food and a Crunch bar or some shit.  When the kid thanked them, the Poles asked what was in the bag.  The boy opened it up and revealed a tiny, malnourished brown bear cub.  Since the soldiers knew the little cub was in very poor health and needed attention quickly, they bought the bear from the kid for a few bucks (or whatever the hell they used for money in 1940’s Iran – I can’t be bothered to look it up), and fed it some condensed milk from a makeshift bottle.  For the next several days, they nursed the bear back to health, giving it food, water, and a warm place to sleep.

Over the long journey from Iran to Palestine, the bear, now named Voytek (it’s spelled Wojtek in Polish but pronounced "Voytek” because Polish is a crazy fucking language) quickly became the unofficial mascot of the 22nd Company.  The bear would sit around the campfire with the men, eating, drinking, and sleeping in tents with the rest of the soldiers.  The bear loved smoking cigarettes, drank beer right out of the bottle like a regular infantryman, and got a kick out of wrestling and play-fighting with the other soldiers.  Of course, he was the most badass asskicking wrester in the entire company, thanks in part to the fact that he grew to be six feet tall, weighed roughly five hundred pounds, and could knock small trees over with a single swing of his massive, clawed paw.  He grew to be a part of the unit, improving the morale of men who had spent several years getting their asses kicked in slave labor camps, and was treated as though he were just another hard-drinkin’, hard-smoking’, hard-fightin’, hair-growin’ soldier in the Company.  When the unit marched out on a mission, Voytek would stand up on his hind legs and march alongside them.  When the motorized convoy was on the move, Voytek sat in the passenger seat of one of the jeeps, hanging his head out the window and shocking the shit out of people walking down the street.

In addition to kicking peoples’ asses and drinking beer, Voytek also enjoyed taking hot baths for some reason.  Over the summer in Palestine, he learned how to work the showers, and you could pretty much always find him splashing around the bath house.  Once, he entered the bath hut and came across a spy who had been planted to gather intelligence on the Allied camp.  Voytek growled, slapped the dude upside his stupid head, and the man immediately crapped his pants and surrendered.  The Soldier Bear was lauded as a hero for successfully capturing an enemy agent, who in turn was interrogated and gave up vital intelligence on enemy positions.

When it was time to stop fucking around and get “in the shit” as they say, II Corps linked up with the hardcore British 8th Army and headed out to the middle of the Category 5 Crapstorm the was brewing in Italy.  The problem, however, was that British High Command did not allow any pets or animals in their camp, so the Polish Army formally enlisted Voytek the Bear into their ranks.  He was given the rank of Private, assigned a serial number, and from that point on was included in all official unit rosters.  The Brits were like, “whatever chaps”, and didn’t even bat an eye when Voytek marched ashore with the rest of the 22nd Company.

The Poles’ Finest Hour of the war came in the incredibly bloody battle for Monte Cassino.  By the time II Corps arrived, the Germans were deeply entrenched in the hilltop monastery, and three previous Allied assaults on the position had all proved more fruitless than a South Florida orange tree in the middle of a worldwide Nuclear Winter.  The campaign was proving to be one of the bloodiest battles of the Western Front, and the Poles were brought in to make the final push to capture the fortress.  During the fighting, Voytek the Hero Bear actually hand-carried boxes of ammunition, some weighing in at over 100 pounds, from supply trucks to artillery positions on the front lines.  He worked tirelessly, day and night, bringing supplies to his friends who were bravely battling the Nazis.  He never rested, never dropped a single artillery shell, and never showed any fear despite his position being under constant enemy fire and heavy shelling.  His actions were so inspiring to his fellow soldiers that after the battle the official insignia of the 22nd Artillery was changed to a picture of Voytek carrying an armful of howitzer ammunition.  In the same vein, you have to assume that it was pretty fucking demoralizing to the Germans to see that the Poles had a fucking GIANT GODDAMNED BROWN BEAR fighting on their side.

Thanks in part to the heavy shelling by their artillery, the Polish forces broke through the Nazi defenses and captured Monte Cassino.  Voytek and his comrades would go one to fight the Germans across the Italian peninsula, breaking through the enemy lines and forcing the Krauts out of Italia for good.  After the war, some elements of the Polish Army, including Voytek, were reassigned to Scotland, since Poland was under USSR control, and many Polish soldiers did not like the prospect of living in a Soviet-run police state.  Voytek lived out the rest of his days in the Edinburgh Zoo, where he passed away in 1963 at the age of 22.  It was said that he always perked up when he heard the Polish language spoken by zoo guests, and during his life in there he was always being visited by his old friends from the Polish Army – some of whom would throw cigarettes down into his open arms, some of whom would even jump into the bear enclosure and wrestle with him for old time’s sake.

The idea of a fucking alcoholic Nazi-fighting bear is so awesome that you’d think it was something out of a bizarre cartoon or a Sci-Fi Channel Original Movie.  It’s the sort of shit that, even with all of the historical evidence, seems too totally awesome to be true.  The bear was a hero of World War II, and there are statues of him and plaques memorializing his brave service in Poland, Edinburgh, the Imperial War Museum in London, and the Canadian War Museum.  Unbelieveable.


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The Pauper to the Prince



One of the wrongest person I met in my life, a rebellious ruffian senior with all the misunderstanding, trouble and band of goons; when I was the new spoiled snob in my junior.. Perfectly having nothing to do with each other, you approached me like you know me. I didn't pay you any interest nor attention and you just laughed. And everytime you look at me is as if you could see right through me, and I hated it. You always tried to talk to me and even followed me when I was trying to get away. I was a jerk and yet you stayed til you made me laugh. Then we became friends..

A friendship the priests and nuns disapproved because, because of you, I came to vandalize and steal just for the fun of it. Pulled impossible even dangerous pranks on people. You took me to the streets, set my game up to a new level. We did drugs, introduced me to your stuff, I introduced you to mine. We caused chaos and panic. Roughhousing anywhere, beating each other senseless, sometimes with your hoodlums.. You taught me how to fight. I come home, bleeding and bruised feeling proud and accomplished.  We'd get into street fights, i get to run away from an angry mob and cops. We were wild and wrong; criminals.. deliquents.. We were scared, It was fun; I couldn't be more free and alive.

We were opposites but somehow you always believed I have all this courage and strength in me. You just always laugh when I have problems, looking back now are unimportant, but you stayed. You never seem to know what to say but you also never left. You sat with me quietly till its over. But what you would always say - you trust in me. I was still a good student, not well behaved but good, more popular than ever, I became the coming senior student council president when you graduate. A transferee beat a powerhouse by landslide, and you were so proud of me and you were very happy. I was happy.

And during the void I call college; we lost touch, our lives changed away from each other. But we never did seem to forget then after some years I found you again.. You weren't able to afford a lot in the recent years; You're not living the life you want. You're unhappy. All this time you add to who I am and to my happiness, you're running away from the reality that's never kind to you, chasing temporary high. You always said you love my smile and laughter, that it makes you still believe in happiness, and that I make your pain no longer matter.. When you look at me, right through me, you always see all these great things in me. You always have this faith that i'll make it good and far when you never think that you would.

You're even happy for me that I still look as good as you remember when you think all your charms had faded. You are hard and rough.. The life you always have is a battle to survive. You are wrong and bad, you're tough.. But last night like any other time of some 7 or 9 years ago, you were the friend I always knew. Not even the most sensitive poets have the heart to just say to someone what you said, and ask those you asked of me.. And you are strong to ask, strong to ask anyone; to not forget you, to not let our friendship go.

You wished that I'll be happy and happier..

And you always wanted me to know, that no matter what happen, no matter where we are -  I have you.. That I shouldn't be sad and that you will always believe in me.

So then you asked if we can be friends no matter what happen till the end..


~ Nothing has to matter, there hasn't got to be any end. ~

And you just wish we still could always sit quietly somewhere and wait for our worries to fade. I know it's yours that we will sit out this time, and I will be there. We will sit it all out till I could feel your smile again . I'm sorry I've let you down many times for doubting myself, allowing my head down. I got weak at some point between then and now despite of all that you have given me. I'll keep my smile and happiness for you, so you won't lose your faith with your own.. I just hope somehow I'll know how I could take you there. With all you've gone through, and what you should be in this world; with all you have given me and all you are to me..


You are the prince.. and i'm your pauper..

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止戰之殤


Jay Chou
周杰倫 - 止戰之殤 (七里香)

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Why Lie?



All of us know that telling lies has its consequences just as much as telling the truth, and that we know too. So it's just the same. Might as well go with the truth and suffer, at least you're free from it. Because even just a small of a lie, we also very well know, could grow bigger; putting one lie over or next to another till it's bigger than we could handle, then even bigger than we are. Possibly entangling you to its web you created. And we also know, it didn't really do you any help.
Lies and secrets holds us back from truly seeing and appreciating everything, much more ourselves. They both make each other. You lie about your secrets to protect them, and your secrets are the truth from your lies. Usually they are the things that we would just like to put behind us, but i don't think thats how those things should be dealt with; because they are the very matter that will be f*cking you from behind and derail you from a way to a clearer and better view forward. they are the skeletons, the ghosts, the very reason the past could haunt; No one or nothing haunts from the future. The future doesn't haunt, it intimidates! It's all from the past; the former present wrong you've created, that will now contribute to your fear of an unseen future.
Haven't we all learned yet that nothing is really left in the past? You think you could do that but we also know there's alway a possibility it would find its way, if someone else haven't brought it back yet. We already say things like "nothing stays in the past" or "the past will catch up", yet we still pile them up. Forgetting, denying, hiding stuff never really works for anything for anyone. You have to accept it that it was a part of the reality called you, then make peace with yourself about it then let it go. Accepting it turns it to something that will not haunt you and it makes it easier to forget, because it doesn't matter that much anymore. Either way, it could haunt you but you getting hauntedby it is not the same, you could just not let it.
We all, as much as possible, want at least a better insight to our own future. Everyday already, big or small, we are faced with anxieties and fears of the unkown and even of just the unsure.. The future is big and intimidating, and even really scary thinking about it. And it will be better if we ourselves do not voluntarily add to these and not allow other things make it more intimidating, specially our past. Your past is everything you use to be or have, it is yours. Find a way to make it work for you. Do not allow your own perception of the future, people, self and life be tainted by anything by being free from but taught by the past. So you could have that luxury to be really there in that one present moment in your life free from the past and the future.
Though laying all your cards down the table does have it's disadvantages, but that doesn't have to matter. It could really cause some unfavorable results but sure will dishonesty or secrets too. So its not only you who has a disadvantage the other guy has his too. It could be bad to show all your cards especially if you don't know the other's hand. But the other who's hiding or bluffing will not easily believe you anyway because they expect you to be doing the same, bluffing. The other's bluffing or withholding makes them think that way. They have a tainted take on: others - that they will lie; and themselves - that they will not be told with the truth; thinking that's how life is, which only promises a future filled with doubt.
You may face the consequence of the truth, by admitting to a sin or exposing the content of your heart but what you will get is the truth that you also want, that you deserve; the truth we all want. Even if you're honesty turns out badly, at least you'd know who could trully accept you're real and flawed self. You did'nt lie to anyone more importantly not to yourself. You have nothing to hide. It will only be your own days filled of "what if" and "if only you told the truth" if you didn't. And it's just going to be your own past you created that will haunt you not anyone else's. Its your own guilt and regrets that you will just bear on your own. Its all true when they say the truth will set you free, but you didn't have to be entangled in any lies to begin with. Plus you will be showing people how much you deserve honesty yourself.
And everybody lies or at least, we expect everybody to be. Be different and be better than that. I know it's hard to not just lie cold turkey but we know it's much harder to set things straight. Just be truthful to those you care about and be truthful about those that really matter. And with hard or ugly honesty just think, you're enemies won't believe it and you're real friends don't need it anyway, so just say it. But you also have to consider, that not all that are impossible or doesn't make sense to you are lies, and not all that makes sense and simple are the truth. Yes, its also true that the fact are stranger than fiction.. lol! just lost my serious a bit hehe..
Okay so yeah.. it does take real courage to tell the truth, but they also say there's a fine line between courage and foolishness. So just cross that line but take it the other way around. Be a fool and say the truth. It only takes a split second to be foolish - foolishly brave, but fixing damages of a lie could take forever.
In short.. The Truth Is Always Worth It!!! XD

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Driving Heaven



Top Gear Driving Heaven / City Lights and Seoul - House Rulez

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Please Don't Go

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Please Don't Go

Mike Posner (Album: 31 Minutes to Takeoff)

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Three Men


One night..


.·´¯'··°o.O

A father to his eldest son.. 

"Take care and love your little brother more than he could ever take care and love you.."



.·´¯'··°o.O

Then to his younger son he said..

"Take care and love your older brother just as much as he can do those for you.."


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Hearts and a Rose


You may be golden with a flowered world that I'm not good enough for
But someone as unworthy as I am just wouldn't want any of it anymore
Yes. I will still kiss your feet and allow my head to be held down
For I still have the heart to look in to the crowd and take my bow

You're still welcome to know my heart; or to insult and reject it some more
Because I know you have your own pain and heart that is just as torn
All my life I may have or am nothing to a world that wants the precious you
But why should i submit to the desires of these hearts that's not for me nor true

You could look away and say goodbye to the heart you choose to ignore
But my spirit can stay with me for i am and could still be so much more
Hold my ground and you could just abandon me, but i won't wither away
You are much less, I am much more that you need; you'd realize one day

I don't need to keep holding my head high for i will just be looking at the sky
All i need to see is down here - myself and its impaired glory..
the beauty in the tears i cry
There are hearts I'm blessed with that would always hold me in place
The hearts that take away the pain; the strength you could see in my face

There is power in pain and in sadness, and there is always power within myself
Everything just comes and then goes, but myself is forever my adorning wealth
I need not to wait for a grand better tomorrow from you nor from this world
For all you know, this unsought existence is the most beautiful story you never heard


n_n
-081010-

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One Day Older, One Day Closer


Kid Rock - Roll On
(Rock N Roll Jesus)

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Now It's Raining..

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Now It's Raining
I like it when it rains.. I close my eyes and the heavens reaching down on me, letting me know that it's not that far. That if it could touch me, why can't I?
 
Reviving my heart with it's gentle pitter-patter of excitement on my skin and all around. With the sun gone - cold, dark and damp, lies this quiet peace and life away from the sun lit reality that had burnt and exhausted me. Clouds are as if saying I had enough, hiding me from the judgment of the sun and of the eyes that through it could see.

All the water dancing on the land that had pulled and kept me down. Dancing and falling without any care or apology.. Consuming the world that had corrupted my spirit, promising every tear and any fear to be temporary. Leaving the puddles of it's memories on this lowly ground waiting for the sun. Waiting to reflect back it's light but would always reflect back my face just so I would be able to see..


That in this life this is me, I can reach that heaven even your heart no matter how far it may be..


n_n
-080810-

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Fireworks



Drake ft. Alicia Keys - Fireworks

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Angela Lindvall


January 14, 1979
Midwest City, Oklahoma(1979-01-14)
Height 5'11" (180 cm)
Hair color dark blonde
Eye color blue
Measurements 34-24.5-35 (86-62-89cm)


She introduced and defined what is beautiful to me..
I always had a crush on her since preadolescence.. hehe..





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Walking into Spiderwebs

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No Doubt - Spiderwebs
just looking back..

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Best Mistake

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“The greatest mistake you can make in life is to be continually fearing you will make one..”

 



This track is just really got stuck in my head.. by Lil Eddie..





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One Bad *ss Rajah


When you’re talking about badass, super hardcore martial arts practiced by people who have absolutely no fear of severe bodily harm, multiple broken bones or getting knocked in the face with a powerful instrument of blunted death you could do a lot worse than fucking Filipino Stick Fighting.  If you’ve never watched Eskrima or Kali practitioners go at it before, you are really missing out on some ultimate epic asskickings.  Basically, the sports involves two balls-out motherfuckers standing across from each other on a dojo floor, wailing on each other with unforgiving bamboo sticks until someone either dies or suffers so many hairline bone fractures that they can no longer physically stand up anymore.  The last dude standing is declared the winner.; Or something like that.

Here in the West, the Filipino martial arts aren’t considered as “sexy” as some of the Chinese and Japanese fighting styles, and many people don’t realize that the Philippines has a rich history of bashing motherfuckers in the goddamned face with a matching set of hand-carved wooden bludgeons.  Even the almighty Bruce Leehimself trained under some of Eskrima’s Grand Masters, and incorporated aspects of their fighting style into Jeet Kune Do.  You know that scene in Enter the Dragon when Bruce is in that cave and he’s using those two sticks to beat the holy living fuckballs out like eight hundred dudes?  That’s fucking Eskrima, bitches - a time-honored tradition of bashing in skulls and dishing out asskickings that traces its roots all the way back to the 16th century and a native Visayan chieftain named Lapu-Lapu, a tribal leader who became the first Filipino to defend his homeland against foreign invasion.

There isn’t a written record of what Lapu-Lapu was up to prior to the year 1521, but by all accounts his life revolved around two things – kicking asses and taking names.  According to legend, Lapu-Lapu’s father was a big-time Level 15 Chieftain on Mactan Island who was pretty much an unstoppable killing machine, thanks in no small part to an awesome magical Amulet of Strength +5 that did double-damage against Goblins, Orcs, and Drow.  Well one day a pirate from the nearby island of Cebu asked the Chief if he could borrow the amulet, because some motherfuckers from the Underdark had kidnapped the pirate’s girlfriend and he needed to launch a serious raid to get her back.  The Chief, who was apparently oblivious to the fact that you can’t fucking trust anything that a goddamned pirate says, coughed up the amulet and (not surprisingly) never heard from the pirate again.  From that time on the Mactan tribe and the Cebu tribe spent most of their free time ballknocking the crap out of each other with bamboo rods and hurling insults at one another like a pair of mudslinging politicians rampaging along the campaign trail.  Lapu-Lapu rose to power amidst this heated rivalry, and like any good badass warlord he decided he was going to ratchet the Violence-o-Meter up to the next level.  He instituted a strict training regimen for his tribesmen, taught his warriors the art of Eskrima and Kali, and had his troops fight insane one-on-one Soulcalibur-style sparring duels with wooden sticks to help increase their fighting ability, pump up their strength and conditioning, and improve their ability to be bludgeoned about the head and neck in a furious manner without dying or having a seizure or some shit

It was in the Year of Our Lord Fifteen Hundred and Twenty-One that Lapu-Lapu and his warriors would face their greatest test.  On 14 April a European explorer named Ferdinand Magellan landed his fleet on the shores of Cebu Island with the intention of wreaking havoc like the Tazmanian Devil at a Sotheby’s auction.  The Spanish and Portuguese sailors were well-received by the Cebu tribe, and in a short period of time Magellan was able to convert many of the natives over to Catholicism, convincing them that since the greatest Catholic ruler on Earth was the King of Spain, all native Filipinos should just bend over and submit to the will of the Spanish Crown.  The Cebu Chieftain was pronounced a “servant of God and Spain”, and anyone who didn’t want to accept all of the Roman Church in all of its Popey Goodness was declared a heathen infidel deserving only painful death and suffering.  The Cebu Chieftain, seeing an opportunity to take this ultra-modern army of hardcore Spanish soldiers and utilize them for his own nefarious purposes, immediately said something along the lines of, “well… speaking of heathen infidels, there’s this dude on Mactan Island named Lapu-Lapu, and he’s actually a Muslim…"

Magellan, eager to cement the Philippines’ subservience and loyalty to the Spanish King, did what every good Conquistador did to the indigenous populations of the islands and civilizations they visited – he mobilized his armies and prepared to burn some villages, plunder everything that wasn’t nailed down, slaughter anyone he could get his hands on, and either convert the survivors to Christianity or sell them into slavery.  On 27 April 1521, Magellan and his crew landed on Mactan Island, eager to show the savage barbarian natives what it was like to be fucked in the ass by a civilized European Superpower.

Being a devout Muslim, Lapu-Lapu wasn’t in the mood to hear about any Jeebuses, and he certainly wasn’t going to sit back and let a bunch of smallpox-carrying non-M41 Pulse Rifle-toting Colonial Marines stamp his balls into dust and carry of the women of his sizeable harem, so he mobilized a large force of the most badassed warriors he could find and prepared to give the Conquistadors a wooden-plank asskicking that would make them wish they were back in Catholic school getting their knuckles bloodied by angry nuns.  His men got their best bamboo spears, fighting sticks, stones, arrows, and swords and prepared to turn back the invaders. 

The only surviving account of the Battle of Mactan comes from one of the dudes who was in the Spanish raiding party (and this guy had a total stiffy for Magellan so his account is probably pretty biased in favor of his countrymen), but it’s better than nothing.  According to the tale, Magellan had originally planned to make a landing and use his ships’ cannons to serve as artillery backup in the battle, but when the fleet got close to the island they learned that there was a large reef that was preventing the Spanish ships from getting close enough to the shore for any kind of coastal bombardment.  Magellan didn’t bother to find a new point of attack, and instead took somewhere between 50-60 men and marched through thigh-deep waters towards the shore, where he met up with a large force of several hundred pissed off Filipino martial artists.  The Conquistadors didn’t give a shit though, and immediately opened fire on the natives with their muskets and crossbows and started yelling insults about their enemies’ virility. 

Often times, much is made of the bravery of a small group of soldiers battling against a much larger force of savages, and how noble these men are for standing up against impossible odds, but consider this battle from the perspective of the Filipino warriors and Lapu-Lapu.  First off, you’re standing on the beach, facing white-skinned men that don’t look like any people you’ve ever seen before.  You’ve a fucking bamboo stick and a flimsy wooden shield, while the enemy is wearing heavy steel breastplates and helmets that are strong enough to deflect any arrows or rocks that you or any of your companions launch at them.  Oh, and they also have fucking firearms and crossbows that are much more advanced and powerful than anything you’d ever thought possible.  Your orders are to charge across a beach and fight these guys in hand-to-hand combat, which had to be the fucking 16th Century equivalent of fistfighting a company of goddamned ray-gun toting space aliens or some shit, but these guys didn’t even give a crap. 

At first, Magellan’s men used their muskets and crossbows to keep Lapu-Lapu’s warriors at bay, but when he saw that the natives weren’t breaking ranks and running screaming into the jungle like a bunch of pussies just because the Spanish set off some black powder, Magellan decided he needed to step up his display of technological superiority and consummate dickheaditude.  He had a couple of his men set fire to a nearby village, burning it to the ground with torches and flamethrowers.  As you can imagine, this really only succeeded in making the Filipinos even more totally ripshit pissed off, and Lapu-Lapu ordered a full-scale balls-to-the-wall charge on the Conquistadors’ position.  As the horde of screaming warriors was closing in on the Spanish invaders, Lapu-Lapu ordered his archers to launch one final volley of arrows at the Europeans – only this time he instructed his men to aim not for the heavily armored torsos and heads of their enemy, but at their unarmored legs.  Several Spanish soldiers were hit in the thighs and calves, and the crippled men were quickly pummeled to death by Lapu-Lapu’s rampaging stick fighters.  Lapu-Lapu himself is credited with delivering the kill shot on Ferdinand Magellan, as the chieftain cut the Explorer down with a single blow of his giant-ass two-handed scimitar.  The Spanish invasion force was completely over-run by the tribal warriors, who beat the fucking crap out of anyone they could find, and the surviving troops ran off as quickly as their sails would carry them.  A few days later the Spanish fleet asked Lapu-Lapu to return the remains of their fallen commander, but none could be found.  The conquering invader had been beaten into a bloody smear that was carried away by the tides. 

Lapu-Lapu is the national hero of the Philippines, and he stands today as one of the few tribal leaders who stood up to the European explorers and Conquistadors and emerged victorious.  He trained his men in badass martial arts, he didn’t back down from a technologically superior force, and he didn’t take crap from anyone.  Today, there’s a city named in his honor, countless statues of him exist across Mactan Island, and the Polynesian Resort at Disney has a drink named after him – it’s one shot of dark rum, one shot of Bacardi 151, and one shot of sour mix with ice, orange juice and pineapple juice – guaranteed to kick your ass, just like the man it’s named after.

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