<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047</id><updated>2012-02-07T04:32:16.858-08:00</updated><category term='embedded in the novel'/><category term='stuttering'/><category term='don&apos;t you just agree with me?'/><category term='Reaction Papers'/><category term='English Patient'/><category term='Mulan'/><category term='On A Boat'/><category term='what we were'/><category term='We Are Us'/><category term='vampires'/><category term='psych'/><category term='The Rape of a Confused Mind'/><category term='blood +'/><category term='Immortal'/><category term='sights ``'/><category term='kilusang kababaihan'/><category term='sick'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Pain in Innocence'/><category term='fool'/><category term='Not You And Me'/><category term='Waiting in vain'/><category term='Words of Honor'/><category term='Never Again'/><title type='text'>The Last Waltz of the Blackrose</title><subtitle type='html'>blackroses bloom and die.. but they never say goodbye. tell me now what you want from me. I'll give it to you even it becomes the death of me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-8251668348602889541?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8251668348602889541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=8251668348602889541&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/8251668348602889541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/8251668348602889541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-what-i-wanted-but-more-than-what-i.html' title='Not What I Wanted But More Than What I Expected'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-3315496159471060022</id><published>2009-04-29T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T03:04:08.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course I'll tell you I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll say you hate me more.&lt;br /&gt;And then, we laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-3315496159471060022?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3315496159471060022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=3315496159471060022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/3315496159471060022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/3315496159471060022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2009/04/friendship.html' title='friendship'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-4885330702833573415</id><published>2009-04-28T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T06:12:41.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can still cry.&lt;br /&gt;But remember that,&lt;br /&gt;When you look at the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;You're shoulders weigh more than then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-4885330702833573415?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4885330702833573415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=4885330702833573415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/4885330702833573415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/4885330702833573415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2009/04/grow-up.html' title='Grow Up'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-5701876975512741308</id><published>2009-04-28T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T06:05:19.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Equality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cherish me if you will,&lt;br /&gt;But don't you smother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care for me then,&lt;br /&gt;But don't cloak me with your vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love you.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't control you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cherish me as I will,&lt;br /&gt;But let me stand on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-5701876975512741308?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5701876975512741308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=5701876975512741308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/5701876975512741308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/5701876975512741308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2009/04/equality.html' title='Equality'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-3886500332054511016</id><published>2009-04-28T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T06:01:09.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>When that time comes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someday, when I marry, I therefore say that I won't settle only for the marriage of the hearts and of the bodies, but furthermore, I would want my marriage to also be of the souls, as well as the minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-3886500332054511016?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3886500332054511016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=3886500332054511016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/3886500332054511016'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are things that we choose&lt;br /&gt;To forget as the leaves&lt;br /&gt;Fall from the tainted bough.&lt;br /&gt;But seasons die,&lt;br /&gt;And then are reborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Young love, oh, young love&lt;br /&gt;So sweet when it starts,&lt;br /&gt;So lovely to hold inside an innocent heart.&lt;br /&gt;Yet poison when it cracks&lt;br /&gt;And turns black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never the reality hits&lt;br /&gt;More prominently, than when spiced up&lt;br /&gt;With the bitter truth that what once was there&lt;br /&gt;Is now not yours to have, but for others to hold&lt;br /&gt;With you out in the cold--the price of dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying to get hold of the anchor&lt;br /&gt;Yet again. And still, there are things that&lt;br /&gt;Are better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;Returning to the abandoned shore&lt;br /&gt;Of the broken ship. Of broken hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is always a fear&lt;br /&gt;Of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;That changes the heart—and the soul.&lt;br /&gt;But a ghost from the past,&lt;br /&gt;Can imitate the terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the sail is failing&lt;br /&gt;One must trust and have faith&lt;br /&gt;For the boat is still rowing&lt;br /&gt;Even though the storm is showing&lt;br /&gt;Its gray beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waves, taken by the wind.&lt;br /&gt;The ship sailing, and yet sailing briefly.&lt;br /&gt;Moving by the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Wanted—and then unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;The bough broken. The dream, shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the shore comes to sight&lt;br /&gt;The short-lived fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Forever put-aside&lt;br /&gt;Until there comes another wind&lt;br /&gt;To lift up the shattered glass&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to sail—under another sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It must be the dream&lt;br /&gt;But wishes do come true,&lt;br /&gt;Even if it breaks, and&lt;br /&gt;Breaks again.&lt;br /&gt;It grows back, but when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Summer has come,&lt;br /&gt;Though the waves raged&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams flew,&lt;br /&gt;The ship saunters back&lt;br /&gt;Even against the teardrops of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-4086644089029559449?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4086644089029559449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=4086644089029559449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/4086644089029559449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/4086644089029559449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2009/03/waiting-for-summer-poems.html' title='Waiting for Summer (The Poems)'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-1803893124155199203</id><published>2009-02-03T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:11:06.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noblesse Oblige</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOBLESSE OBLIGE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;--literally means &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Nobility" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nobility"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;nobility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt; obligates".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;--According to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external text" title="http://fr.wiktionary.org/wiki/noblesse_oblige" href="http://fr.wiktionary.org/wiki/noblesse_oblige" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;French Wiktionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;, the Dictionnaire de l’Académie française defines it thus:&lt;br /&gt;              1. Whoever claims to be noble must conduct himself nobly.&lt;br /&gt;              2. (Figuratively) One must act in a fashion that conforms with one's position, and with the  reputation that one has earned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;--The Oxford English Dictionary says that the term "suggests noble ancestry constrains to honourable behavior; privilege entails to responsibility."  Being a noble meant that you had responsibilities to lead, manage, etc. You were not to simply spend your time in idle pursuits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;--generally used to imply that with wealth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Power (sociology)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Power_(sociology)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;power&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Prestige" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prestige"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;prestige&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Responsibilities" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Responsibilities"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;responsibilities&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;--In ethical discussion, it is sometimes used to summarize a moral economy wherein privilege must be balanced by duty towards those who lack such privilege or who cannot perform such duty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;--Finally, it has been used recently primarily to refer to public responsibilities of the rich, famous and powerful, notably to provide good examples of behaviour or to exceed minimal standards of decency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;source: wikipedia.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-1803893124155199203?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1803893124155199203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=1803893124155199203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Rape of a Confused Mind'/><title type='text'>The Rape of a Confused Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It should have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And yet here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thinking and cherishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Whirling inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My head, today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aching and wanting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Never ending falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I forget and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Forget and forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It should hve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happened again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Again, endless falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Of water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;From within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;From wanting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aching, wretching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;From within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;For never should have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happened again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;15 January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;RMPSD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-2995065670238181594?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2995065670238181594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=2995065670238181594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/2995065670238181594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/2995065670238181594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2009/01/rape-of-confused-mind.html' title='The Rape of a Confused Mind'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-3403685916805371330</id><published>2008-10-31T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:28:31.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Patient'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/SQvMknRerII/AAAAAAAAAC0/sAxZzKriyNg/s1600-h/EP.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263525518902209666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/SQvMknRerII/AAAAAAAAAC0/sAxZzKriyNg/s320/EP.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A love story is not about those who lose their hearts but about those who find that sullen inhabitant who, when it is stumbled upon, means the body can fool no one, can fool nothing—not the wisdom of sleep or the habit of social graces. It is a consuming of oneself and the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~The English Patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-3403685916805371330?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3403685916805371330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=3403685916805371330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/3403685916805371330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/3403685916805371330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-story-is-not-about-those-who-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/SQvMknRerII/AAAAAAAAAC0/sAxZzKriyNg/s72-c/EP.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-8419904143188158978</id><published>2008-10-19T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:39:14.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psych'/><title type='text'>Knowing What I Didn’t Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chapter 3: Examining Sensation and Perception&lt;br /&gt;Film: (Smell and Taste Documentary) Human Senses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Knowing What I Didn’t Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; My friends always say that I’m a sucker for useless information—a walking encyclopedia at worst; but then, compared to the body of knowledge out there that I still cannot grasp fully, I’m hardly a trivia-trashcan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            This idea hit me fully in the gut as I watch the documentary Human Senses. I realized, “I’m hardly a knowledgeable person…I don’t know that!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            For starters, I know sharks are supposed to be the “garbage can” of the sea, and that they can’t swim back (except for the computer-generated-very-agitated sharks of the film Deep Blue Sea) and that they have commensalism relationships with small fishes. Plus, I’m also very well aware of how much they like their meat as well as how they can smell from afar a single drop of blood in the water. But never—repeat never—was I made to be aware that sharks don’t like my favorite meat—the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Watching the documentary, I also realized that humans have very different taste preference than that of animals; such that of the shark not having a taste for chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, another example of this explicit but easily disregarded fact is that of the koala. Koalas, for me, are one of the cutest animals I’ve ever laid my eyes on since I was a child and deeply in love with stuffed bears and dogs. And because I love them, I made it a point to know what they love—the eucalyptus. This fact, a lot of people know since it’s a common one, but then, the new thing for me about this is that I didn’t know that they would rather starve themselves than eat anything else aside from eucalyptus. Not unlike to human introverts, they are less likely to be bored with the same stimuli ONLY THAT unlike introverts, they’ve taken it to a higher level! Moreover, because of their euca-addiction, they don’t need water anymore. Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bit of knowledge that previously has not been stored in my memory bank is that of the hummingbirds. I won’t pretend that I know a lot about these avian except that they’re small, and can fly and can sing a different song from that of Miss Regine Velasquez. But with this documentary, I was able to know that their taste buds are like that of a woman—addicted to sweets. Maybe even more. I wouldn’t have ever guessed that they can consume sugar water half of their total weight. Furthermore, I didn’t know that their taste for sweets would take them to an extent that they will fall prey to an artificial sugar-holder like that shown in the documentary where the man put the little flower in his mouth with the open bud just outside his pursed lips and the hummingbird flew to it without any qualms. Talk about sweet tooth!&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to the human tastes, a lot of what we eat, we actually perceived by our sense of smell. And this fact, though not entirely new to me, is still a little surprising since preceding the film-showing, I only know this idea as an abstract concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched how the experimenter in the documentary proved her hypothesis that we only know what we eat by associating it to its smell, the previously abstract concept unfolded in my brain. How the subjects only recognized that the “thing” they put into their mouth was a little grainy and somehow spicy and so on, not realizing that it was actually cinnamon without their sense of smell intrigued me to the best, especially when afterwards when they were allowed to released their pinched noses and they exclaimed that it was cinnamon. Surprised at how they were not able to name it beforehand. It only gave more credence to the common idea that the nose and the mouth are intertwined at almost every process they are involved with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned a lot about the secrets of the sense of smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these is the appropriateness of the idea that it is REALLY HARD to develop the smelliest odor which can invoke great nausea (same reaction) to almost anyone who may have the luck to smell it. This is because according to the documentary, people react to the same bad smell differently. How strong we react to the smell depends on our past experiences, since like that of the taste associated with the smell of the food, the reaction to the smell of a bad odor depends on the picture we associate with it. This is made possible by the fact that sensory nerves for the sense of smell goes straight to the frontal lobe AND the limbic system where we store intense feelings. Thus, how strong our reaction depends on our intense feelings against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why some people react to the smell of vomit differently. Some can tolerate it, while others can hardly imagine smelling it. And from what I’ve gathered from the film, the same phenomena may occur when it comes to food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine, if I happened to be traumatized (by food poisoning or just an upset stomach) by the taste of okra when I was a child, it may be the cause of why I can hardly be near it. But then, according to the documentary, sensitiveness to taste of food may change over time as we grow. Since when we are still children, we tend to reject bitter and sour foods because such stimuli forge in our brain that it is poison or just plain bad for ourselves. But over time, we get over it for we are already more receptive to the things we can and cannot eat. Moreover, as I’ve learned early on, we humans eventually adapt to different taste even if we hate it at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all these in the film, it makes me want to know more and more even if some may think that they are not relevant at all. Well, I’m the one storing them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the secrets of the human senses, I hardly knew at all.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sto. Domingo, Rosalyn Mae P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;2006-11360   BA CommRes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;10 July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Psychology 101 *Asst. Prof. J. Lagdameo  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-8419904143188158978?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8419904143188158978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=8419904143188158978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/8419904143188158978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/8419904143188158978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2008/10/knowing-what-i-didnt-know.html' title='Knowing What I Didn’t Know'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-4221718450116807700</id><published>2008-10-05T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:44:26.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reaction Papers'/><title type='text'>The Underside of the Malolos  Republic: A Reaction Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="background: lime none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Reaction Paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Underside of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Malolos&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Republic&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Dr. Milagros C. Guerrero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Isang kamangmangan ang mamulat sa mga bagay na ang tanging nilalaman ay ang isang mukha lamang ng katotohanan. At lalong isang kamangmangan na tanggapin ang katotohanan ng iilan lamang. Ito ang pinakanais maipabatid &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;ni Dr.&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt; Guerrero sa kanyang artilulo patunggkol sa mga “tunay na nangyari” noong itinatag ang Republika ng malolos.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Bilang isang mag-aaral, namulat ako sa mga bagay patungkol sa unang republika ng Pilipinas sa lebel na ang tanging nababangngit lamang ay ang mga &lt;i style=""&gt;“common facts.”&lt;/i&gt; Tulad ng kung kailan nagkaroon ng Kongreso ng Malolos, ang Tejeros Convention, kung kailan idineklarang “tunay na &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaya&lt;/st1:place&gt; ng Pilipinas”… mga ganoong bagay. Kapakababaw lang ika nga. Sa katotohanan, kahit na ganoon lamang ang alam ko, kahit kailan ay hindi ko ninais na malaman pa ang mga bagay na mas malilim pa roon. Bakit pa? Eh, alam ko naman kung sino ang nagpapatay kay Andres Bonifacio at alam ko sa sarili ko na hindi karapdapat maging &lt;i style=""&gt;national hero&lt;/i&gt; si Jose (Mercado) Rizal kahit na sinulat pa niya ang &lt;i style=""&gt;Noli Me Tangere &lt;/i&gt;at &lt;i style=""&gt;El Filibusterismo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dahil tanging ang mga mayayaman lamang na may kakayahang makabili ng mga kakaunting nakapasok na kopya ng kanyang mga nobela lamang ang nakabasa noon. Bukod pa sa hindi marunong magbasa ng Espanyol ang mga katipunero.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Ngunit ayon sa nabasa ko dati, tanging sa karansan lamang sa nakalipas matututo ang tao sa kung ano ang kanyang dapat gawin para sa kanyang kinabukasan. Iyon ang lalong nagpasidhi ng aking loob na basahin ang isinulat &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;ni   Dr.&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt; Guerrero, bukod pa sa kailangan talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Ayon sa kanyang sinulat, ano ang kabuluhan ng pagiging unang republika na naitatag sa timog silangang Asya ng Republika ng Malolos kung ang tanging nakapagkamal ng karangyaan at kasayahan sa panahong iyon ay ang mga kayayamang uri ng tao sa bansa, o ang mga &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="background: lime none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;alta de cuidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;? Lalo ng noong mga panahong naisulat ang artikulo na malapit na ipagdiwang ang ika-isangdaang taon ng pekeng Republika ng Malolos. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Para&lt;/st1:place&gt; kanino ito ipagdiriwang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Karapat dapat bang ipaghanda at ipagsaya ito, nang isang daang taon na ang nakalilipas ng paasahin ang mga Pilipino, na nagpakahirap na naangkin ang kalayaan na ipinagkait ng mga espanyol ng tatlong daang taon, ng mga opisyal na nangakong paglilingkuran ang mga taong bayan na sa bandang huli ay inabuso lamang sila at tinapaktapakan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Nabubuhay tayo sa kahibangan kung iniisip natin na may kabuluhan ang ganoong uri ng pagdiriwang. Ayon sa sinabi ni &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Salvador&lt;/st1:City&gt; H. Laurel, &lt;i style=""&gt;chairman &lt;/i&gt;ng &lt;i style=""&gt;National Centennial Commisson &lt;/i&gt;noong panahong iyon na ipinagdiwang ang ika-isangdaang “kahangalan” ng gobyerno, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 45pt 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“We want our people to be proud of their past…It is a feeling of being one, of belonging under one flag—with one heart and one soul—and one republic that engender country.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kung ganoon nga ang ninais nilang mangyari, bakit hinayaan nilang manatili sa dilim sa mga tunay na nangyari noong mga panahong iyon ang mga Pilipino? Papaano ka magiging mapagmayabang tungkol sa kasaysayan ng iyong bansa kung tanging mga &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;mito&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; na lamang tungkol sa mga bagay-bagay ang iyong alam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Iginagalang magpahanggang ngayon si Emilio Aguinaldo bilang unang presidente ng Pilipinas kahit na ibinenta niya ang mga Pilipino sa mga Amerikano. Kahit na hinayaan niyang maghirap sa ilalim ng kanyang mga ilinuklok na opisyal ang mga mamamayan. Kahit na inamin niyang may mga opisyal siya na hindi talaga karapat dapat sa posisyon dahil sila’y may &lt;i style=""&gt;favoritism&lt;/i&gt; at sila’y mga kurako, ngunit hindi niya inamin na siya mismo ay nakapabor sa mga &lt;i style=""&gt;cacique-ilustrado-principalia&lt;/i&gt; kahit pa na siya’y galing lamang sa mas mababang klase ng mamamayan at dapat sana ay mas makamasa. Ito ba ang gusto nilang ipagmalaki natin sa ibang lahi ganun na rin sa mga susunod pang henerasyon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Ang Malolos Constitution, isang halos tunay na &lt;i style=""&gt;photocopy&lt;/i&gt; lamang ng 1895 JImaguayu Constitution of Cuba. Unang uri ng imitasyon. Ito ba ang maipagmamalaki? Na ang mga Pilipino ay magaling at &lt;i style=""&gt;creative&lt;/i&gt; sa pagkopya sa mga produkto ng iba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Kung sanang noong una pa lang ay ipinakita na nila ang tunay na kulay ng Republika ng Malolos, disin sana’y hindi na natin pa kailangang isipin ngayon kung papaano nagsimula ang pagiging mahina ng ating bansa, ang kawalan natin ng sense of &lt;i style=""&gt;national identity&lt;/i&gt;. Ang kawalan ng &lt;i style=""&gt;nationality.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Bukod pa rito, maraming nagbuwis, naibuwis at ibinuwis na buhayy para lamang sa kasakiman ng mga nagtatag ng Republika ng Malolos. Ang konstitusiyon na ito ay ang isa sa mga naging dahilan kung bakit naging madali ang pagpapailalim natin sa mga Amerikano na hanggang ngayon ay ramdam pa rin ng Pilipinas. Ng bawat mamamayang Pilipino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Ngayong naging malinaw na kung ano talaga ang mga pinagdaanan o mga nangyari noon, kung paano ginustong bitawan ni Aguinaldo ang pagiging presidente ng isang bansa na nasa kalagitnaan ng krisis na kung tutuusin ay isa siya sa mga gumawa—ang kanyang kaduwagan—at ang kakulangan ng kanyang mga tagapagpayo dahil sana’y tinuruan na lamang siya kung paano unti-unting bitawan ang kapangayarihan ng hindi mabigla ang mga mamamayan at maghirap ang bansa at mailagay sa mga &lt;i style=""&gt;more capable hands&lt;/i&gt; ang dapat sana ay kinabukasan ng bansa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Nakakalungkot dahil noong nabasa ko ang artikulo &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;ni Dr.&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt; Guerrero, masyadong maraming mga “&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:City&gt; ganito” at “&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; ganyan” ang pumasok sa aking isip. Mga bagay na maari sanang nagawa upang iligtas ang ating&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;bansa mula sa mga nararanasan niya ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Hindi sa sinasabi kong lahat ng nangyayari ngayon ay resulta ng mga nangyari dati, ngunit, sa paikot na paraan ay parang ganoon na rin. Lahat ng bagay ay may pinag-ugatan, depende lang kung gaano ka kalalim hahanap ang magiging kasagutan. Halimbawa na rito ang pagiging kurakot ng mga opisyales, unang republika pa lamang ng Pilipinas, meron na. Mas harapan pa ang pangungurakot noon. Isang asenso ngayon, mas magaling magtago ng paraan ng pangungurakot ang mga opisyal—kahit na alam na naman ng mga tao. *evil laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Ang paggunita sa Republika ng Malolos ay katulad rin ng dapat &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; ay paggunita sa Edsa Dos. Ang argumento nga noon, kung ipagdiriwang ang Edsa II, para kanino? Eh ayaw na ng mga mamamayan kay Gloria. Kung ipagdiriwang pa rin siya, parang ipinagdiwang na rin na naging pangulo si PGMA. O kaya naman, parang ipinagdiwang na rin na natanggal sa pagkapangulo si Estrada o ipinagluluksa na nadaya siya mula sa kanyang posisyon ni Arroyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Mga ganitong panig ang ipinakikita ng sinulat &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;ni Dr.&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt; Guerrero. May kalayaan tayo. Ngunit ang tunay na kalayaan ay may basehan. Hindi kailangan isang magarbong kasinungalingan ang ipakalat ng mga may nais na magkaroon ng “maipagmamalaking kasaysayan.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Kung ano ka, ipakita mo. ‘Yun ang totoong pagmamalaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sto. Domingo, Rosalyn Mae P.&lt;br /&gt;2006-11360&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;BA Communication Research&lt;br /&gt;Kas1&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sir Jely A. 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/SNdpj6jGbdI/AAAAAAAAACI/2bu7F_Y40jc/s320/mulan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mulan on a Cultural Spotlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an avid Walt Disney fan. And one of my favorite movies is their Mulan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulan is about the Chinese girl living in a world full of restrictions where everything she does reflects the name of her family. Set in an era where dynasties are still the ruling class, and where everyone must serve the emperor, “a man by bearing arms, a girl by bearing sons,” Mulan tries to break the norm by trying to uphold her family honor in a very unconventional way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this study, I will try to dissect and look between the lines of this story to uncover the cultural aspects underneath all the adventures and the trials of our heroine, making her seat under the cultural spotlight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theories at Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this application, three theories will be put into perspective as I delve into the cultural ideas scattered around the movie. These are the following: (1) Standpoint Theory, (2) Face Negotiation Theory, and (3) Feminism or Feminist Scholarship under the Modern Tradition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standpoint Theory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This theory is about how social groups within which we are located powerfully shape what we experience and know as well as how we understand and communicate with ourselves, others, and the world. In short, it talks about how society “gets into individuals”, or what they usually say “gets under our skin”, so that members of a culture share common understandings, patterns, and values.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it relates the relationship on how individuals come to understand and participate in that of a common (social) world. (Wood, 1997)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standpoint Theory will be used to analyze how Mulan tried to fit into the social world that she was born into and how she reacted to the social norms that her family instilled in her. Brief examples are like that of she, as the only child of Fa Zhou and Fa Li, as well as being a daughter, can only uphold her family’s honor by marrying good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Face Negotiation Theory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A theory by Stella Ting-Toomey and her colleagues, Face Negotiation Theory provides a basis for predicting how people will accomplish facework in different cultures. Facework being the communication behaviors people use to build and protect their own face, build, or threaten the face of another person. (Littlejohn &amp;amp; Foss, 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two primary variables that affect facework. The first is the individualism-collectivism culture which may be summarize into a “I-Identity” versus “We-Identity” relationship. Most people have feelings of both but within a given culture; one of these will usually predominate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be applicable in setting up the basis on how Mulan tried to escape the stereotyping of the value of a woman within a cultural community. How she tried to save the face of his family after she failed to impress the matchmaker who was supposed to be their key to a brighter future by joining the imperial army in place of his father after disguising herself as a man under the name “Ping.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Definition of Terms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face- one’s self image in the presence of others. Feelings of respect, honor, status, connection, loyalty, and other similar values; Means feeling good about yourself in whatever ways your culture prescribes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Facework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- as described above, this is the communication behaviors people use to build their own, or other person’s face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Locus of framework&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- whether it is directed at self of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Face valence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- whether a person’s actions are positive (defending, maintaining, or honoring one’s face) or negative (attacking).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temporality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- whether the communication is designed to prevent loss of face in the future or restore loss of face that has already happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preventive facework&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- involves communication designed to protect a person from feelings of threat to personal or group face. (e.g. “I know you are very busy, and I’m sorry to intrude, but…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Restorative facework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- designed to rebuild one’s face after an insulting to a friend in a moment of anger. (e.g. Fa Zhou talking about delayed blooms being more beautiful. “My, my, what beautiful blooms we have this year. But look, this one’s late. I bet when it blooms, it will be the most beautiful of all.”)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Self-construal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- one’s sense of independence or interdependence. (This variable is simply how you see yourself in relation to others.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feminism (Feminist Scholarship in the Modern Tradition)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This theory centers around two lines of inquiry. First is that feminism that primarily work for the social, political, and economic equality of the sexes—that seek for women to gain equal status with men within existing power structures. Second, feminisms that seek to dismantle restructure the social system to make it more emancipatory for men and women. (Littlejohn &amp;amp; Foss, 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, these can be seen as liberal and radical feminism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I analyze Mulan, I will focus more in the first line of inquiry since the story is set in a time where men are valued significantly more than women. And Mulan being our unconventional heroine, her strive for equality is dominant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Definition of Terms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liberal feminism&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- the idea that justice involves the assurance of equal rights for all individuals.&lt;br /&gt;Radical feminism- the oppression of women runs far deeper than political rights; the problem goes to the heart of our social structure, which is patriarchal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Feminist inquiry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- seeks to transform society rather than simply incorporate women’s voices within it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mulan on Spotlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first part of the movie, Mulan is seen as a girl who was given man chores but is expected to act modestly to attract a handsome man into marriage with the help of the “scarier than the undertaker” town’s matchmaker. Here, echoes of the Face Negotiation Theory and the Feminism under the Modern tradition are heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fa Zhou: &lt;em&gt;“Honorable Ancestors…please help Mulan impress the Matchmaker today. Please, please help her.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this dialogue, it can be seen that Fa Zhou, the father of Mulan and head of the Fa family, expects Mulan to strike a good match since she’s the only child they have, hence, she’s an only daughter, marrying is the only thing she can do for her family. Heard in this context, it can be seen that under the Feminism Theory, girls are regarded as of lower value than of boys shifting the status quo that the feminist scholarship is aiming for. Also, under the ideas of the Face Negotiating Theory, this passage highlights the need to build a collectivist type of face. In a collectivist type, the group face is given more acknowledgements. With respect to the movie, group face pertains to the honor of the Fa family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fa Zhou: Mulan. You should already be in town. We’re counting on you to…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mulan: Uphold the family honor. Don’t worry, Father. I won’t let you down. Wish me luck!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same can be said of the passage above. But in this one, Standpoint Theory also applies since based on what Mulan said, it can be deduce that she knows what she ought to do. Being raised under the culture where women are only good for marriage, our heroine already has certain knowledge on what she needs to do and tries to fulfill it by going on the usual “ceremonies”. It is the personification of what the phrase “gets into individuals” means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Woman #2: Wait and see, when we’re through&lt;br /&gt;Woman #3: Boys will gladly go to war for you&lt;br /&gt;Woman #2: With good fortune&lt;br /&gt;Woman #3: And a great hairdo&lt;br /&gt;Both: You’ll bring honor to us all.&lt;br /&gt;A girl can bring her family&lt;br /&gt;Great Honor in one way&lt;br /&gt;By striking a good match&lt;br /&gt;And this might be the day&lt;br /&gt;Woman #4: Men want girls with good taste&lt;br /&gt;Woman #5: Calm&lt;br /&gt;Fa Li: Obedient&lt;br /&gt;Woman #5: Who works fast-paced&lt;br /&gt;Fa Li: With good breeding&lt;br /&gt;Woman #5: And a tiny waist&lt;br /&gt;All: You’ll bring honor to us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Again, the voices of unequal regards for men and women. In this part, men are seen as great people who need to be pampered so their wives should be submissive and industrious when it comes to family matters. Plus, with the aid of the Face Negotiating Theory, the need for group face is always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the part after Mulan was rejected and insulted by the Matchmaker and she was “self-meditating” in the form of the song “Reflection”, it can be said that Mulan is somewhat trying to break free from the holds their culture have in her. Since they are under a collectivist culture, she is trying to redeem her face in an individualistic way of self-construal but is still conscious of the collective implications of her actions. This is what was addressed in the first part where it said that most people may feel both individualism and collectivism. But in the end, one still predominates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is true. Even though Mulan wanted to do things her own way, she still thought of how her family’s honor may be endangered by her not marrying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, when the imperial proclamations about China needing more soldiers with her father willing to sacrifice his life for his country (again a version of collectivist facework, as well as a point in the Standpoint Theory where people act with respect to how their culture cultivated them), Mulan’s collectivist side was forgotten making her go in place of Fa Zhou in disguised of a man. But when she was already in the Moo-Shung Camp and was engaged in havoc with other soldiers-to-be, she was faced with the dilemma that centers on how she will act equally with “disgusting” men. Under the feminist context, this is an idea that needs a lot of effort to be attained. So, started her not-so-good days at the camp where her vulnerability was highlighted until such time that she was able to do what the other men weren’t able to; making her, as Ping, a “star” of the group and thus restoring her individual face as well as her family’s (since she was pretending to be the son of Fa Zhou, whom Chi Fu, the royal “overseer” deemed as a “lunatic”).&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, when they were supposed to be going to the Pass where the General was supposed to be staying guard against the Huns, the song that the soldiers were singing also depicts inequality, and how the culture views a man and wife relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a long time we've been marching off to battle.In our thundering herd, we feel a lot like cattle.Like the pounding beat, our aching feet aren't easy to ignore.Hey! Think of instead, a girl worth fighting for!Huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's what I said! A girl worth fighting for!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want her paler than the moon, with eyes that shine like stars.My girl will marvel at my strength, adore my battle scars!I couldn't care less what she'll wear, or what she looks like!It all depends on what she cooks like!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beef, pork, chicken, mmm ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bet the local girls thought you were quite the charmer!And I bet the ladies love a man in armor!You can guess what we have missed the mostSince we went off to war!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do we want?A girl worth fighting for!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My girl will think I have no flawsThat I'm a major findHow 'bout a girl who's got a brain, who always speaks her mind?Nah!My manly ways and turn of phrase and sure to thrill her!He thinks he's such a lady-killer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've a girl back home who's unlike any other!Yeah, the only girl who'd love him is his mother!But when we come home, in victoryThey'll line up at the door!&lt;br /&gt;What do we want?A girl worth fighting for!Wish that I hadA girl worth fighting for!A girl worth fighting--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the passage above, the ones highlighted in blue are the cultural norms that are being established in the setting of the story that Mulan is trying to shatter. The ones highlighted in pink are actually the lines Mulan contributed to the song, which are, as it is seen, rejected by her comrades because that their way of thinking is boxed into what their culture dictated on them eversince. Feministic views are also touched in these areas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the encounter with the Huns, where Mulan, as Ping, saved the day with her suave strategies as well as Shang, but was wounded in the course, and our heroine’s identity is revealed, instantly, the lost of face was obvious as well as the cultural perceptions (that she needs to be killed because of her treachery) and the inequality (women cannot fight). All three theories combined in a way that everything seems to matter in such a way that affects both the Fa family’s honor as well as Mulan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left in the mountains, Mulan decided to just go home and restore her face that is damaged by the insults Shang, Chi Fu, and the other soldiers inflicted in her (face valence: attacking) but then she accidentally learned that the Huns are still alive and are headed to the palace. Mulan being Mulan—removed from the context of her collective culture—thought that it would be a better plan to head to the Imperial City first and divulge what she has learned to protect the emperor. But when she was already there, no one wanted to believe her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mulan: The Huns are here!&lt;br /&gt;Man: eh!&lt;br /&gt;Mulan: (to Mushu) No one will listen!&lt;br /&gt;Mushu: huh? Oh, I’m sorry, did you say something?&lt;br /&gt;Mulan: Mushu…&lt;br /&gt;Mushu: Hey, you’re a girl again, remember? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The passage above demonstrates how women are regarded in that particular setting. But then again, because of the real friends Mulan has made during the camp training, someone finally believed her and thus they were able to save the emperor. And by doing so, the feminist idealism that Mulan went so hard to achieved is given permission in a way that the emperor bowed to her and asked her to be a part of his council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, not only was her family’s honor redeemed, she also brought honor in a way that defies the culture in which she was shaped and broke the perceptions about the issue of equality between men and women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sto. Domingo, Rosalyn Mae P. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;06-11360 2nd year BA CommRes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Comm 140 _ Dr. Paz Diaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Application 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;REFERENCES:&lt;br /&gt;Littlejohn, Stephen and Karen Foss. Human Communication, 8th ed., 2005.&lt;br /&gt;Wood, Julia. Communication Theories in Action: An Introduction, 1997.&lt;br /&gt;Mulan Script. Retrieved: September 16, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;URL: http://www.fpx.de/fp/Disney/Scripts/Mulan.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-8715785659561254530?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8715785659561254530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=8715785659561254530&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/8715785659561254530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/8715785659561254530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2008/09/mulan-on-cultural-spotlight.html' title='Mulan on a Cultural Spotlight'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/SNdpj6jGbdI/AAAAAAAAACI/2bu7F_Y40jc/s72-c/mulan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-7541572240932500908</id><published>2008-09-18T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:26:53.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><title type='text'>Vampires: Fiends of the Humanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Vampires: Fiends of the Humanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;An Analysis on How Media Presents Vampires to the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;With Anne Rice’s The Interview with the Vampire and The Vampire Lestat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;by Sto. Domingo, Rosalyn Mae P.&lt;br /&gt;06-11360  BA CommRes&lt;br /&gt;Submitted to Comm 140 1st sem 07-08 Dr. Paz Diaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Vampires are immortal creatures dubbed to be “undead” that sustains their immortality by drinking human blood. This is how the world views these “children of the night.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    But then again, that is only the most general concept often integrated with the word vampire. From Bram Stoker’s Count Dracula to Anne Rice’s The Vampire Chronicles and New Tales of the Vampires, these blood-sucking creatures have been described in a lot of different ways that often creates puzzles for the humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    In this simple analysis, I will be delving in the different ways these vampires are embedded to the mind of humans with respect to their culture. And to do this, I’ll be focusing more with Anne Rice’s vampires versus the “common vampires” with the help of Social Action Media Studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Social Action Media Studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    A theory by Gerard Schoening and James Anderson, this talks about how media content is interpreted within the community according to meanings that worked out socially within the group, and individuals are influenced more by their peers than media. (Littlejohn, 2005: page 282) A community –based approach, this theory is outlined into six premises: (1) meaning is not the message itself but is produced by an interpretative process in the audience, (2) meaning of media messages and programs is not determined passively, but produced actively by audiences, (3) meanings of media shift constantly as the members approach the media in different ways, (4) meaning of a program or message is never individually established, but communal, (5) actions that determines a group’s meaning’s for media content are done in interaction among members of the group, and lastly, (6) researchers join the communities they study, if only temporarily, and therefore have an ethical obligation to be open about what they are studying and share what they learn with those studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    Comes with these ideas is the “increasingly popular way of approaching media which is to think of the audience as numerous interpretative communities, each with its own meanings for what is read, viewed,  or heard.” (Littlejohn and Foss, 2005: page 282)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    An interpretative community when a group of people starts to develop their own meaning of things viewed, seen, or heard. They have common understanding of contents that sets a common outcome of ideas. Thus, if one is to know or understand how a community views things, you have to know their cultural background. Any person may be a member of any interpretative communities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    Thomas Lindlof presents three dimensions of an interpretative community. The first is content, which says that a community must share the same meanings of the media messages or programs they consume and also share some common meanings of the content. The second is interpretation, where members of the community must share similar ways of interpreting messages but do not necessarily share the same meaning. And finally, the third, is social action, where members of the community share common sets of behaviors towards the media in question and how the media affects them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    With this theory, I’ll analyze how different people view vampires according to how the media presents them. There will be two media used, one is print (The Vampire Lestat) and the second is from the big-screen, the movie Interview with the Vampire compared with the general perceptions and the ancient presentation of Bram Stoker’s Count Dracula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Interviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    Before I set out to collect different sources about how media presents vampires, I conducted some ambush interviews about how my peers view vampires and why. Following are some excerpts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    Q: So what comes to your mind when you hear the word vampire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    A: Hindi ba yung sumisipsip ng dugo? Yung katulad nung Dracula…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    (Aren’t those the blood suckers? Like that of Dracula…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    Q: Ahmm... So how do you think they survive? I mean in the sense of population.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    A: Kapag kinagat ka nila. ‘Di ba vampire ka na nun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    (When they already bit you. You’re already a vampire then, aren’t you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    Q: How can you say so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    A: Wala. Sa tv tsaka sa books ‘di ba. Ganun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    (Nothing. In the television, or books. That’s how.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    In this particular interview, the interviewee was not really exposed to vampiric talks or media. Her only basis was the general perception of people to this specific topic and thus she was considered an audience from the community who bears no care for the topic at hand. The meaning then of the word vampire to her, is as simple as the phrase blood-suckers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    In the second one, another one who was not as versed with the topic as the first was interviewed. Same questions were issued and the following were her answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    (Q1) A: Ahmm… Yung parang kay Mary Tudor ‘yun ‘di ba? Yung tinawag na Bloody Mary kasi nagpapapatay ng mga protestants. If I’m not mistaken, impaler ata tawag dun.. Siyempre pati na rin yung kay Dracula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    (Q2) A: I think pwede naman silang manganak…I mean, sa Dracula, they can have sex, so maybe they can also procreate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    (Q3) A: Wala, yung Dracula nga. Tsaka when I  read kasi history books, especially that of Europe, medyo lumalabas yung word na vampire. Yun lang talaga yung alam ko since I don’t read anything about vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Using the first premise, I can then conclude that the audience in the first interview interprets the message in a simple way different from that of the second one who was also lacking in education about the topic of vampires who integrates the word vampire to that of impaler and of course, Dracula. The most striking difference is that the second one seems to have more logical explanation about the word by connecting it to the violence in history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Count Dracula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    Count Dracula, a character given life by Bram Stoker, is supposed to have been from 15th century Transylvania; a tyrant noble with the name of Vlad III Dracula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    He is known to be the Prince of Darkness, the very first vampire. He can transform into a bat or a clouds of bat, a rat or a swarm of rats, a wolf, or mist. He can control the minds of his victims by putting then into a trance so they bide his will. He will either kill you by sucking your blood or make you into a vampire yourself in the same way. He is supposed to be a thousand years old for he is immortal, although there are some ways in which he can be stopped or even killed. These are (1) he cannot cross over running water, (2) he cannot abide the smell of garlic, (3) he cannot touch holy water or bear the sight of the cross, (4) he cannot enter a house unless invited, (5) he cannot leave his lair at daytime because sunlight (or even a big blaze) may burn him, (6) you can find him in his coffin and while he is sleeping, drive a wooden stake through his heart and cut of his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    These are the characteristics known to people today. The basics about a vampire. And this is generally how interpretative communities view vampires. Under the first dimension of interpretative communities, this is the content—meaning—people share about the concept of vampire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The Vampire Lestat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;     The Vampire Lestat, the Brat Prince of the Vampires, a character from the book of Anne Rice, is an 18th century French noble who was turned into a vampire by force. A fledgling (vampire child) of Magnus, a 300 year-old vampire, who after creating him jumped into a big blaze and ended his immortal life, Lestat de Lioncourt described himself as “almost human” in a way that he still looks the same as he did when he died as a mortal and joined the realm of the undead only that, he never changed physically after that, but instead just grew more white in complexion, almost translucent. The only thing that usually signals that he is a vampire is that his fingernails are like carved from glass that they shine inhumanly. And this description works for all of their kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    Like Count Dracula though, they are immortals and really feed on human blood and sleep in coffins, if they like. Out of all the descriptions connected with the mythological Count those were their only distinct similarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    They don’t turn into bats or the likes. They do not have familiars. They can go inside the church, touch the cross, and even pray the prayers of the devotees, and still they wouldn’t burn. They cannot die just because of a stake through the heart and a head cutoff. And Dracula, in this novel, is not their eldest vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    Anne Rice, creating her own legendary vampires created a new definition of the occult word vampire in her novel, specifically this. This is how her media described our human fiends. And her readers used these meanings/descriptions when asked about vampires. Under the first premise, they are the interpretative community who has their own shared interest as well as common meanings. In this case, their common meaning is Anne Rice’s novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    And their social action media studies premise falls under the fourth one since the tradition the group has is that they are all fans of Anne Rice as well as vampire enthusiast, and therefore, they are already removed from the Dracula Days and now under the interpretations of Anne Rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Interview With The Vampire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    Interview with the vampire is a novel by Anne rice that was adapted into a movie. In this paper, we’ll focus more on the movie, rather than the novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    The movie talks about vampires the same way The Vampire Lestat did since it was based on another Anne Rice novel, but, in respect to the media message, it was taken in different ways by different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    The first one I interviewed is a boy of seven who has seen the film. He said that he knows vampires are only shaped from the imagination and thus he doesn’t believe they exist but he believes the ways on how these creatures were presented in the movie. I asked him if he knows how a vampire is made, believing he would explain the “Dracula way,” but then he explained it to me in this way: “Una, sisipsipin muna yung dugo mo tapos pag konti na lang yung dugo mo, kakagatin nila yung kamay nila tapos ipapainom sa’yo yung dugo nila. Tapos nun, vampire ka na.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    That was exactly how it was shown in the film and that was how he presented the information to me. When I asked him how come he knows such things, he said it was because his sister is a vampire. Fancy that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    This particular interview, the premise at work is the fifth one, where a group’s meaning for media content are done in interaction among members of the community. In this particular part, the community is the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    The second interview was of the sister of the first interviewee, (she’s not a vampire, just a fan) she answered the same way her brother answered the questions I poured at them but in the last part of the interview, she said that actually, she is quite confused in a way that, in Anne Rice’s series’ says that vampires cannot reproduce the way human do because they are already dead. But in other books, general resources, they speak another different thing. And these things confuse her view of the vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    After talking to her, I realized that she was already making an active acceptance to the media messages she received. Thus, her reaction proved premise one and two where meaning is not in the message itself but produced through an interpretative process in the audience and that meaning of media messages and programs are not determined passively, but rather, actively by the audience—that audience actually do something with what they view or read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Vampires Questionable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After conducting these series of analysis, I’ve come to the conclusion that vampires are viewed in different ways by humans. It depends on how they react to the messages being given to them and to how their already composed meanings of these topics affect their interpretation. But even though a lot of factors turns this vampiric topics into a subjective ones, it ends with what the audience choose to do with the facts they are given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;REFERENCES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Littlejohn, Stephen and Karen Foss, Theories on Human Communication, 8th ed. 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rice, Anne. The Vampire Lestat. 1984&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(movie) Interview With the Vampire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;K-Zone October 2003, Vol. 2 No.2: pp. 38-41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-7541572240932500908?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7541572240932500908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=7541572240932500908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/7541572240932500908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/7541572240932500908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2008/09/vampires-fiends-of-humanity.html' title='Vampires: Fiends of the Humanity'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-5451993738868810963</id><published>2008-09-18T01:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:21:44.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kilusang kababaihan'/><title type='text'>Kilusang Kababaihan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Introduksyon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kasumpa-sumpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; ang maging babae sa panahong ito.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-Ruth Elynia S. Mabanglo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayon sa tula ni Ruth Mabanglo, kusumpa-sumpa ang maging babae dahil hanggang ngayon, nakukulong pa rin ang mga babae sa nakaraang depenisyon na ito ay mahina. Isang babasaging kristal na sa kakaunting pagpapabaya ay maaaring mabasag o masira. At dahil rito, ayon sa matandang paniniwala, bilang isang dalaga, ang isang babae ay nasa pangangalaga ng kanyang ama at mga kapatid na lalaki hanggang sa ito’y mag-asawa at ang pangangalaga ay malilipat sa esposo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang matandang paniniwala patungkol sa babae sa Pilipinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit hindi ganito mula sa simula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pahanong Pre-hispaniko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bago pa dumating ang mga Espanyol sa Pilipinas, may parting ginagampanan ang mga babae sa lipunan. Sa mga panahong ito, ang babae ay kapantay ng lalake. Sa isang pamilya, ang karapatan ng anak na babae ay kapantay ng sa anak na lalake—kasama na rito ang partihan sa mana. Bukod pa riyan, ang babae ay may karapatang magkamit ng karangalan at posisyon sa lipunan. At kung siya ay solong anak, may karapatan siyang magmana at mamuno bilang tagapagmana ng pamilya. (Subido, 1989: pahina 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pagmamay-ari ng bahay, karapatang ipasawalang-bisa ang kanyang kasal, at magboses ng opinion ay parte rin ng kakayahan ng isang babae bago pa man dumating ang mga Espanyol sa ating bansa. Maging sa kanyang pananamit, walang limitasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Panahon ng Espanyol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ngunit nang dumating ang mga mananakop, ang Pilipinas ay napuno ng mga batas ng kodigong Sibil at kodigo ng Komersyo kung saan bumaba ang estado ng babae dahil pinag-ibayo ng mga bagong batas na ito ang pagtingin sa babae. Mas mababa na ang estado nito sa ngayon. Nawala na ang mga dating karapatan na naglalagay sa babae sa parehong pwesto tulad ng kanyang kapatid na lalaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hindi na rin siya pwedeng magsuot ng mga damit na ayon sa mga Espanyol ay “malaswa” at “mula sa demonyo.” Nawala na rin ang kakayahan nitong makapag-aral, makapagbigay ng opinyon sa mga usaping pambayan, maging ang kanyang kakayahang mamuno ay wala na.&lt;br /&gt;    Sa isang iglap, ang babae ay naging isang nilalang na hindi nakikita sa lipunan. Isang nilalang na nasa bahay lang mula pagkabata. At kapag nag-asawa, kailangan nitong sundin ang lahat ng luho ng kanyang esposo kung hindi ay isa iyong malaking kasalanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Maging ang Katoliko Romano, mas lalong pinagtibay ang kawalang ng bokasyon ng isang babae sa panahon na iyon. Malimit lamang ang mga babaeng talagang lumalaban sa sistema tulad nina Melchora Aquino o Tandang Sora, Gabriella Silang at iba pang mga anak ng katipunan.&lt;br /&gt;    Ngunit lahat ng mga kalayaang tinatamasa nila ay naabot lamang nila kapalit ng kanilang pagiging  kalaban ng lipunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Panahon ng mga Amerikano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Nang dumating ang mga Amerikano sa Pilipinas, muli ay nabigyang laya ang mga kababaihan. Dahil sa libreng edukasyon noon ng mga Amerikano, maging ang mga kababaihan na noong panahon ng mga Espanyol ay mga dasal at kasulatan lamang na pang-simbahan ang alam ay  nakapag-aral. Nagkaroon din sila ng karapatan makaboto at ilabas ang kanilang saloobin sa lipunan at mga bulok na sistema. Muli ay nakamit nila ang kalayaan na ipinagkait sa kanila ng lagpas tatlong siglo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Lahat ng mga kalayaan na ibinigay sa ng mga Amerikano ay kanilang ginamit na lubusan upang mabawi ang kanilang karapatang pampolitikal, pangsibil, pang-ekonomiko, at pang-sosyal na parehong kalagayan nila sa mga kalalakihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ngunit ang kalayaan na ito ay panlabas na anyo lamang ng mga kababaihan dahil kahit na bukas na ulit para sa kanila ang lipunan, ang mga maliliit na institusyon ay hindi pa. Tulad na lang sa loob ng pamilya, maraming babae pa rin ang ikinukulong sa bahay pagkat ang kinikilala nilang depinisyon ng pagiging babae ay ang panganganak, pag-aalaga ng anak at paglilingkod sa asawa. Sa bandang huli, ang karapatan nilang magaral ay napupunta lamang sa pagiging isang may-bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Panahon ng Hapon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Nang salakaying ng mga hapon ang Pilipinas, muli ay nawala ang kalayan ng mga kababaihan at sa halip ay lalo silang natapon sa kamay ng mga kalalakihan. Nagkaroon ng mga comfort women na ang naging papel ay maging taga-aliw ng mga sundalong hapon. Kahit na gipit noong panahon na iyon ang lahat ng mga Pilipino, mas matindi ang sinapit ng mga babae dahil sapilitian silang ginagawang  laruan ng mga hapon. Hindi lamang upang tugunan ang kanilang makamundong sidhi ngunit para na rin yurakan ang dignidad ng mga Pilipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “Kaya nila ginawa ‘yon dahil alam nila na mas masasaktan ang mga Pilipino dahil hindi lamang ang mga babae ang dinudungisan kundi pati na rin ang buong sambayanang Pilipino dahil ang babae ang nanganganak,” sabi ng isang mag-aaral ng Hum1 nang pinag-uusapan ang dahilan kung bakit nagkaroon ng mga comfort women matapos basahin ang autobiography ni Rosa Henson, dating naging comfort woman noong panahon ng Hapon sa lalawigan ng Pampanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Isa lamang ito sa mga naging kasakitan ng mga kababaihan noong panahon na iyon. Marami pang iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Babae sa kanyang paglaya sa tanikala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Dahil sa mga sinapit na ito ng mga kababaihan, mas lalong naging masidhi ang pagnanais na makawala sa tanikala na tila nakatali sa kanilang pagkatao. Dito nag-ugat ang Kilusang Kababaihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ngunit kung tutuusin, matagal ng nagsimula ito noon pang panahon ng mga Espanyol, ngunit nabigyan lamang sila ng boses, noong  1905.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kilusang Kababaihan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Depinisyon at Kasaysayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ang kilusang kababaihan ay ang mga political, social, and cultural movements na nababatay sa mga teorya at  pilosopiyang moral na may kinalaman sa mga usapin patungkol sa hindi pagkakapantay ng lalaki at babae, at mga diskriminasyon sa babae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ayon sa ilang kasulatan, ang pangkalahatang kilusang kababaihan ay may tatlong yugto.  Ang una ay noong ikalabing-siyam na siglo hanggang sa mga  unang bahagi ng  ikadalawampung siglo, ang ikalawa naman ay noong  1960s hanggang 1970s, at ang huli ay mula 1990s magpasahanggang ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ang unang yugto ay nag-ugat sa United Kingdom at United States patungkol sa mga isyu ng equal rights sa mga kontrata at mga pag-aari ng isang babae at ang pag-ayaw nito sa isang pilit na kasal, gayun na rin ng pag-aari ng asawang lalaki sa asawang babae. Ngunit sa bangdang katapusan ng ikalabing-siyam na siglo, natuon sa mga karapatang political ang kilusang kababaihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ang ikalawang yugto naman, tulad ng nauna ng nasabi ay nagsimula noong mga unang bahagi ng 1960s at nagtapos mga huling bahagi ng 1980s. Tungkol ito sa  mga kultural at political na pag-aalsa ng mga kababaihan. Kung ang unang yugto ay tumutukoy sa  mga paghihirap ng mga kababaihan, ang pinatutungkulan naman nito ay ang hindi pagkakapantay-pantay ng babae at lalaki at ang katapusan ng diskrminasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ang ikatlong yugto naman ay nagsimula mga unang taon ng 1990s bilang isang tugon sa mga hindi nagtagumpay nalayon  ng ikalawang yugto ng kilusang kababaihan. Naghahangad ito na talunin ang dating depinisyon ng feminismo o femininity na ayon sa mga advocate ng ikatlong yugto ng kilusan ay sobrang istrikto at ideyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feminismo sa Pilipinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ang kilusang kababaihan ay isang kilusang nananawagan hindi lamang sa pagpapalaya ng kasarian mula sa pagsasamantala at pang-aapi sa lipunan kundi pati na rin sa pambansang pagpapalaya. (Kalagin ang ating tanikala: batayan kurso sa kalagayan at pakikibaka ng kababaihang Pilipino: pahina 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sa pamamagitan ng kilusang ito, nasisigurong mayroong behikulo para sa pakikipaglaban para sa mga isyung kinasasangkutan ng mga babae sa lipunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upang maisulong ang paglaya, partikular na ginagawa ng kilusan ang paglaban sa mga institusyon ng lipunan na nagsusulong sa sistema na patriarka—mula sa estado, negosyo, simbahan, paaralan, masmidya hanggang sa pamilya. Ang mga istitusong ito kasi ang higit na nagsasadlak sa mga babae sa mababang posisyon sa lipunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ating bansa, mayroong iba’t ibang klasae ng kilusang kababaihan. Ayon sa nabanggit na libro, mayroong tatlong katangian na dapat taglayin ang mga ito upang ganap na makilalang kilusang kababaihan. Ito ay ang mga sumusunod:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa dapat itong kilusang nakapaloob sa kabubuang kilusan para sa pagpapalaya ng bayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga, ang usapin ng paglaya ng mga kababaihan, kailanman ay hindi maaaring ihiwalay sa usapin ng paglaya ng bansa mismo. Kasi naman, hangga’t hindi pa napapalaya ang bayan mula sa kuko ng imperyalismo, pyudalismo, at burukrata kapitalismo, hinding-hindi rin lalaya at magkakaroon ng pantay na katayuan sa mga kalalakihan ang mga kababaihan. Ang mga salot na ito sa lipunan ay pawang mga nagiging daan sa pagpapaigting ng pang-aaping ating nararanasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikalawa, isa dapat itong kilusang masa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag sinabing masa, kadalasan sila ang mga nakararaming api sa lipuan. Mainam na sila ang mamuno sa kilusan upang matiyak higit na pagpupursigi upang makamit ang pangunahing layunin ng paglaya. Kumpara kasi sa mga nabibilang sa nakatataas na antas ng kabuhayan, mas nararamdaman ng masa ang pagsasamantala at pang-aalipusta. Kaya naman masasabi na sila ang pinaka-naghahangad ng pagkalag mula sa tanikalang ng pang-aapi at pagsasamantala ng naghaharing uri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikatlo, isa dapat itong militanteng kilusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upang makamit ang inaasam na pagbabago sa lipunan, kinakailangan na isantabi ang pagiging pasibo at kimi; sa halip, dapat ay maging matapang at mapangahas na makibaka para sa mga karaingan at karapatan. Walang mangyayari sa kasalukuyan kalagayan kung hindi magbubuklod ng lakas at sama-samang sa aktibong paglaban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakasaad din sa libro ang mga tungkuling dapat gampanan ng isang kilusang kababaihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Maramihang palahukin ang mga kababaihan sa mga pakikibaka ng sambayanan at ng iba’t ibang sektoral na kilusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa mga isinasagawang pagkilos ng mga kababaihan, dalawa sa kanilang mga isinusulong ang kaagad-agad na natatamo: ang pagpapalakas sa kanilang pakikibaka sa bayan, at ang pagsulong ng kanilang kalayaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Itaguyod ang mga karapatan at kagalingan ng kababaihan, sa larangan ng ekonomiya, pulitika, at kultura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa larangan ng ekonomiya, nararapat lamang na isulong ang mga karapatan ng mga kababaihan tulad ng karapatan para sa mahusay at makataong empleyo, karampatang bayad na pantay sa kalalakihan para sa parehon trabaho., pantay na access sa mga resources, at pantay na oportunidad. Dapat na tutulan ang gender-strereotyping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pulitika, karapatan ng mga kababaihang magkaroon gn wastong representasyon sa iba’t ibang institusyon sa lipunan. Ang mga ito ang magsisilbing boses ng nakararami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kultura, kinakailangang suportahan ng estado ang demokratisasyon sa pamilya upang mapagaan na ang pasanin ng mga kababaihan pagdating sa bahay, at nang mabago na rin ang naging tradisyunal na palakad sa pamilyang Pilipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pangalagaan ang kagalingan ng mga bata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi dapat na maging solong responsibilidad ng mga babae ang pagtataguyod sa kanilang mga anak. Tuwing nangyayari kasi ito, patuloy silang natatali sa bahay at nalilimitahan ang kanilang partisipasyon sa lipunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Makipagkaisa sa mga kababaihan sa iba’t ibang panig ng daigdig para labanan ang pang-aapi sa kababaihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung mayroong pagkakaisa, mas mapapadali ang pagtamo sa layuning paglaya. Basta ba unahin lamang ang pagkakaisa nila laban  sa pangunahing salot—ang imperyalismo. Ito kasi ang pinakanagsasadlak sa mga kababaihan sa ibayong kahirapan at karahasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabanggit din sa Kalagin ang ating tanikala: batayang kurso sa kalagayan at pakikibaka ng kababaihang Pilipino ang mga pangunahing gawain ng kilusang kababaihan. Napakarami ng mga gampanin ng mga kilusang kababaihan tungo sa pagsusulong ng pakikibaka at paglaya ng kababaihan. Bawat gawain ay mahalaga at nagbubukas ng iba’t ibang mga kasanayan para sa mga kababaihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     1. Edukasyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahalaga na mamulat ang mga kababaihan sa tunay na kalagayan nila sa buhay. Dapat nilang mabatid ito nang sa gayon ang kaalamang ito na ang magsilbing daan tungo sa kanilang paglaya. Sa oras na malaman na nila ang ganitong katotohanan, mag-uumpisa na ang unti-unting proseso ng pagbabago sa kanilang mga buhay. Magkakaroon na rin sa wakas ng panimulang pagkilos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    2. Pag-oorganisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ito ang nagsisilbing sandigang lakas ng kilusang kababaihan. Nakabatay ito sa uri. Mahalaga na tutukan o bigyang-pansin ang ang pag-oorganisa sa kababaihang anakpawis. Bagaman hindi ipinagbabawal na bumuo ng mga organisasyon na kinabibilangan ng mga kababaihan mula sa iba’t ibang uri ng pwersa sa lipunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Iba-iba ang anyo ng organisasyon ng mga kababaihan batay sa kani-kanilang mga pangangailangan o kalagayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    3. Kampanya at Pakikibakang Masa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Makikita ang lakas ng mga kababaihan base sa kanilang mga ginagawang aktibong pagkilos.&lt;br /&gt;Kampanya—serye ng mga pagkilos na isinasagawa ng masa upang ipaglaban ang isyu o kahilingan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakikibakang masa—aktwal na pakikitunggali o paghamon ng masa sa mga kaaway sa uri upang maipagwagi ang ilang mga kahilingan o koneksyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     4. Propaganda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ay pagsasagawa ng malawakang pagbibigay-edukasyon sa publiko kaugnay ng mga usaping nakakaapekto sa mga kababaihan. Naipapalaganay ang impormasyon sa pamamagitan ng mas midya tulad ng radyo, pahayagan, sine, at telebisyon. Ngunit hindi maaaring lubusang umasa sa midya lalo na’t maraming impormasyon ang pinaghihigpit dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasabay ng pagpapalaganap ng impormasyon sa ganitong mga paraan, nararapat pa ring i-maintain ng organisasyon ang mga sarili niton daluyan ng impormasyon tulad ng kanilang pahayagan, manipesto, iskit, kulturang pagtatanghal at iba pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    5. Networking at Pakikipag-alyansa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Networking—pagbubukas ng pagkikipag-ugnayan sa mga organisasyon, institusyon, indibidwal para sa mga kadahilanan tulad na lamang ng pagpapalitan ng impormasyon o kaya naman ay pagpapadalo sa mga kumperensya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakikipag-alyansa—pakikipagkaisa sa mga organisasyon, institusyon, o indibidwal batay sa iisang pagtingin o pagposisyon sa mga isyung kababaihan o pambayan. Ito ay dapat lamang na nakabatay sa prinsipyo at hindi lang sa mga personal na dahilan o kahiyaan.&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga gawaing ito ang magsisilbing daan tungo sa paglawak ng hanay ng kilusang kababaihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Pakikibaka ng mga Kababaihan sa Malapyudal at Mala-kolonyal na Sistema&lt;br /&gt;Iba’t ibang kilusan ang naitatag upang matamo ng mga kababaihan ang kalayaan mula sa pang-aaping nararanasan. Nag-umpisang lumahok ang mga kababaihan sa pakikibaka ng masang Pilipino. Ilan lamang ang mga sumusunod sa mga kilusang ito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Makabayang kilusan ng Bagong Kababaihan o MAKIBAKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itinayo ang militante at rebolusyunaryog organisasyn na ito noong 1970. Ito ang kauna-unahang samahan ng mga kababaihan sa Pilipinas na malinaw na nagtataguyod hindi lamang ang pambansang kalayaan at demokrasya kundi pati na rin para sa naaaping uri. Bumuo rin ito ng mga programa para sa paglaya ng mga kababaihan. Ang mga miyembro nito ay pawang mga babaeng aktibista mula sa hanay ng kabataan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nililinaw nito ang isyu na bukod sa pagsasamantala ng mga dayuhan at ng naghaharing uri, dumaranas din ang masang kababaihan ng pagsasamantala dahil na rin sa kanilang kasarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kilusan ng Manggagawang Kababaihan o KMK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Binuo ang pambansang organisasyon na ito ng mga kababaihang manggagawa noong 1980. Isinusulong nila ang pagtatanggol sa kinasasadlakang pang-aapi ng mga babae sa larangan ng ekonomiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SAMAKANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Nabuo noong 1983, isa itong mulitsektoral na organisasyon ng mga kababaihan. Kalaunan, ito’y naging organisasyon ng mga kababaihan sa mga maralitang komunidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women for the Ouster of Marcos and Boycott o WOMB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ito’y bunga ng pag-oorganisa ng mga babae mula sa hanay ng mga petiburgesya. Hayagan nilang ipinapakita ang kanilang oposisyon sa diktadura noong panahon ni Marcos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Assembly Binding Women for Reforms, Integrity, Equality, Leadership and Action o mas kilala sa pangalang GABRIELA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Naitatag ito noong 1984. Isa itong pambansang koalisyon ng kababaihan mula sa iba’t ibang uri na lumalaban sa diktadurang Marcos. Noong 1986 naman, ang organisasyong ito ay naging sentrong pampulitika ng militanteng pagkilos ng kababaihang Pilipino para sa pambansang kalayaan, demokrasya at pagkakapantay-pantay ng babae at lalake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;AMIHAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ito’y isang pambansang pederasyon ng kababaihang magbubukid sa Pilipinas. Naitayo ito sa tulong na rin ng GABRIELA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Konklusyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lipunan talaga ang nagtatakda ng magiging papel ng babae o lalaki. Ito ang pangunahing nagtatakda ng  mga ikikilos nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noong simula, bago pa man tayo sakupin ng mga Kastila, ay mataas pa ang katayuan ng mga kababaihan sa lipunan. Kapantay pa sila ng mga kalalakihan. Ito ay dahil wala pang masyadong paghahati sa mga komunidad o basehan ng mga teritoryo sa kalakhan sa bansa. Nang dumating ang mga Espanyol ay naitatag ang lipunang kolonyal at piyudal na siyang nagpabago ng mga kasanayan o sistema sa ating bansa. Ito ay isa sa mga naging dahilan ng pagkakaroon ng pag-uuri –uri. Bunga nito, ang pagpapalaganap nila ng pagkakaroon ng mababa at sekundaryang posisyon ng mga kababaihan sa lipunan. Nabuo ang konsepto ng sistemang patriarka sa ating bansa. Patriarka ang sistemang hanggang sa ngayon ay nagbibigay pa rin ng  lamat sa kakayahan o pagkakakilanlan ng mga kababaihiang Pilipino. Sa pagsakop naman sa atin ng mga Amerikano, higit nila tayong nakontrol dahil sa paghahari ng imperyalismo. Ito ang higit na nagpasidhi sa pang-aapi sa mga kababaihang Pilipino kahit na nabigyan tayo ng laya na makapag-aral at magpartisipa sa mga gawaing panlipunan. Nagbigay ang kanilang mga direksyon ng huwad na kalayaan na hindi matutumbasan. Nang dahil sa sistemang kolonyal at malapyudal na kanilang ipinalaganap, lalong nagkaroon ng klarong hatian sa mga uri sa Pilipinas. Ang mahirap ay sadlak lalo sa kahirapan; ang mayaman ay ubod ng yaman; ang babae ay naging isang edukadang alipin ng kanyang asawa. Isang matinding pinsala naman ang idinulot ng pagsakop sa atin ng mga Hapones. Naging laganap ang panggagahasa at sekswal na pang-aabuso sa kababaihang Pilipino na hindi lamang sumira sa kanilang pagtingin sa sarili, kundi pati na sa harap ng ibang tao ay naging madungis ang anyo ng mga kababaihan. At hanggang sa kasalukuyan, patuloy pa rin ang paghahari ng sistemang patriarkal sa bansa na kahalo na ang iba pang pang-aapi ng iba pang mga nagdaang panahon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At upang ibawi ang dangal ng kababaihan, maraming mga kilusan ang umusbong upang tugunan ang mga hinaing na hindi napapansin at hindi pinapansin ng lipunan. Ito ang mga kilusang kababaihan na siyang nagbibigay ng suporta at naglulunsad ng mga  gawain upang matulungan ang mga Filipina na  magpahanggang sa ngayon ay alipin pa rin ng huwad na kalayaan, pang-aapi, at diskriminasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;“Kahit masugat –sugatan ang sarili,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Upag ang dugong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sa kabahagi lamang dumadaloy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Maglandas din sa isip at guni-guni.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ang Maging Babae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      Ruth Elynia S. Mabanglo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Kilusang Kababaihan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;A Term Paper for Fil 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizon, Lea Mae Patricia L.&lt;br /&gt;2006-13839&lt;br /&gt;Sto. Domingo, Rosalyn Mae P.&lt;br /&gt;2006- 11360&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Melania Abad&lt;br /&gt;University of the Philippines&lt;br /&gt;Diliman, Quezon City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIBLIYOGRAPIYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________ ., Kalagin ang ating tanikala: batayang kurso sa kalagayan at pakikibaka ng kababaihang Pilipino Quezon City : Center for Women's Resources, 1994&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azarcon, Pennie S., ed. Kamalayan: Feminist Writings in the Philippines. Quezon City : Pilipina, 1987.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camacho, Leonarda. 100 Centennial Celebration: Feminist Movement in the Philippines. [S.l.] : Printed by Vibal Pub. House, c2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernandez, Albina Peczon at Rosalinda Ofreneo. Kababaihan. Kalinangan. Kaunlaran: essays on women and culture. Quezon City : Forward Looking Women, 1990.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarrosa-Subido, Trinidad. The Feminist Movement in the Philippines. [Manila] : National Federation of Women's Clubs, [c1955]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ANG MAGING BABAE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ruth E. S. Mabanglo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kasumpa-sumpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ang maging babae sa panahong ito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Depinisyong pamana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ng nakaraa’t kasalukuyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Anong hinulma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ng pag-asam at pangangailangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ibukod pa ang basal na kalikasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ang tungkulin at kapaligiran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Isaalang-alang bilang halimbawa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ang maiambil sa babasaging kristals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mulang pagsilang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nagumon ang isip sa karupukan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Guwardiya ang bawat ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ng pagkabirhe’t kahihiyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Bawat kapatid na lalaki’y espiya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Asawa naman ang kandadong ikinakawit sa pinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tunguhin ka’t dahilan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ng di mabilang na bagay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kanin at pamulat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ng hangari’t paglingap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Anong pag-ibig o pagpapakasakit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Anong paglilingkod o pagtitiis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ikaw ang pundiya ng karsonsilyo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ang kurbata, maging ang burda sa panyo’t kamiseta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Susukatin ang ganda mo sa kama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ang talino’y sa pagkita ng pera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kumikita ang beer at sine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nagdidildil ka ng pills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tunay, ang maging babae sa panahong ito’y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Magiging kasumpa-sumpa lalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kung di babalikwas ang lahat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Matiim na magmumuni’t magsusuri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kahit masugat-sugatan ang sarili,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Upang ang dugong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sa kabahagi lamang dumadaloy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Maglandas din sa isip at guni-guni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-5451993738868810963?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5451993738868810963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=5451993738868810963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/5451993738868810963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/5451993738868810963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2008/09/kilusang-kababaihan.html' title='Kilusang Kababaihan'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-3174281724397570920</id><published>2008-02-28T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:19:43.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never Again'/><title type='text'>Never Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As I think of you now&lt;br /&gt;I know you’ll never&lt;br /&gt;Think of me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I murmur your name&lt;br /&gt;With my loving care&lt;br /&gt;I know you’ll never&lt;br /&gt;Say my name again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I break my heart&lt;br /&gt;By remembering you,&lt;br /&gt;My witnesses are the morning dew&lt;br /&gt;For I know you’ll never&lt;br /&gt;Break your heart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never Again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;26 February 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;R.M. Sto. Domingo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-3174281724397570920?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3174281724397570920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=3174281724397570920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/3174281724397570920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/3174281724397570920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2008/02/never-again.html' title='Never Again'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-2260451904890733096</id><published>2008-02-28T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:26:13.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On A Boat'/><title type='text'>On A Boat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinking&lt;br /&gt;Sinking&lt;br /&gt;Sinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinite sadness&lt;br /&gt;Infinite despair&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness—&lt;br /&gt;Beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stone&lt;br /&gt;Thrown on the&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;Slowly—desperate&lt;br /&gt;--sinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oblivion&lt;br /&gt;Waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Darkness from&lt;br /&gt;Within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;On A Boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;29 November 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;R.M.Sto. Domingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-2260451904890733096?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2260451904890733096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=2260451904890733096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/2260451904890733096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/2260451904890733096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-boat.html' title='On A Boat'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-5959146686039731008</id><published>2008-02-28T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:24:24.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain in Innocence'/><title type='text'>Pain in Innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pain etched&lt;br /&gt;In my soul&lt;br /&gt;On my soul&lt;br /&gt;I suffer this&lt;br /&gt;Ill-disposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain radiated&lt;br /&gt;In the whole of me&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted&lt;br /&gt;Unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;But in there—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a scalpel&lt;br /&gt;Nor a laser&lt;br /&gt;Can destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;No, indestructible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone&lt;br /&gt;Wretch my heart&lt;br /&gt;Away and save&lt;br /&gt;Me from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, a melody&lt;br /&gt;A chorus floating&lt;br /&gt;Indecisively—&lt;br /&gt;Unpatterend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing it&lt;br /&gt;This composition&lt;br /&gt;And set me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel wings&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the&lt;br /&gt;Casket door.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pain in Innocence&lt;br /&gt;29 November 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;R.M. Sto. Domingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-5959146686039731008?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5959146686039731008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=5959146686039731008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/5959146686039731008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/5959146686039731008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2008/02/pain-in-innocence.html' title='Pain in Innocence'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-1478727595056514061</id><published>2008-02-28T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:22:27.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We Are Us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not You And Me'/><title type='text'>We Are Us, Not You And Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You think I am now yours,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be myself again.&lt;br /&gt;That I’m all for you.&lt;br /&gt;And yourself for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you be so arrogant?&lt;br /&gt;So sure of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I am me.&lt;br /&gt;And you are just a part of me. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you a piece of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;A place just for you.&lt;br /&gt;But not my heart.&lt;br /&gt;No. just a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now come to me and hear.&lt;br /&gt;You are mine. A part of me.&lt;br /&gt;I am yours. A part of you.&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not you. You, not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;We Are Us, Not You And Me&lt;br /&gt;13 August 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;R.M. Sto. Domingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-1478727595056514061?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1478727595056514061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=1478727595056514061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/1478727595056514061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/1478727595056514061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-are-us-not-you-and-me.html' title='We Are Us, Not You And Me'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-6498215538198182947</id><published>2008-02-28T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:20:39.032-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Immortal'/><title type='text'>Immortal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You are my immortal image&lt;br /&gt;My life-long dream.&lt;br /&gt;When I’m with you,&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid, yet I’m secured.&lt;br /&gt;So embrace me now and&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Immortal&lt;br /&gt;13 August 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;R.M. Sto. Domingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-6498215538198182947?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6498215538198182947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=6498215538198182947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/6498215538198182947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/6498215538198182947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2008/02/immortal.html' title='Immortal'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-854625185713486258</id><published>2008-02-28T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:17:51.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words of Honor'/><title type='text'>Words of Honor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Stand firm&lt;br /&gt;On your words&lt;br /&gt;For me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hurt once.&lt;br /&gt;Too much.&lt;br /&gt;Too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot succumb&lt;br /&gt;For now.&lt;br /&gt;I was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s still there.&lt;br /&gt;Cutting me.&lt;br /&gt;Making me doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that.&lt;br /&gt;I told you.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Words of Honor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;04 July 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;R.M. Sto. Domingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-854625185713486258?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/854625185713486258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=854625185713486258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/854625185713486258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/854625185713486258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2008/02/words-of-honor.html' title='Words of Honor'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-7992752480783077997</id><published>2008-02-28T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:13:33.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiting in vain'/><title type='text'>Waiting in Vain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;The whish-whoosh of the wind&lt;br /&gt;Dominating the sound in my head.&lt;br /&gt;As I lay here picking the&lt;br /&gt;Dry grass where I lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my back aching and my but damp&lt;br /&gt;Silently praying the moment would&lt;br /&gt;Come when I’ll be able to stretch,&lt;br /&gt;And remove the clinging leaves on my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind is blowing harder now,&lt;br /&gt;With the blue sky now tinted with red.&lt;br /&gt;My neck stiff and my nose becoming runny.&lt;br /&gt;Little flying pests clinging above me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An electric current is running down&lt;br /&gt;My legs, so I shifted my position.&lt;br /&gt;But still, stubbornly holding my post,&lt;br /&gt;Red tint now turning into bluish gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sky finally turned into a fine dark blue&lt;br /&gt;With the winged-pests feasting on my red juice.&lt;br /&gt;I was forced to realize that it has been long due&lt;br /&gt;For me to have known what I ought to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, here I am, firm on my stand,&lt;br /&gt;Lying under the million diamonds&lt;br /&gt;Peeking through the tree’s toothy gap.&lt;br /&gt;My body aching; mosquitoes sucking my blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;R.M. Sto. Domingo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;19 July 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-7992752480783077997?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7992752480783077997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=7992752480783077997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/7992752480783077997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/7992752480783077997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2008/02/waiting-in-vain.html' title='Waiting in Vain'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-4303929280698637744</id><published>2008-02-26T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T09:19:27.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what we were'/><title type='text'>What We Were</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We never fought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And yet we said goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We always talk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And yet we never understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We always smile at each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And yet we never were happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We always give,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And yet we never share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So now that we're suddenly apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I realized we never really were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;What we thought we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;R.M. Sto. Domingo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;18 June 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-4303929280698637744?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4303929280698637744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=4303929280698637744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/4303929280698637744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/4303929280698637744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-we-were.html' title='What We Were'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-849341030991958239</id><published>2008-02-26T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T08:57:10.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuttering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fool'/><title type='text'>Sick, Fool and Stuttering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I c-could ne-e-ever be-e t-the oa-ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wh-whoo wi-will oh-always b-ee da-there ah-around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You-u, la-like s-she d-does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fo-for ah-I am-m b-busy eh-and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bo-born-n t-to th-think-k o-of ah-d-ther t-things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mo-mowre al-alluri-ring eh-and d-decep-p-tive-e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;D-than you-u ah-re; eh-and s-she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ah-I no-know, ee-s t-the oa-ne you-u'v-ve oh-always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lo-looked-ed fo-for ee-n ah-a w-woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;P-perfect fo-for da-the a-eyes ah-an ee-imperfect-th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ki-creature la-like m-me c-could ne-ev-er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gee-gain co-comp-parison t-to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;B-but the-then, whe-when ah-I th-think t-twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ah-bout c-came t-to t-the con-conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Whi-which me-made me-ee ah-ask t-the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que-question th-that me-ey fo-forever n-nag h-her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eh-and y-yet s-she wo-won't no-know t-the ahh-nswer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"C-can h-her ah-eyes t-talk w-when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you-u ah-re n-not li-listening-g?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;R.M. Sto. Domingo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;12 November 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-849341030991958239?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/849341030991958239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=849341030991958239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/849341030991958239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/849341030991958239'/><link 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hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/R7A7uTqsKWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Dq8_Q_WqO_s/s320/dnby3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/R7A7ujqsKXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/b0WqfG8nfms/s1600-h/mae-sp1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165694443628276082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/R7A7ujqsKXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/b0WqfG8nfms/s320/mae-sp1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/R7A7uzqsKYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0IXi1JafxZ0/s1600-h/kenshin42800bz6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165694447923243394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/R7A7uzqsKYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0IXi1JafxZ0/s320/kenshin42800bz6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/R7A7vDqsKZI/AAAAAAAAABA/mziJ5yAcIRQ/s1600-h/mae-sp4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165694452218210706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood +'/><title type='text'>blood aksed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where does one draws the line between love and hate? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it when one stumbles upon the heart and it gets broken?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When does love becomes hate? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it when you love too much and forget about yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;while, he, too, loves too much and forgets about you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it when you smile while your heart is bleeding &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because he smiles and his heart is not for you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When does hate becomes love? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it when anger is too much to bear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that the heart just can’t contain it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it bursts and turns into something not worth losing? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or is it when you nourish too much doubt in your heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that it suddenly breaks and eventually turns into ash and then is reborn?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is the cycle of love and hate worth crying over? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or does it make you sick and let you disintegrate into nothingness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~blackrose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-6217810480917550816?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6217810480917550816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=6217810480917550816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/6217810480917550816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/6217810480917550816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2008/02/blood-aksed.html' title='blood aksed'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-374581213914719392</id><published>2007-12-06T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T08:50:19.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature Destroyed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;(04 October 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;* a poem I made as a favor for Quicel B. Santos for her NSTP subject in UA(Pampanga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I slept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;while it's still bright outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I dreamt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;of a nice house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;in a well -known village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;in a prosperous town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;When i woke up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It was already dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;RM STO. DOMINGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;blackrose_kaito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;L kenshin 'o7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-374581213914719392?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/374581213914719392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=374581213914719392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/374581213914719392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/374581213914719392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/12/nature-destroyed.html' title='Nature Destroyed'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-8077217370576094312</id><published>2007-12-06T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T08:45:56.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(04 October 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;* a poem I wrote as a blog entry for CW10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I heard the song of the rooster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It was still dark outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I needed to get up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;RM STO. DOMINGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;blackrose_kaito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;L  kenshin 'o7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-8077217370576094312?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8077217370576094312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=8077217370576094312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/8077217370576094312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/8077217370576094312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/12/dawn.html' title='DAWN'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-9067454264285054739</id><published>2007-12-06T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T08:40:13.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACKROSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(02 October 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;* a poem I wrote as a blog entry for CW10 (J. Duque) &lt;1st&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A &lt;em&gt;rose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;was once perched on a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lively bush without care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;of the world for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the wind is always fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;that it doesn't damage her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;petals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;a storm came, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;with the howling wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and furious shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;that forever broken the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lovely rose stalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It died,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and became &lt;em&gt;black&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM STO. DOMINGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;blackrose_kaito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;L kenshin 'o7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-9067454264285054739?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/9067454264285054739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=9067454264285054739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/9067454264285054739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/9067454264285054739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/12/blackrose.html' title='BLACKROSE'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-1275263949086406414</id><published>2007-12-06T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T08:33:50.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa Pagsilay ng Umaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;(18 September 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;* tulang ipinasa para sa 2nd workshop sa UPWC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;  2nd revision of "Bukang Liwayway"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sa pagnulat ng aking mga mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;nakita ko ang araw na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Puno ng laya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Na unti-unting gumugising sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;kanyang higaang humahati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sa langit at lupa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Napapikit ako at muling naalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Ang malakas na ulan kahapon na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Nagdulot ng baha na nanalanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sa aking bakuran at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Halos sirain ang hardin ko ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Rosas na kinagigiliwan ng lahat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Binuksan kong muli ang aking mga mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Hindi pa rin ganap ang liwanag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Kung tutuusin ay nababalot pa ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Dilim ang aking kapaligiran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Hindi pa maaaninag ng aking paningin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Ang orasan sa may dingding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Magpagayon pa man, sinimulan ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Nang itupi ang aking pinaghigaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Ngunit sa kalagitnaan ng aking ginagawa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Umihip ang malamig na hangin na naghatid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Ng kilabot sa aking katawan, kasabay ng mabangong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Amoy ng inosente na mabilis ring lumisan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Muntik na kong mahiga ulit dahil sa lamig,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Ngunit nang mapadako sa labas ang aking paningin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;nakita 'kong halos kalat na ang liwanag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Oras na upang umpisahan ang araw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Gustuhin ko mang bumalik sa paghimbing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Lumipas na ang oras na 'yon ayon sa orasan sa dingding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;RM STO. DOMINGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;blackrose_kaito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;L kenshin 'o7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-1275263949086406414?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1275263949086406414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=1275263949086406414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/1275263949086406414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/1275263949086406414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/12/sa-pagsilay-ng-umaga.html' title='Sa Pagsilay ng Umaga'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-2825866614840736793</id><published>2007-12-06T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T08:23:17.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIDELITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;(18 September 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;* tulang ipinasa para sa MPs10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kalaro ko siya mula pagkabata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ang mga laro namin: tumbang preso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;patintero, lutu-lutuan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bahay-bahayan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sa bawat larong sinasalihan namin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Noon, palagi kaming magkasangga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sumpaan namin: "Walang iwanan!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;At buong puso naming sinusunod 'yon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kapag tumbang-preso ang laro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Gusto namin, partners ang taya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;kaya kapag taya siya, taya rin ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kung 'di naman, tulungan kami sa pagapapataob ng lata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sa patintero, magkasama kami sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Isang grupo, magkaagapay sa pang-a-out kapag taya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kami. Tuwing tumitira naman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tulungan sa panlalanse upang makaraan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sabay kami sa paghahandang mga kailangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Naming sangkap kapag lutu-lutuan ang laro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tapos ay ako ang magluluto, siya ang maghahain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;At 'pag kakain na, walang lamangan sa paghahati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ang pinakamasaya ay ang bahay-bahayan kung saan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ako ang ina, at siya naman ang ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Si Helen, ang aking manyika at si Olsen, ang kanyang robot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ang aming mga anak. Ako ang sa bahay, siya sa trabaho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hanggang ngayon ay kalaro ko pa rin siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;At nananatili pa rin ang aming sumpaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ngunit ngayon, bahay-bahayan na lamang ang laro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ako ang sa bahay, siya sa trabaho--may ibang kalaro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;RM STO.DOMINGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;blackrose_kaito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;L kenshin 'o7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-2825866614840736793?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2825866614840736793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=2825866614840736793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/2825866614840736793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/2825866614840736793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/12/fidelity.html' title='FIDELITY'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-4224954284296128924</id><published>2007-12-06T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T08:06:37.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;(14 September 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;* tulang ipinasa para sa MPs10 (1st yr/1st sem o6-o7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;isang araw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;when i passed by the lobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;one woman caught my pansin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;at bakit hindi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;mula sa malayo, i could already see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;her nagniningning na beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;na in the midst of the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ay namumukudtangi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;lalo pa't sinabayan pa niya ng sandals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;na pink; whose heels are three inches ang taas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ang kanya namang mapuputing mga binti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;hindi na halos matakpan ng kanyang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;faded maong skirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;na mini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;if you look naman at her belly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;kitang-kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ang kanyang pusod na may singsing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;na litaw sa kanyang sleeveless shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;na hanging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;at hapit na hapit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;and with prints pa, saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"i'm hot. and i'm single."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;in large block letters na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;kulay red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;na talagang striking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;gayong sa kanyang tabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;isang pang-close up na lalaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;and grabe kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;makatsansing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;RM STO. DOMINGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;blackrose_kaito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;L  kenshin 'o7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-4224954284296128924?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4224954284296128924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=4224954284296128924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/4224954284296128924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/4224954284296128924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/12/cono.html' title='CONO'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-6347769415122816498</id><published>2007-12-06T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T07:55:12.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa Puso ng Kahirapan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(27 February 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;* hango sa "Tundo may ay May Langit Din" ni Andrew Cristobal Cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;                       (kabanata VIII)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Katahimika'y pilit na inaaninag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sa gitna ng kasukalan, karimlang 'di natitinag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nangangarap na sa bawat hakbang ay mautag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mga salita ng tagumpay; nais maihayag---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bawat hakbang ay puno ng pag-aalinlangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Di mawari kung lahat ay may kahihinatnan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;lalo pa't napalilibutan ng mga karangyaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Na hindi maabot; mga abang kamay nahihirapan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Problema'y parang isang anino na mapilit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hindi ka iiwan hanggat inaabot ang nakakaakit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Na tropeyo ng tagumpay na walang makapalit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sapagkat nag-iisa lamang na pangarap mula ng maliit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;At ngayo'y unti-unti nang tumutupad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sa mga pangako sa sarili; ang tangkang paglipag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ngunit sa pagkampay ng mga pakapak; nais ilunsad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Maging mga bagwis ng ibang kasing palad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;RM STO. DOMINGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;blackrose_kaito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;L  kenshin 'o7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-6347769415122816498?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6347769415122816498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=6347769415122816498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/6347769415122816498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/6347769415122816498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/12/sa-puso-ng-kahirapan.html' title='Sa Puso ng Kahirapan'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-5416418122444593806</id><published>2007-12-06T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T07:45:29.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAGUSAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(27 February 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;* Introduksiyon: Portfolio sa Filipino IV*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sa pintuang nagbubukas sa walang hanggan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Matatagpuan ang kayamanan ng nakaraan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Liwanag na sisilay mula sa karimlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Patungo sa kaibuturan ng inyong kaisipan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sining na nahango mula sa imahinasyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ng mga manunulat na namulat sa kahapon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Layuning maiparating sa kabataan ng panahon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Iba't ibang istorya, iba't ibang leksiyon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nagsisimula na ng inyong ekspidisyon sa mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kung saan ang mga kwento't tula'y hango&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sa mga pangyayaring tunay at totoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sa lugar na walang oras dadalhin kayo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;RM STO. DOMINGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;blackrose_kaito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;L  kenshin 'o7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-5416418122444593806?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5416418122444593806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=5416418122444593806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/5416418122444593806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/5416418122444593806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/12/lagusan.html' title='LAGUSAN'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-7224145894267796820</id><published>2007-12-06T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T07:37:48.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bukang Liwayway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sa pagsilaw ng liwanag sa'king mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;ay muling dumalaw ang mga gunita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Masaya. Masakit. Ngunit puno ng laya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;hamog ay pumatak sa dahong aplaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sumalubong ingay ng bagong umaga;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ngunit ang himig sa'king puso'y lipas na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;nais mahabol kahit magka-ugaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;pero sadyang kayhirap abutin na--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Puno'y nagkakatanhan, nagkukwentuhan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Gusto kong tumakas at sadyang lumisan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Puntahan siayang inosente at walang muwang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Siyang nagbigay ligayang walang katuwang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ngunit sa pagmulat ng mga talukap,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Aking nabatid at pilit na tinanggap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;siya'y parte na lang ng kahapong namatay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;nagpaalam sabay ng bukang liwayway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;RM STO. DOMINGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;blckrose_kaito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;L  kenshin 'o7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-7224145894267796820?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7224145894267796820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=7224145894267796820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/7224145894267796820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/7224145894267796820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/12/bukang-liwayway.html' title='Bukang Liwayway'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-1101273796328437718</id><published>2007-12-06T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T07:31:17.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Make Believe You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When I saw you through the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;You were standing so smart and proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Smiling sweetly as the breeze caressed you softly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Greetings flowing from your lips so swiftly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;But when I looked through your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;i saw a different story that cleared all dyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;You're heart was breaking, and I couldn't do a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;A rope of sorrow was wounded over you, and I couldn't pull a string.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;i suddenly felt that your easy smiles were forced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Your cheerful greetings gnawing you with remorse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;shadowed though your eyes were,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;They were crying--filling the seashore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;then i suddenly came to a thought;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;How easy people could be blinded like a goat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Succumbing to an act without knowing they did so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Leaving you abandoned and careful not to let them know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;What I saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;RM STO. DOMINGO&lt;br /&gt;blackrose_kaito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;L  kenshin 'o7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-1101273796328437718?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1101273796328437718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=1101273796328437718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/1101273796328437718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/1101273796328437718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/12/make-believe-you.html' title='The Make Believe You'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-544590818760945813</id><published>2007-12-06T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T07:16:24.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GASERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nang ako'y magmulat ng mata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mula sa aking pagkakahimbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wala akong matanaw o maaninag man lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Balot ng kadiliman, wala akong magawa--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sa aking isipan, alam kong umaga na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ngunit bakit ni munting ilaw walang lumitaw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;natatakot ako--nanghihina--ngunit walang magawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O muniting ilaw--kailangan ko ng iyong irog--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kailangan ko ng ilaw ng kahapong 'di ko na mahawakan sa aking isipan--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ibig ko'y kaliwanagang 'di ko maabot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kaliwanagang tulad  ng gasera na kailangan ko ngayon--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kahit isang munting tilamsik ng ilaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mula sa gasera ng aking kaliwanagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mula sa kahapong ipinagdamot sa akin ng kapalaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kapalarang walang kasing saklap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Halika o halika huwag mong ipagkait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gasera na aking tanging tanaw sa hinaharap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ang tanging bagay na magbubukas ng pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gasera na nagsisilbing alaala ko sa kahapon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;RM STO. DOMINGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;blackrose_kaito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;L  kenshin 'o7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-544590818760945813?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/544590818760945813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=544590818760945813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/544590818760945813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/544590818760945813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/12/gasera.html' title='GASERA'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-7369521588448852069</id><published>2007-12-06T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T07:01:40.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody is in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(22 August 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Haply I wonder how impressive you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You amazed me like no other can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bewitched by your charms that I can only see from afar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No one can wonder how much of my heart I gave to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loving you is like killing myself softly time by time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everytime I look at you, my feet dig deeper into the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't know how, but benignly I enjoy the chime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Whose mellow music I hear when I see you from the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Never have I hope that you'll ever care to know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But maybe I dream of it once or twice every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's hard to wake when you know it will hurt thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Cause you gave your heart to a man whose away from sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Painfully I remind myself everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A nobody can never play a part on a star's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You can dream maybe, it's free anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But a dream is just a dream as well as truth really do hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;RM STO. DOMINGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blackrose_kaito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;L kenshin 'o7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-7369521588448852069?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7369521588448852069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=7369521588448852069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/7369521588448852069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/7369521588448852069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/12/nobody-is-in-love.html' title='Nobody is in Love'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-1824850806845272774</id><published>2007-12-06T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T06:52:13.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soul of a Battered Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;(04 August  2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Once, I dreamed of being as powerful as an eagle;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;As brave and persistent as a lion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;But now, all of it was shattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Embedded in the darkest part of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Battering my willow heart with every piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;I can't stop my damsel heart from shivering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Crying all its pain and suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Reflecting every gloomy part of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Revealing the loneliness stocked inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;I tried to hide it, but I just can't stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Now I know that I can never be strong enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;'Cause I know my soul is just too ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;To show in front of everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Afraid that I might be hurt one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;That will lead to the death of my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;RM STO. DOMINGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;blackrose_kaito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;L kenshin 'o7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-1824850806845272774?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1824850806845272774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=1824850806845272774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/1824850806845272774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/1824850806845272774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/12/soul-of-battered-heart.html' title='The Soul of a Battered Heart'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-7920645648753422900</id><published>2007-10-21T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:06:01.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Don't make me fall in love with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;more than I am now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;There is darkness inside my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;that might break it; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;then it will never lasts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;the way you meant it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Let me cry with blood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;for the chains you're loving me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;with is fighting my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;_R.M. P. Sto. Domingo_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;--Lestat de Lioncourt--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-7920645648753422900?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7920645648753422900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=7920645648753422900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/7920645648753422900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/7920645648753422900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/10/chains.html' title='chains'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-4085557979647922169</id><published>2007-07-15T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T07:39:00.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartless and Unfortunate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heartless and Unfortunate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;By: R.M. Sto. Domingo&lt;br /&gt;11 July ‘o7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Why is it that we have&lt;br /&gt;To fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;Is love a hole,&lt;br /&gt;That unfortunately,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody falls into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of love?&lt;br /&gt;Is love a stage&lt;br /&gt;Where unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;We stumble off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we&lt;br /&gt;Love and get hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Is love a deficiency&lt;br /&gt;Which unfortunately,&lt;br /&gt;Makes us disintegrate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we&lt;br /&gt;Love and then hate?&lt;br /&gt;Is love a curse,&lt;br /&gt;Which unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;Darkens our hearts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it an unfortunate&lt;br /&gt;Hole on the stage&lt;br /&gt;Which is a deficiency&lt;br /&gt;That we curse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then do we feel&lt;br /&gt;This unfortunate&lt;br /&gt;And heartless feeling&lt;br /&gt;In our heartless and&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunate hearts?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-4085557979647922169?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4085557979647922169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=4085557979647922169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/4085557979647922169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/4085557979647922169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/07/heartless-and-unfortunate.html' title='Heartless and Unfortunate'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-7876998808641096708</id><published>2007-07-15T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T07:37:00.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You and I Don’t Complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When You and I Don’t Complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;By: R.M. Sto. Domingo&lt;br /&gt;18 June ‘o7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I am a free soul,&lt;br /&gt;An independent mind.&lt;br /&gt;A complete being&lt;br /&gt;Who’s looking for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So how can I let you&lt;br /&gt;In it?&lt;br /&gt;A troubled soul,&lt;br /&gt;With a dominating urge.&lt;br /&gt;A half looking for its other.&lt;br /&gt;Dependent, and yet a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid we won’t complete&lt;br /&gt;On another.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll want to control me,&lt;br /&gt;To make me depend on you.&lt;br /&gt;And I greatly won’t like it.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I’ll want to crush you&lt;br /&gt;For making me something I don’t&lt;br /&gt;Want to be.&lt;br /&gt;We’ll never surrender,&lt;br /&gt;Until we’ve hurt each other.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we will both be free…&lt;br /&gt;And unhappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;_kenshin 'o7_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-7876998808641096708?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7876998808641096708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=7876998808641096708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/7876998808641096708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/7876998808641096708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-you-and-i-dont-complete.html' title='When You and I Don’t Complete'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-7278480997034078638</id><published>2007-07-15T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T07:32:26.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Dew of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Last Dew of Spring&lt;br /&gt;(Third revision)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;By: R. M. Sto. Domingo&lt;br /&gt;15 July ‘o7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ffff;"&gt;We met last spring not knowing what destiny will bring.&lt;br /&gt;Your mind met mine; so did our hearts become combined.&lt;br /&gt;We felt a mélange of emotions that can almost sing.&lt;br /&gt;A single dew tapped our lonely hearts—uninvited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives turned into a mystical labyrinth; twisting.&lt;br /&gt;Spring brought levity to our souls that were battered.&lt;br /&gt;And we vanquished; conquering all the pains and crying.&lt;br /&gt;Another dew fell on our tamed hearts—unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers came to full bloom, so did our hearts come knowing.&lt;br /&gt;Brown became green; in our hearts, we felt love embedded.&lt;br /&gt;Savoring the strange emotion was just like dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Spring dew came rushing down to our hearts—unabashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the lovely cherry blossoms are slowly drifting,&lt;br /&gt;By and by, you’ll be leaving me, and my heart: shattered.&lt;br /&gt;And as you bid your goodbye, I will be left shivering.&lt;br /&gt;The dew which once warmed you and me, now all cold—chilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the last leaf on the tree, once jaunty, now struggling.&lt;br /&gt;My willow heart, once mighty, now scattered.&lt;br /&gt;Once sheltered with your love, now so alone and hurting.&lt;br /&gt;The last dew of spring glided, burned my heart—unwanted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_kEnsHiN 'o7_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-7278480997034078638?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7278480997034078638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=7278480997034078638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/7278480997034078638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/7278480997034078638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-dew-of-spring.html' title='The Last Dew of Spring'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-8875381987132109726</id><published>2007-07-15T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T07:30:27.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spark</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in thehopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, thenot-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonelyfrustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able toreach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world youdesired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it isyours. (I wish I had said this, but it was actually Ayn Rand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;From: Ma'am Paz Diaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;            (Comm 14o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-8875381987132109726?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8875381987132109726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=8875381987132109726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/8875381987132109726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/8875381987132109726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/07/spark.html' title='spark'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-900775141155560749</id><published>2007-07-12T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T00:52:25.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>facets of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i love you.         &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( i love you but you don't reciprocate my feelings.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;you love.          &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(we think we are in love with each other, but in truth, we're just in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i love.                                   &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;love i.              &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(we are friends. but you love me more than that. for i am still waiting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;you and i.                              &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my love for you to grow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;love you.          &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(you want me to love you but i'm in love with myself.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;you love i.        &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(you love me. and i love you. but we both know that your love is greater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;and i.                                   &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;than mine.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i love.             &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(i love someone. and it could be you. but nevertheless, whoever might that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;you.                                    &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;be, i still love him dearly.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i and you.        &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(we both love each other. but i was already in love with you when you fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;love.                                  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in love with me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;@'-blackrose-"--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;11 July 'o7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-900775141155560749?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/900775141155560749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=900775141155560749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/900775141155560749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/900775141155560749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/07/facets-of-love.html' title='facets of love'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-2632649521984151443</id><published>2007-07-05T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T06:38:56.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>without you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Does being free also means being lonely? I don't think so, I've lived my life for so long without you that it won't matter that you're out of it now. All you can do now is remember, because we'll never make another memory. I'm happy now. Without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-2632649521984151443?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2632649521984151443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=2632649521984151443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/2632649521984151443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/2632649521984151443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/07/without-you.html' title='without you..'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-2152069126639883950</id><published>2007-07-03T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T01:22:45.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not take me... For granted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not take me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For granted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not yours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're breaking my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without holding it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does making me cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makes you happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does hurting me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also hurt you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or does it make you smile?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say you love me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But does it runs dry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After some time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not take me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For granted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm strong but I'm weak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take me for granted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-2152069126639883950?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2152069126639883950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=2152069126639883950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/2152069126639883950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/2152069126639883950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-not-take-me-for-granted.html' title='Do not take me... For granted.'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-6563494735641829924</id><published>2007-06-11T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:37:52.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After a year after my disastrous relationship with jack, here I am again standing between the cliff and the dangerous waters of the intangible chain called love. Haha. And now, after all the pain that I was forced to endure then, I can't actually think straight. What to do? I'm still in shock. I never expected that something like this would happen to me.. Now of all times, when I'm already starting anew and trying to break free from the nightmarish past I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But what am I saying? I guess I should tell you.. It started, maybe a week or two ago when I unexpectedly renewed contact with a  longtime friend. At first, it was kind of fun. Of course, we've not talk for almost two or three years.. But then, things started to get pretty complicated when he begun to say things I did not--never--expected him to say. Like, for years, he's always been besotted withme and all that. Frankly, I thought it was all a big joke. But what shock I received I cannot explain when talked to my sister, then my mom, about the things he feels for me. And my mom is quite taken with him. So now, in my shoulder lies the decision whether to have him or not. The only problem is, I don't know what I feel.. I guess, I'm still scared to know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-6563494735641829924?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6563494735641829924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=6563494735641829924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/6563494735641829924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/6563494735641829924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-to-do.html' title='what to do?'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-4059226470129191052</id><published>2007-05-07T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:03:49.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can never be a princess but I will forever be me. You said you love me as I am, but it was a statement you didin't mean at all. how then do you think i can forgive you? or more importantly, love you? Once, my love for you was worth all the risks and the deceptions, but then, it all had come to naught.  You betrayed me in the worst possible way. It will do you more good if you'll stop waltzing with me right now, or you'll eventually feel the way I did all those times I made a foolish blind woman out of myself just for you. Or worst, more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Je ne peux jamais être princesse mais je me serai à jamais. Vous avez dit que vous m'aimez comme je suis, mais c'était une déclaration vous didin › les moyens de t à tout. comment alors pensez-vous que je peux vous pardonner ? ou d'une manière importante, vous aimez plus ? une fois, mon amour pour vous valiez tous les risques et les tromperies, mais alors, il tout était venu rien. vous m'avez trahi dans la pire façon possible. Il vous fera plus bon si vous arrêterez de danser la valse avec moi maintenant, ou vous sentirez finalement la façon j'ai fait tous ces temps j'ai fait une aveugle sotte de me juste pour vous. Ou pire, plus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-4059226470129191052?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4059226470129191052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=4059226470129191052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/4059226470129191052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/4059226470129191052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/05/redemption.html' title='redemption'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-1229445024111081767</id><published>2007-04-15T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T19:48:37.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when forever is just a word..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"I guess that's all forever is. Just one long trail of nows. And I guess all you can do is try and live one now at a time without getting too worked up about the last now or the next now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--- Daniel Booker, The Horse Whisperer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Isn't just that right? When I stumbled upon this certain passage, I knew that all along, I've been thinking with the same line of thought. Maybe that's why I never considered the phrase "now and forever" a valid one. Because, I'd rather prefer the phrase "forever and beyond". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And  what is it they usually say? "Tomorrow never comes." So most likely, we'll NEVER find forever tomorrow, or even in the next tomorrows of tomorrow. Why? Because we can only take one day at a time. One "now"-- one "forever" -- each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-1229445024111081767?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1229445024111081767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=1229445024111081767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/1229445024111081767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/1229445024111081767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-forever-is-just-word.html' title='when forever is just a word..'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-4830859281678053594</id><published>2007-04-09T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:15:54.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>someone will, but you will be you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone will always be prettier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone will always be smarter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone's house will be bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone's car will be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone's husband will fix more thingsaround the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;JUST LET IT GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; Love your circumstances..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JUST THINK..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The prettiest woman in the world canhave hell in her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The most highly favored woman in yourjob may be unable to have children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the richest woman you know [[whohas the biggest house, nicest car, &amp;&amp;amp;expensive clothes]] may be very lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the word says...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"If I have not Loved, I am nothing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So Love who you are!In the morning, look in the mirror,smile &amp; say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I am too blessed to be stressed &amp; tooanointed to be disappointed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"BE "BLESSED" LADIES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;= something they told me.. ('^.x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-4830859281678053594?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4830859281678053594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=4830859281678053594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/4830859281678053594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/4830859281678053594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/04/someone-will-but-you-will-be-you.html' title='someone will, but you will be you.'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-3953949084143716401</id><published>2007-04-01T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:45:53.969-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t you just agree with me?'/><title type='text'>learning from Caravaggio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/RhCMN-g_zCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UicuTduQfjk/s1600-h/car.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048689354029911074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/RhCMN-g_zCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UicuTduQfjk/s320/car.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Tell me, is it possible to love someone who is not as smart as you are?...I mean, she may not be smarter than you. But isn't it important for you to think she is smarter than you in order to fall inlove? Think now. She can be obssessed by the Englishman because he knows more. You see, it is easier to fall in love with him than with you. Why is that? Because we want to know things, how the pieces fit. Talkers seduce, words direct us into corners. We want more than anything to grow and change..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Isn't that just true? Indeed, for me, it is. For humans are curious creatures. We love to have answers and so we are always drawn to the keys that we think will lead us out of ignorance. And so they do. But often, we arejust too much excited that we forget to think about consequences. And so begins another whirlwind-chase for answers that eventually turns out to be carrier of a bigger luggage of curiosities than the one we're already holding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I don't actually know how it is with other people. All that I know is that, we people will always be ignorant--one way or another. And that, we will always try not to be one and again and again, fail. A never-ending cycle of foolishness and knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-3953949084143716401?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3953949084143716401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=3953949084143716401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/3953949084143716401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/3953949084143716401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/04/learning-from-caravaggio.html' title='learning from Caravaggio'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/RhCMN-g_zCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UicuTduQfjk/s72-c/car.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216409880873829047.post-3770068255683687034</id><published>2007-03-27T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:45:54.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the horse whisperer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/RgnpEug_zBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F3L-7PU5Nws/s1600-h/hw.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046821124860529682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/RgnpEug_zBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F3L-7PU5Nws/s320/hw.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I read this book, at first I thought it was just a common best-seller book with a common twisted plot. Given the fact that I'm a bookworm, I was really critical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But then, as I continued to read, I realized that, yeah, again, my instincts led me to a captivating book. Let me explain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've always wanted to buy this (The Horse Whisperer) book the moment I stumbled  upon it at a shelf in a bookstore near us. Even though I've never heard of it before , nor the movie created based on it,  I knew in my gut that I want it. Well, that's how I always pick my books.  But then, I never had the chance to buy it because by that time, I was really being careful in spending my money. Besides, I'm a real micer and I couldn't bear the idea of paying 180php just for a secondhand novel, so I turned my back on it. So, to make the long boring story short, I bought it when its price was lowered to 45php and was really excited about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I was real excited about it, BUT, I was  also--always--critical. And then, blah blah blah, I fell in love with it. Really. Just like when I fell in love with the "Possession" of A.S. Byatt,  "100years of Solitude" of  Gabriel Garcia Marquez and "The English Patient" of Michael Ondaatje, and "Harry Potter" (series) of J.K. Rowling. You see, for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it is always easier to fall in love with a book than with a man because books can make us see reflections about life that never did seem to enter our minds when we interact with people we thought [or intend to] we have  special feelings for. They bring forth emotions that we always deny ourselves simply because we are too scared it will show and then it will shatter our faith--our belief--about  ourselves that we are strong and nothing--absolutely nothing--can make us breakdown. But then, with people, they only make us doubt more that we tend to see ourselves  to be always in the dark as we see them in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirrors of delusioned beings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Going back, when finally I reached the last pages of the book, I was deeply moved. Because I saw there what I always denied myself from understanding. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love is always knowing when to let go and sacrifice even if it will hurt you so.&lt;/span&gt; Like what Tom Booker did, because he loved both mother and child, he made the choice of dying than breaking more lives because of his love for Annie (the mother). Totally wicked story. Wicked in a good way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216409880873829047-3770068255683687034?l=thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3770068255683687034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216409880873829047&amp;postID=3770068255683687034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/3770068255683687034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216409880873829047/posts/default/3770068255683687034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastwaltzoftheblackrose.blogspot.com/2007/03/horse-whisperer.html' title='the horse whisperer'/><author><name>= rOzie =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677353840833831369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/Sa_TKZk0N8I/AAAAAAAAADU/9jV6GQ1CBNw/S220/IMG1184A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7PzaUnkRJ4/RgnpEug_zBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F3L-7PU5Nws/s72-c/hw.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
