This is only one of the poems I found while cleaning my closet last night, written ages ago. If I'm not mistaken, i gave this poem to somebody... :D
Dust Be Our Destiny
we know it is but a stolen bliss
the sweet joys that we share
but the thrill in every kiss
is ecstasy beyond compare.
first love is sweet.. 'tis hard to forget
but true love is hard to find
sometimes we sigh a deep regret
when we learn that love is blind.
really, I've tried to let you go... to give you up
but its easier to think than to do this stuff
realizing at the end, what's there to give up and what's there to do
when i don't actually have you?
more often i think, is it true love that you offer?
or just emotions of lust?
tell me the truth or rather
let me be a part of dust.
i know you won't care forever
much as you care now for me
when that loves become a dying ember
let.. DUST BE OUR DESTINY.
6/30/08
A poem from a dear friend
My bestfriend back home wrote me a letter one day during my college days. We've been best buddies since elementary. We seldom see each other then since I was studying in Cebu and she's in Davao. In her letter enclosed a poem which I kept for years. I sorted my things last night and found the letter in a box. Here's what the poem says...
I'll Remember
when you put yourself to sleep tonight
in a slumber where it is fluffy and right.
with pillow so soft to hug and caress
and a blanket to cover even your inner self.
please think of me and pray to Him
to take care of you and your family.
kneel your knees down to the floor
talk to Him like all the time is yours.
remember me then as your friend
i'm always here if you need a shoulder
to cry on when you feel all alone.
i'll laugh with you on your happy days
i'll cry with you on your saddest dreams.
even if we're miles apart
your presence will always in my heart.
your voice i know i will miss
but knowing you're alright is a relief.
when you walk up and feel so weary
the morning is cold like a winter breeze.
just close your eyes and think of something
to wash away those unwanted feelings.
i care for you like you are a treasure
that i could never show just to anybody.
i know it'll be a mistake not to care
to my friend who's with me through the years..
Thanks for this heart-warming poem. I miss you friend.. =)
I'll Remember
when you put yourself to sleep tonight
in a slumber where it is fluffy and right.
with pillow so soft to hug and caress
and a blanket to cover even your inner self.
please think of me and pray to Him
to take care of you and your family.
kneel your knees down to the floor
talk to Him like all the time is yours.
remember me then as your friend
i'm always here if you need a shoulder
to cry on when you feel all alone.
i'll laugh with you on your happy days
i'll cry with you on your saddest dreams.
even if we're miles apart
your presence will always in my heart.
your voice i know i will miss
but knowing you're alright is a relief.
when you walk up and feel so weary
the morning is cold like a winter breeze.
just close your eyes and think of something
to wash away those unwanted feelings.
i care for you like you are a treasure
that i could never show just to anybody.
i know it'll be a mistake not to care
to my friend who's with me through the years..
Thanks for this heart-warming poem. I miss you friend.. =)
6/26/08
All in a day's work
We had this writing exercise one day. One will start with a few sentences, the second will add anything he/she wants.. so on and so forth creating a crazy story in a funny-out-of-this-world way. It started with...
It was the eyes – your eyes that captured my attention. Like hot, intense burning orbs, they made me feel as if I was being absorbed into the depths of your soul. I couldn’t look away from those mesmerizing eyes. I knew I had found a prize and mustn’t lose sight of it. I reached out my hand and grabbed – nothing.
You are just a mirage — this I knew of long before this moment, but something inside me makes me, compels me, to believe that you are more than just an imaginary visitor in my prison cell. Something passionately primal . . .
I reach out again.
The flesh of my dirty, callused fingers feel a soft, flowing fabric; like a silk cape blowing in the wind. Strange, wind could never penetrate the granite walls of this blasted prison! My hands, the cursed instruments of a thousand unspeakable crimes, now lies engulfed in a heavenly state of caress.
I open my eyes.
Standing before me is that beautiful mirage again, clad in flowing silk, and nothing more — but this time, I could feel her physical presence. Her silken robe was that heavenly thing that touched my hand!
“Prysmos”, she said, the burning orbs of her head gradually dimming. “You know my name!?” I answered.
“Of course I know you’re name! Insolent swine!” said the goddess beauty.
“I have come to make you an offer”.
“Who are you?” I sheepishly ask.
“It matters not who I am; what matters is what I can do for you”, answered the mysterious beauty.
“What do you want?”, I asked again, my surprise now gone, inexplicably replaced with hope.
“I want you to give me a son”
“What?”
“You act surprised. Don’t be” said the woman. “You are a criminal, yes. But you are also a man of great strength and courage; a man who can tear a fellow man limb from limb. If the great Achilles fought you, you probably would’ve killed him.”
“But enough talk, let’s get our business started . . .” said the woman “My kingdom needs a strong heir”
Before I could say another word, the incredible beauty has shed her clothes and presented her naked body in front of me. I have made love to a thousand maidens but never have I seen a woman more beautiful than this woman in front of me.
She kneels toward me and softly says “Come now Prysmos . . . we’d make a lovely child”.
She kisses me, and I kissed her back. Her hand reached through my filthy loincloth and wrapped her fingers around my throbbing manhood. Gently, she stroked it.
Prysmos stops his mind from asking if this moment is real or just simply a dream that he always have the dream of being with someone close. He feels very excited and afraid what will happen if this moment will pass, he holds this woman’s body, kiss her like his queen. Surprised what made him deserve this unexpected prize.
Prysmos try to stretch the time longer and also thinking what this woman wants. Having facing the walls all these years and suddenly this imagination is in his hands to feel, He start to feel like a strong man, like a king but he must escape from this walls, he must take this woman.
Indulgence…passion….my mind drips desire…burning lines between the velvet scarring that ensues….blurring…the feeling kaleidoscopes …sensuality screams…no, it gropes…I am helpless…I neither speak nor bat an eyelash for fear of her eternal essence escaping the rapture of this very moment…my lips follow hers…tracing the outline of her movements with mine….running, overtired…this fleeting portrait of twisted devotion sets her heart aflutter...deeper…further…racing….those eyes….illuminating….captivating…orchestrating with surgical precision my yearning for the same...the vertex of pleasure… taken…given…riveting…I’ve now fallen victim to discourse…words fall short where feelings and emotions preside… hence, I’ve now lost myself in her…just her…only her…it was then that I understood…it was not her touch nor her smell that engrossed me…no…for I was drowning in the pools of lust and solitude that were her eyes.
“Tok! Tok! Tok!” a silent knock breaks down all the lustful.. captivating.. illuminating.. blurring.. burning.. orchestrating.. orgasmic.. feeling inside me. Those four granite walls seem to disappear and begin to have a life on its own. The place was not as dark, as cold, and gray as it used to be. It seems I’ve taken all the sorrows in this place and placed it somewhere else, the shed of afternoon sun lights a part of me and gave this captivating silhouette. Sitting, I was thinking how the thought of that goddess beauty has stained my innocence to a world of lust and passion.
“Tok! Tok! Tok!” again…. The deafening silence was shattered by a soft knock at the door and a silent whisper behind it…!@#%$%&$^*^&……again………..and again. I tried to summon all my strength to pull this weightless body of my bed to fulfill the question…who is it? Is it her? My goddess beauty for real…behind that door. I stood up… walked slowly towards the door taking each step with a question in my head. The next thing I knew, I was at the door. Standing. Waiting. Wondering. With a cheap smile on my face……..it seems all feeling have visited me this day……..this is it…….someone behind this door is my life…….my passion…………my forever…as my finger slowly grip the cold knob, twisted and slowly pull the door opened. A loud torturous scream echoed through my body……. and said
“Kuya naghubo man ka pagilis pud uy kai mangaon nata”
He opens his eyes and saw his younger brother taking pictures at him.
“Kuya, I’ll upload this to multiply.com so that all our friends can see!” said the little brat.
The moment his younger brother turned around to go down for supper, his hand had already grabbed the phone. Both brothers tried to pull the phone off each other’s gripping hands until such time that he realized that it was just a 5110 model from Nokia.
To a shock, he let go of the phone catapulting his brother downstairs. To his relief, the little rascal just stood up and laughed so hard saying, “Ha-ha! You forgot that I don’t have a camera phone you idiot!”
Both siblings were laughing their hearts out when a knock on their living door silencing the brothers’ laughter. A young woman was behind the door, she was supposed to give cookies that her grandma baked but she ran like hell when the door opened. The girl’s cheeks were so blushed after seeing a naked guy answering the door.
While running from the house a big bus hit her head on while she was crossing the street still running like hell. She woke up and found herself in hell having Satan greet her on her arrival. The girl wondered on her thoughts, “Why am I sent to hell?”
The Devil voluntarily answered the question without hearing her verbally asking, “Because you were a sinner my dear, the last sin you did was lusting on that naked guy who answered the door before you died.”
Her cheeks went blushing again after remembering the incident. Satan escorted her to her room in hell where she would stay. To her surprise hell had air-conditioning, escalators, elevators, surround sound system playing Bossa Nova music.
She wondered again in her mind, “I this really hell?”
Again Satan voluntarily answered, “Yes dear, you are in hell, and this is your room here, you have a roommate she will be with you in a while, I asked her some errands earlier. She’s an engineer in charge of our ventilation system”
The girls entered her room and it was like a 5-star hotel room, even better. Once inside, Satan answered a phone call, the girl, so curious, eavesdropped on the conversation.
“Hello, the devil here!”, Satan answered.
“Bro! this is Mike” a minute voice from the cellular phone was overheard.
“Michael? THE St. Michael?”, asked the Devil.
“Yup! My Boss told me that you’ve been reconstructing hell. He told me that it looks like a ‘super mall/hotel’ now.” Said Mike.
“Uhhm, and why would that be a concern?” asked Satan.
“BECAUSE NO ONE WOULD WANT TO GO TO HEAVEN BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU JUST DID” an echoing voice from an extension line interrupted, obviously from God (duh!).
“Oh hello, God, how nice to hear from You, why’d you always want to compete with me?” Asked Satan, sarcastically…
“Enough chit chat Satan, Turn hell back to Normal at once or I’ll…”
“You’ll what?” Satan eagerly asked…
“I’ll sue you for not following the agreement on the balance between good and evil. If all people on earth know that hell is now comfortable, they would live their life in sin!” said God.
“Well, ‘God’, hell was too hot for me, so I asked my engineers here to build an air-conditioning system, and while their at it, make it a more luxurious place. I don’t want the old hell anymore. So do as you please. If you want to sue me then bring it on!” Explained Satan.
“Very well, see you tomorrow in Court. I’ll bring my finest lawyers!” Said God, confidently.
“Ha-ha! I don’t think there are any good Lawyers up there!” answered Satan, with confident giggles.
The girl, forgotten by all, sits forlornly on the bed. Dismayed, confused, and feeling utterly alone, she falls into a trance.
Hours after, she snaps out of her trance, and finds herself in a pitch dark room. Gone was the 5-star accommodations. Even the ventilation was gone, and the girl suffocated on the seemingly non-existent air. Gasping and choking, she crawls, one arm stretched in front of her – searching, hoping - for a way out. She see’s light.. a pinprick.. and moves toward it, her heart filling with hope. Slowly, she gets nearer and nearer; and the light appears bigger and brighter, and she is filled with an ecstasy such as she has never felt before. She thinks, “So this is God…” and feels a moment of rapture so intense that tears stream down her face… and then she falls over the edge, into darkness – everlasting darkness – once again.
… she snaps out of her trance, and finds herself in a pitch dark room …
As the room was filled with darkness, there was no sight of hope in reaching her only chance of everlasting peace and love. She held her arms around her and began to ponder upon lines and phrases that her love once imparted. It started as:
The Gamble
She was so beautiful, I was just me,
We walked in the garden, with such sights to see.
I gave her a look, she gave me a sigh,
I knew how she felt, it showed in her eyes.
She wanted me more, than I could believe,
I needed her more, than she could conceive.
I glanced at her once, she looked at me twice,
I gave her my hand, a touch would suffice.
I did feel her warmth, as I held her near,
She saw my passion, she felt my cheer.
Though I was trembling, I kissed her soft lips,
I was playing my cards, and I bet all my chips.
Though I was gambling, I needed this chance,
To taste what I'm missing, to have my last dance.
I want just to love her, and her just the same,
Though it is not real, I'm tired of these games.
I was very close, to filling my void,
But I blew the chance, my passion destroyed,
Because of the pain, I felt in my mind,
That comes from a woman, or one of her kind.
So now I move on, I lost out this time,
But someday that woman, will be only mine.
Tears tracked her soft rosy cheeks, tears that felt like snow, tears that fell like a waterfall
from Toledo. But none of it does matter, since the light started to become BRIGHTER.
And brighter it had became…the light restrained her voice and no words could come out of her mouth. There was feeling flowing out, like the ebb tide moving away from shore and going to the vast ocean. A feeling in which the source could not be explained neither could it be defined. And from the bright light, there appeared a shadow.
A shadow made her seemed trapped in this labyrinth. Tears flow with its surf but the glow of happiness was felt. Left undecided with its course, she went outside for a walk and tried searching for lost answers.
Her skin felt the prick of the Florida heat and hear the inviting tides of the ocean. “Could I hear the answers from this solitude?” she said to herself.
Lost in the trance of her solitary thoughts…
Her thoughts, which she thought were her own, propelled her to move towards the ocean. Someone or something was telling her to touch the cool water . . . and so she did --- but she regretted it . . .because the moment she felt the waves, a strange feeling enwrapped her. She felt so cold – a chilling and goose bumping coldness – and then she realized why.
The beautiful ocean turned into an 18th century cemetery, and the sandy shore became a crater filled with fresh cadavers. Panic and fear enveloped her. She tried to run – to escape – but she couldn’t. Her feet were glued to the ground, entangled by the century-old roots and vines – how can she get away from this hideous place?
She became even more terrified when floating white “objects” started to approach and encircle her.
She shut her eyes closed and shouted ------------------
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! Yuck! Gross! Direk, cut please! Can we have a Take 2?
The vines are so itchy and it's scratching my new stockings! Gosh! Can we have fake vines and roots here instead of real plants?"
And the director says, "OK! Cut! Take a break everyone! Be back after 30 mins."
So the props men approached her to replace the vines and roots but....
But she seems to be moving to obstruct the props men. The props men who seems anxious asked where she is going yet no words came out from her mouth… she didn’t utter a thing… then slowly went back to her spot. Her face looks so gloomy and bland. Her stillness bents her aloof from the rest of the lousy-mannered individuals. The inner self is in a throng of questions. The whys are countless, hows are enormous., whens keep on haunting her mind, whats are immeasurable and the whos always bothers her stillness. Then Suddenly…
Then Suddenly… She asked everyone, “Do You Really Want To Know?”
“Do Your Really Want to Know?” she kept on repeating.
“Know what?” asked the director.
With a glee in her face, she suddenly sang to the tune of:
“Do you really want to know what’s in a bag of NIPS?
What goes on before they touch my lips?
It makes a rainbow (chocolate nips)
A choco rainbow (chocolate nips)
And then they color all the flowers and they paint the trees…”
Before she could continue, she was interrupted by her co-star, Mr. Libido.
“Stop!!!” he said.
“I didn’t know you can sing… Can you sing Total Eclipse From the Heart with me?”
She replied…“I’m sorry, I never heard of that song. You got any lyrics with you?”
“I think I have it…” Libido said, searching his pockets.
After sitting down together, the director asks her “So you could sing. Tell me, if ever you studied in a musical school, who was your teacher?”
“Fenix, Kevin Fenix. He’s from Ireland and many members of his family were musicians,” she replied as she looks at her co-star struggling to find the lyrics she asked for.
“Damn! It’s not with me! I’ll just sing it to you instead. Is this fine with you?” Libido asked…
“Get it on!” she answered, reaching her pack of cigarette.
Holding his abs, he started singing with a great enthusiasm, “Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming around. Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears…”
This time he started dancing. Doing his undying funny stunts, he sings again.
“Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by. Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes. Turn around bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart. Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and then I fall apart…”
He continuously sings at the top of his lungs, his face turned tomato red, trying with all his might to bring out the highest pitch possible.
Then suddenly, “Pffffrrrrblurrpfffrt!.............pfffrrrrblurrrptttrt!...... pffroot!.. pfroot!”
The crew stopped the moment they heard that unusual sound, grabbing anything to cover their noses, forcing themselves not to laugh.
Mr. Libido went out a timid laugh as everybody stared at him. Seconds later, they cackled in unison. They laughed hard, they’ve gone wild, others mimicking Mr. Libido’s moves just right before he let out an explosion. They laughed, and laughed and laughed… Their merrymaking seemed endless.
Few meters away, two men in a speeding motorcycle snatched their attentions. They froze. Panicked…..watching in terror as the men with guns in their hands were coming their way.
“Ratatatatatatatatatatatattttttt!!! Ratatatatatatatatatatatattttt!!! Ratatatatatatatatatatatattttt!!!”
A deafening silence covered the entire area as the men rushed away from the scene. There. Rested in the ground were the helpless bodies of the whole crew. All dead.
An hour later, the area was filled with media, Police cars and emergency response vehicles. Police tape where in the scene to prevent the crowd from spoiling the evidences. A team of CSI arrived at the crime scene. Gil Grissom -- wearing sunglasses, his usual CSI work jacket, and latex gloves. Also in a CSI work jacket and donning the latex gloves, Didder Dee, as Catherine Willows, crouches with a camera. Didder's taking a photo of the murder victims directly in front of them. Numbered markers are positioned at points of evidence: shrapnel of bullets, pieces of equipment nearby and positioning of the dead bodies.
"Hmmm...It seems this is the work of a vigilante" said Grissom while inspecting the bullet wound from a dead girl. “Possible...some of our witnesses says that the suspects are riding in a Yamaha motorcycle.” Willows added.
"Yo! Look what I found!" shouted Warrick Brown crouching from a darker part of the scene snapping photos. Grissom walks towards Brown.
"What is it?" ask Grissom looking at the object.
"Looks like a test tube with a blue liquid in it." answered Brown while picking it up.
"Look! more of this blue liquid are spilled everywhere in the area" said Brown.
" Put that in the bag and bring it to the laboratory for more examination. " commanded Grissom.
Suddenly, they heard people screaming. Police where firing crazy with their gun.
"What the f!@#k is going on?!" ask Brown in a frantic tone.
"I don't know! C'mon let's go!!" shouted Grissom.
And at that precise moment of his dream, a loud crash outside his room woke up Drake. He was having unusual dreams lately, a kaleidoscopic fusion of images, sounds, memories, and stories that seemed to be set in the surreal landscape of a Salvador Dali painting. Sometimes though, it had a haunting quality, almost as if they were quasi-messages that were trying to tell him something. But what?
Must be just stress, he muttered. He had recently transferred to New York City from relatively laid back Nebraska and was getting a high-paying (albeit high-pressure) job in Wall Street. He had broken up with his girlfriend who opted to stay behind – he still grimaced remembering that tearful scene in the airport – but sometimes, it is just the case that people move on. C’est la vie.
He massaged his aching temples and flicked on his bedside lamp. Just then, he heard a clatter in the kitchen outside his room. He realized that something woke him up – yes, a loud sound, like something metallic hitting the floor. But who, or what, was making the noise?
Drake got up to open his bedroom door.
Drake hesitated opening his bedroom door. He didn’t know what was on the other side, making that weird metallic noise. Drake pinched himself on his right arm to make sure he was awake and realized that he really was after hearing himself grunt in pain. Reassured that he wasn’t dreaming anymore, he twisted the door knob and slowly opened it.
Drake found himself standing in front of a big-ass clitoris and when I mean ‘big-ass’, I mean steroid-taking-porn-star size. He stood there, half-amazed, half-confused. What in the world is a humungous clitoris doing in my house?!? He noticed that the clitoris had been pierced through and that the weird metallic noise was actually coming from the ball bearing hitting the floor because of the clitoris’ erratic throbbing.
“You look surprised.” Drake turned around searching for the source of the voice he had just heard.
“Who is that?” he asked. “Is that you Macho Man?”
“Macho Man?!? It’s me! The clit, asshole!” the giant appendage responded. “I hate it when people associate my voice with Macho Man.”
“Okay… a giant clit who sounds like a wrestler. Now, I’ve seen everything.” Drake told himself.
“No, you haven’t. Wait until you meet my cousins. Twins. D-sized boobs with dog-faced nipples.” touchéd the clit.
Drake still couldn’t believe what he was seeing and hearing. I really should cut down on the cinnamon apple weed.
All of a sudden, something started growing out on the front of the clit. An appendage on an appendage? Now this is starting to get fucking weird! Drake noticed that what was growing was also starting to form a face. Slowly, the face’s features became clearer and clearer. Drake squinted his eyes, excited but at the same time, afraid of whose face it would turn out to be.
“Tito?!?” Drake shouted.
What in the world is Tito’s face doing on a clit? “Hiya, Drake! It’s actually Clito” the thing greeted while bobbing up and down in rhythmic unison with the clit’s throbbing.
And that was when Drake’s eyes got nearly blinded by the light of the shining armor. Yes, the thing dangling in the thing is actually an armor that is shining so bright that made the eyes so big and wide.
And Drake said, “Mama, I have not seen an armor so shining like that one dangling attached on a thing”.
Then Mama said, “Wake up you little Drako, you are just dreaming. Stop staring my adam’s apple with your eyes closed.”
So there you go. The “Clit” is actually the adams apple of Drake’s Mom. After realizing everything, Drake tried to catch the quick brown fox that jumped over the lazy dogs. But wait, there’s more…continue reading and you’ll get an extra wasted second. So that is why the quick brown jumps over the lazy fox dog. And they live happily ever after.
It was the eyes – your eyes that captured my attention. Like hot, intense burning orbs, they made me feel as if I was being absorbed into the depths of your soul. I couldn’t look away from those mesmerizing eyes. I knew I had found a prize and mustn’t lose sight of it. I reached out my hand and grabbed – nothing.
You are just a mirage — this I knew of long before this moment, but something inside me makes me, compels me, to believe that you are more than just an imaginary visitor in my prison cell. Something passionately primal . . .
I reach out again.
The flesh of my dirty, callused fingers feel a soft, flowing fabric; like a silk cape blowing in the wind. Strange, wind could never penetrate the granite walls of this blasted prison! My hands, the cursed instruments of a thousand unspeakable crimes, now lies engulfed in a heavenly state of caress.
I open my eyes.
Standing before me is that beautiful mirage again, clad in flowing silk, and nothing more — but this time, I could feel her physical presence. Her silken robe was that heavenly thing that touched my hand!
“Prysmos”, she said, the burning orbs of her head gradually dimming. “You know my name!?” I answered.
“Of course I know you’re name! Insolent swine!” said the goddess beauty.
“I have come to make you an offer”.
“Who are you?” I sheepishly ask.
“It matters not who I am; what matters is what I can do for you”, answered the mysterious beauty.
“What do you want?”, I asked again, my surprise now gone, inexplicably replaced with hope.
“I want you to give me a son”
“What?”
“You act surprised. Don’t be” said the woman. “You are a criminal, yes. But you are also a man of great strength and courage; a man who can tear a fellow man limb from limb. If the great Achilles fought you, you probably would’ve killed him.”
“But enough talk, let’s get our business started . . .” said the woman “My kingdom needs a strong heir”
Before I could say another word, the incredible beauty has shed her clothes and presented her naked body in front of me. I have made love to a thousand maidens but never have I seen a woman more beautiful than this woman in front of me.
She kneels toward me and softly says “Come now Prysmos . . . we’d make a lovely child”.
She kisses me, and I kissed her back. Her hand reached through my filthy loincloth and wrapped her fingers around my throbbing manhood. Gently, she stroked it.
Prysmos stops his mind from asking if this moment is real or just simply a dream that he always have the dream of being with someone close. He feels very excited and afraid what will happen if this moment will pass, he holds this woman’s body, kiss her like his queen. Surprised what made him deserve this unexpected prize.
Prysmos try to stretch the time longer and also thinking what this woman wants. Having facing the walls all these years and suddenly this imagination is in his hands to feel, He start to feel like a strong man, like a king but he must escape from this walls, he must take this woman.
Indulgence…passion….my mind drips desire…burning lines between the velvet scarring that ensues….blurring…the feeling kaleidoscopes …sensuality screams…no, it gropes…I am helpless…I neither speak nor bat an eyelash for fear of her eternal essence escaping the rapture of this very moment…my lips follow hers…tracing the outline of her movements with mine….running, overtired…this fleeting portrait of twisted devotion sets her heart aflutter...deeper…further…racing….those eyes….illuminating….captivating…orchestrating with surgical precision my yearning for the same...the vertex of pleasure… taken…given…riveting…I’ve now fallen victim to discourse…words fall short where feelings and emotions preside… hence, I’ve now lost myself in her…just her…only her…it was then that I understood…it was not her touch nor her smell that engrossed me…no…for I was drowning in the pools of lust and solitude that were her eyes.
“Tok! Tok! Tok!” a silent knock breaks down all the lustful.. captivating.. illuminating.. blurring.. burning.. orchestrating.. orgasmic.. feeling inside me. Those four granite walls seem to disappear and begin to have a life on its own. The place was not as dark, as cold, and gray as it used to be. It seems I’ve taken all the sorrows in this place and placed it somewhere else, the shed of afternoon sun lights a part of me and gave this captivating silhouette. Sitting, I was thinking how the thought of that goddess beauty has stained my innocence to a world of lust and passion.
“Tok! Tok! Tok!” again…. The deafening silence was shattered by a soft knock at the door and a silent whisper behind it…!@#%$%&$^*^&……again………..and again. I tried to summon all my strength to pull this weightless body of my bed to fulfill the question…who is it? Is it her? My goddess beauty for real…behind that door. I stood up… walked slowly towards the door taking each step with a question in my head. The next thing I knew, I was at the door. Standing. Waiting. Wondering. With a cheap smile on my face……..it seems all feeling have visited me this day……..this is it…….someone behind this door is my life…….my passion…………my forever…as my finger slowly grip the cold knob, twisted and slowly pull the door opened. A loud torturous scream echoed through my body……. and said
“Kuya naghubo man ka pagilis pud uy kai mangaon nata”
He opens his eyes and saw his younger brother taking pictures at him.
“Kuya, I’ll upload this to multiply.com so that all our friends can see!” said the little brat.
The moment his younger brother turned around to go down for supper, his hand had already grabbed the phone. Both brothers tried to pull the phone off each other’s gripping hands until such time that he realized that it was just a 5110 model from Nokia.
To a shock, he let go of the phone catapulting his brother downstairs. To his relief, the little rascal just stood up and laughed so hard saying, “Ha-ha! You forgot that I don’t have a camera phone you idiot!”
Both siblings were laughing their hearts out when a knock on their living door silencing the brothers’ laughter. A young woman was behind the door, she was supposed to give cookies that her grandma baked but she ran like hell when the door opened. The girl’s cheeks were so blushed after seeing a naked guy answering the door.
While running from the house a big bus hit her head on while she was crossing the street still running like hell. She woke up and found herself in hell having Satan greet her on her arrival. The girl wondered on her thoughts, “Why am I sent to hell?”
The Devil voluntarily answered the question without hearing her verbally asking, “Because you were a sinner my dear, the last sin you did was lusting on that naked guy who answered the door before you died.”
Her cheeks went blushing again after remembering the incident. Satan escorted her to her room in hell where she would stay. To her surprise hell had air-conditioning, escalators, elevators, surround sound system playing Bossa Nova music.
She wondered again in her mind, “I this really hell?”
Again Satan voluntarily answered, “Yes dear, you are in hell, and this is your room here, you have a roommate she will be with you in a while, I asked her some errands earlier. She’s an engineer in charge of our ventilation system”
The girls entered her room and it was like a 5-star hotel room, even better. Once inside, Satan answered a phone call, the girl, so curious, eavesdropped on the conversation.
“Hello, the devil here!”, Satan answered.
“Bro! this is Mike” a minute voice from the cellular phone was overheard.
“Michael? THE St. Michael?”, asked the Devil.
“Yup! My Boss told me that you’ve been reconstructing hell. He told me that it looks like a ‘super mall/hotel’ now.” Said Mike.
“Uhhm, and why would that be a concern?” asked Satan.
“BECAUSE NO ONE WOULD WANT TO GO TO HEAVEN BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU JUST DID” an echoing voice from an extension line interrupted, obviously from God (duh!).
“Oh hello, God, how nice to hear from You, why’d you always want to compete with me?” Asked Satan, sarcastically…
“Enough chit chat Satan, Turn hell back to Normal at once or I’ll…”
“You’ll what?” Satan eagerly asked…
“I’ll sue you for not following the agreement on the balance between good and evil. If all people on earth know that hell is now comfortable, they would live their life in sin!” said God.
“Well, ‘God’, hell was too hot for me, so I asked my engineers here to build an air-conditioning system, and while their at it, make it a more luxurious place. I don’t want the old hell anymore. So do as you please. If you want to sue me then bring it on!” Explained Satan.
“Very well, see you tomorrow in Court. I’ll bring my finest lawyers!” Said God, confidently.
“Ha-ha! I don’t think there are any good Lawyers up there!” answered Satan, with confident giggles.
The girl, forgotten by all, sits forlornly on the bed. Dismayed, confused, and feeling utterly alone, she falls into a trance.
Hours after, she snaps out of her trance, and finds herself in a pitch dark room. Gone was the 5-star accommodations. Even the ventilation was gone, and the girl suffocated on the seemingly non-existent air. Gasping and choking, she crawls, one arm stretched in front of her – searching, hoping - for a way out. She see’s light.. a pinprick.. and moves toward it, her heart filling with hope. Slowly, she gets nearer and nearer; and the light appears bigger and brighter, and she is filled with an ecstasy such as she has never felt before. She thinks, “So this is God…” and feels a moment of rapture so intense that tears stream down her face… and then she falls over the edge, into darkness – everlasting darkness – once again.
… she snaps out of her trance, and finds herself in a pitch dark room …
As the room was filled with darkness, there was no sight of hope in reaching her only chance of everlasting peace and love. She held her arms around her and began to ponder upon lines and phrases that her love once imparted. It started as:
The Gamble
She was so beautiful, I was just me,
We walked in the garden, with such sights to see.
I gave her a look, she gave me a sigh,
I knew how she felt, it showed in her eyes.
She wanted me more, than I could believe,
I needed her more, than she could conceive.
I glanced at her once, she looked at me twice,
I gave her my hand, a touch would suffice.
I did feel her warmth, as I held her near,
She saw my passion, she felt my cheer.
Though I was trembling, I kissed her soft lips,
I was playing my cards, and I bet all my chips.
Though I was gambling, I needed this chance,
To taste what I'm missing, to have my last dance.
I want just to love her, and her just the same,
Though it is not real, I'm tired of these games.
I was very close, to filling my void,
But I blew the chance, my passion destroyed,
Because of the pain, I felt in my mind,
That comes from a woman, or one of her kind.
So now I move on, I lost out this time,
But someday that woman, will be only mine.
Tears tracked her soft rosy cheeks, tears that felt like snow, tears that fell like a waterfall
from Toledo. But none of it does matter, since the light started to become BRIGHTER.
And brighter it had became…the light restrained her voice and no words could come out of her mouth. There was feeling flowing out, like the ebb tide moving away from shore and going to the vast ocean. A feeling in which the source could not be explained neither could it be defined. And from the bright light, there appeared a shadow.
A shadow made her seemed trapped in this labyrinth. Tears flow with its surf but the glow of happiness was felt. Left undecided with its course, she went outside for a walk and tried searching for lost answers.
Her skin felt the prick of the Florida heat and hear the inviting tides of the ocean. “Could I hear the answers from this solitude?” she said to herself.
Lost in the trance of her solitary thoughts…
Her thoughts, which she thought were her own, propelled her to move towards the ocean. Someone or something was telling her to touch the cool water . . . and so she did --- but she regretted it . . .because the moment she felt the waves, a strange feeling enwrapped her. She felt so cold – a chilling and goose bumping coldness – and then she realized why.
The beautiful ocean turned into an 18th century cemetery, and the sandy shore became a crater filled with fresh cadavers. Panic and fear enveloped her. She tried to run – to escape – but she couldn’t. Her feet were glued to the ground, entangled by the century-old roots and vines – how can she get away from this hideous place?
She became even more terrified when floating white “objects” started to approach and encircle her.
She shut her eyes closed and shouted ------------------
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! Yuck! Gross! Direk, cut please! Can we have a Take 2?
The vines are so itchy and it's scratching my new stockings! Gosh! Can we have fake vines and roots here instead of real plants?"
And the director says, "OK! Cut! Take a break everyone! Be back after 30 mins."
So the props men approached her to replace the vines and roots but....
But she seems to be moving to obstruct the props men. The props men who seems anxious asked where she is going yet no words came out from her mouth… she didn’t utter a thing… then slowly went back to her spot. Her face looks so gloomy and bland. Her stillness bents her aloof from the rest of the lousy-mannered individuals. The inner self is in a throng of questions. The whys are countless, hows are enormous., whens keep on haunting her mind, whats are immeasurable and the whos always bothers her stillness. Then Suddenly…
Then Suddenly… She asked everyone, “Do You Really Want To Know?”
“Do Your Really Want to Know?” she kept on repeating.
“Know what?” asked the director.
With a glee in her face, she suddenly sang to the tune of:
“Do you really want to know what’s in a bag of NIPS?
What goes on before they touch my lips?
It makes a rainbow (chocolate nips)
A choco rainbow (chocolate nips)
And then they color all the flowers and they paint the trees…”
Before she could continue, she was interrupted by her co-star, Mr. Libido.
“Stop!!!” he said.
“I didn’t know you can sing… Can you sing Total Eclipse From the Heart with me?”
She replied…“I’m sorry, I never heard of that song. You got any lyrics with you?”
“I think I have it…” Libido said, searching his pockets.
After sitting down together, the director asks her “So you could sing. Tell me, if ever you studied in a musical school, who was your teacher?”
“Fenix, Kevin Fenix. He’s from Ireland and many members of his family were musicians,” she replied as she looks at her co-star struggling to find the lyrics she asked for.
“Damn! It’s not with me! I’ll just sing it to you instead. Is this fine with you?” Libido asked…
“Get it on!” she answered, reaching her pack of cigarette.
Holding his abs, he started singing with a great enthusiasm, “Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming around. Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears…”
This time he started dancing. Doing his undying funny stunts, he sings again.
“Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by. Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes. Turn around bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart. Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and then I fall apart…”
He continuously sings at the top of his lungs, his face turned tomato red, trying with all his might to bring out the highest pitch possible.
Then suddenly, “Pffffrrrrblurrpfffrt!.............pfffrrrrblurrrptttrt!...... pffroot!.. pfroot!”
The crew stopped the moment they heard that unusual sound, grabbing anything to cover their noses, forcing themselves not to laugh.
Mr. Libido went out a timid laugh as everybody stared at him. Seconds later, they cackled in unison. They laughed hard, they’ve gone wild, others mimicking Mr. Libido’s moves just right before he let out an explosion. They laughed, and laughed and laughed… Their merrymaking seemed endless.
Few meters away, two men in a speeding motorcycle snatched their attentions. They froze. Panicked…..watching in terror as the men with guns in their hands were coming their way.
“Ratatatatatatatatatatatattttttt!!! Ratatatatatatatatatatatattttt!!! Ratatatatatatatatatatatattttt!!!”
A deafening silence covered the entire area as the men rushed away from the scene. There. Rested in the ground were the helpless bodies of the whole crew. All dead.
An hour later, the area was filled with media, Police cars and emergency response vehicles. Police tape where in the scene to prevent the crowd from spoiling the evidences. A team of CSI arrived at the crime scene. Gil Grissom -- wearing sunglasses, his usual CSI work jacket, and latex gloves. Also in a CSI work jacket and donning the latex gloves, Didder Dee, as Catherine Willows, crouches with a camera. Didder's taking a photo of the murder victims directly in front of them. Numbered markers are positioned at points of evidence: shrapnel of bullets, pieces of equipment nearby and positioning of the dead bodies.
"Hmmm...It seems this is the work of a vigilante" said Grissom while inspecting the bullet wound from a dead girl. “Possible...some of our witnesses says that the suspects are riding in a Yamaha motorcycle.” Willows added.
"Yo! Look what I found!" shouted Warrick Brown crouching from a darker part of the scene snapping photos. Grissom walks towards Brown.
"What is it?" ask Grissom looking at the object.
"Looks like a test tube with a blue liquid in it." answered Brown while picking it up.
"Look! more of this blue liquid are spilled everywhere in the area" said Brown.
" Put that in the bag and bring it to the laboratory for more examination. " commanded Grissom.
Suddenly, they heard people screaming. Police where firing crazy with their gun.
"What the f!@#k is going on?!" ask Brown in a frantic tone.
"I don't know! C'mon let's go!!" shouted Grissom.
And at that precise moment of his dream, a loud crash outside his room woke up Drake. He was having unusual dreams lately, a kaleidoscopic fusion of images, sounds, memories, and stories that seemed to be set in the surreal landscape of a Salvador Dali painting. Sometimes though, it had a haunting quality, almost as if they were quasi-messages that were trying to tell him something. But what?
Must be just stress, he muttered. He had recently transferred to New York City from relatively laid back Nebraska and was getting a high-paying (albeit high-pressure) job in Wall Street. He had broken up with his girlfriend who opted to stay behind – he still grimaced remembering that tearful scene in the airport – but sometimes, it is just the case that people move on. C’est la vie.
He massaged his aching temples and flicked on his bedside lamp. Just then, he heard a clatter in the kitchen outside his room. He realized that something woke him up – yes, a loud sound, like something metallic hitting the floor. But who, or what, was making the noise?
Drake got up to open his bedroom door.
Drake hesitated opening his bedroom door. He didn’t know what was on the other side, making that weird metallic noise. Drake pinched himself on his right arm to make sure he was awake and realized that he really was after hearing himself grunt in pain. Reassured that he wasn’t dreaming anymore, he twisted the door knob and slowly opened it.
Drake found himself standing in front of a big-ass clitoris and when I mean ‘big-ass’, I mean steroid-taking-porn-star size. He stood there, half-amazed, half-confused. What in the world is a humungous clitoris doing in my house?!? He noticed that the clitoris had been pierced through and that the weird metallic noise was actually coming from the ball bearing hitting the floor because of the clitoris’ erratic throbbing.
“You look surprised.” Drake turned around searching for the source of the voice he had just heard.
“Who is that?” he asked. “Is that you Macho Man?”
“Macho Man?!? It’s me! The clit, asshole!” the giant appendage responded. “I hate it when people associate my voice with Macho Man.”
“Okay… a giant clit who sounds like a wrestler. Now, I’ve seen everything.” Drake told himself.
“No, you haven’t. Wait until you meet my cousins. Twins. D-sized boobs with dog-faced nipples.” touchéd the clit.
Drake still couldn’t believe what he was seeing and hearing. I really should cut down on the cinnamon apple weed.
All of a sudden, something started growing out on the front of the clit. An appendage on an appendage? Now this is starting to get fucking weird! Drake noticed that what was growing was also starting to form a face. Slowly, the face’s features became clearer and clearer. Drake squinted his eyes, excited but at the same time, afraid of whose face it would turn out to be.
“Tito?!?” Drake shouted.
What in the world is Tito’s face doing on a clit? “Hiya, Drake! It’s actually Clito” the thing greeted while bobbing up and down in rhythmic unison with the clit’s throbbing.
And that was when Drake’s eyes got nearly blinded by the light of the shining armor. Yes, the thing dangling in the thing is actually an armor that is shining so bright that made the eyes so big and wide.
And Drake said, “Mama, I have not seen an armor so shining like that one dangling attached on a thing”.
Then Mama said, “Wake up you little Drako, you are just dreaming. Stop staring my adam’s apple with your eyes closed.”
So there you go. The “Clit” is actually the adams apple of Drake’s Mom. After realizing everything, Drake tried to catch the quick brown fox that jumped over the lazy dogs. But wait, there’s more…continue reading and you’ll get an extra wasted second. So that is why the quick brown jumps over the lazy fox dog. And they live happily ever after.
6/24/08
Buying Cars Through Online Auctions: Worth It or Not?
by C.B. Villares
Online car auctions have given used automobiles a second chance to an infinite number of consumers worldwide. Over a million of cars are sold every year, reaching customers across borders—minus the hassle plus excellent service and satisfaction. With just a simple click, you may choose from a vast number of used cars that suit both your wants and needs which are cheaper than usual; you dictate the price! Auto auctions online may just be on top of the ranks in efficiently delivering your choice of pre-owned vehicles worth every penny.
But where exactly could you find used cars that are still reliable, economical, and good in quality and condition?
Japan’s used vehicle exporting is a global business that steps up to answer and meet the expectations of the rising number of car buyers online. Almost good as new, pre-owned vehicles exported from Japan are no more than six years old with less than 100,000 kilometers of covered mileage. Why so?
High depreciation rates and meticulous road tests of Japanese vehicles make its value decline after only several years. Although vehicle disposal is available for devalued cars, it is rather expensive for average car owners. This situation gave rise to online car auctions and export business—a profitable and beneficial option for pre-owners and a practical, cheaper alternative for car buyers.
It is important to note, however, that a growing number of Japanese used car dealers and exporters online offer practical and cheaper alternatives. Most of these car dealers have grown to become worldwide exporters while others are single entrepreneurs who run their own business. Established car dealers may give you secure and reliable business deals while small dealers have relatively smaller overheads which translates to less dealer fees. But trust is always yours to give, and companies could only earn that trust through reliable and quality service.
One company that has earned the trust of customers on over 80 countries on six continents is IBC Japan. A world leader in the vehicle export industry, IBC Japan offers a variety of online export services of the best pre-owned car makes such as Toyota, Nissan, Mazda, Mitsubishi, Honda, Isuzu, Daihatsu, and Subaru. European and US car makes are also available from inventory, along with original left-hand drive vehicles straight from the USA. Singapore, Thailand, and Korea: all these at very competitive and reasonable prices.
IBC Japan’s interactive website is also very flexible and allows customers to conveniently search specific criteria of Japanese used cars such as make, model, and price range. Search results come in a thumbnail format complete with vehicle specs, description, and grading. More importantly, IBC Japan has a customer service center that serves customers 24 hours a day, seven days a week to answer any inquiries and attend to concerns.
Now back to the question in hand, “Is it worth to buy used cars through online auctions?” Well it is, but only if you are dealing with the right dealer.
Online car auctions have given used automobiles a second chance to an infinite number of consumers worldwide. Over a million of cars are sold every year, reaching customers across borders—minus the hassle plus excellent service and satisfaction. With just a simple click, you may choose from a vast number of used cars that suit both your wants and needs which are cheaper than usual; you dictate the price! Auto auctions online may just be on top of the ranks in efficiently delivering your choice of pre-owned vehicles worth every penny.
But where exactly could you find used cars that are still reliable, economical, and good in quality and condition?
Japan’s used vehicle exporting is a global business that steps up to answer and meet the expectations of the rising number of car buyers online. Almost good as new, pre-owned vehicles exported from Japan are no more than six years old with less than 100,000 kilometers of covered mileage. Why so?
High depreciation rates and meticulous road tests of Japanese vehicles make its value decline after only several years. Although vehicle disposal is available for devalued cars, it is rather expensive for average car owners. This situation gave rise to online car auctions and export business—a profitable and beneficial option for pre-owners and a practical, cheaper alternative for car buyers.
It is important to note, however, that a growing number of Japanese used car dealers and exporters online offer practical and cheaper alternatives. Most of these car dealers have grown to become worldwide exporters while others are single entrepreneurs who run their own business. Established car dealers may give you secure and reliable business deals while small dealers have relatively smaller overheads which translates to less dealer fees. But trust is always yours to give, and companies could only earn that trust through reliable and quality service.
One company that has earned the trust of customers on over 80 countries on six continents is IBC Japan. A world leader in the vehicle export industry, IBC Japan offers a variety of online export services of the best pre-owned car makes such as Toyota, Nissan, Mazda, Mitsubishi, Honda, Isuzu, Daihatsu, and Subaru. European and US car makes are also available from inventory, along with original left-hand drive vehicles straight from the USA. Singapore, Thailand, and Korea: all these at very competitive and reasonable prices.
IBC Japan’s interactive website is also very flexible and allows customers to conveniently search specific criteria of Japanese used cars such as make, model, and price range. Search results come in a thumbnail format complete with vehicle specs, description, and grading. More importantly, IBC Japan has a customer service center that serves customers 24 hours a day, seven days a week to answer any inquiries and attend to concerns.
Now back to the question in hand, “Is it worth to buy used cars through online auctions?” Well it is, but only if you are dealing with the right dealer.
6/23/08
Guide to Buying Japanese Used Cars
If you have chosen to purchase a Japanese used vehicle from a Japanese used vehicle importer, distributor, or exporter, you have already made an intelligent move. You will be able to obtain a vehicle that is almost as good as new, sans the depreciation that affects new car buyers as soon as they pay for the car. Japanese used cars — even those that are only one year old -- are 20 to 30 percent cheaper than new cars. But there are other good reasons to buy a used Japanese vehicle:
The reasons to avoid used cars — lack of reliability and the expense of repairs —are not issues anymore. Consider these advantages:
Everyone looking to buy a used Japanese vehicle will first consider price, then quality, buying convenience, and reliable customer service. With these in mind, buyers are most certainly assured to enjoy all these by buying online from a used Japanese vehicle exporter like IBC Japan.
IBC Japan offers some of the best Japanese used car makes such as Toyota, Nissan, Mazda, Mitsubishi, Honda, Nissan, Mitsubishi, Isuzu, Daihatsu, and Subaru. Aside from this, European and US car makes are also available from inventory, along with original left-hand drive vehicles straight from the USA, Singapore, Thailand, and Korea: all these at very competitive and reasonable prices.
IBC Japan’s interactive website is also very flexible and allows customers to conveniently search specific criteria of Japanese used cars such as make, model, and price range. Search results come in a thumbnail format complete with vehicle specs, description, and grading. More importantly, IBC Japan has a customer service center that serves customers 24 hours a day, seven days a week to answer any inquiries and attend to concerns.
- Buying a used car gives you luxury so you can afford a model which is “loaded” or has more accessories.
- Some used vehicles bought already include insurance.
- Bigger bargains are possible for the smart shopper.
The reasons to avoid used cars — lack of reliability and the expense of repairs —are not issues anymore. Consider these advantages:
- Japanese used cars are the most reliable compared to other makes.
- Some Japanese used cars that are bought from Japanese used car exporters are still under the factory warranty.
- Most new vehicle makers now sell certified used cars, which include warranties.
- The history of a Japanese used car can easily be traced using the Vehicle Identification Number (VIN number).
- Buying Japanese used cars is now very convenient; in fact, you can even get one easily by buying online from a reliable and reputable Japanese vehicle exporter like IBC Japan.
Everyone looking to buy a used Japanese vehicle will first consider price, then quality, buying convenience, and reliable customer service. With these in mind, buyers are most certainly assured to enjoy all these by buying online from a used Japanese vehicle exporter like IBC Japan.
IBC Japan offers some of the best Japanese used car makes such as Toyota, Nissan, Mazda, Mitsubishi, Honda, Nissan, Mitsubishi, Isuzu, Daihatsu, and Subaru. Aside from this, European and US car makes are also available from inventory, along with original left-hand drive vehicles straight from the USA, Singapore, Thailand, and Korea: all these at very competitive and reasonable prices.
IBC Japan’s interactive website is also very flexible and allows customers to conveniently search specific criteria of Japanese used cars such as make, model, and price range. Search results come in a thumbnail format complete with vehicle specs, description, and grading. More importantly, IBC Japan has a customer service center that serves customers 24 hours a day, seven days a week to answer any inquiries and attend to concerns.
6/20/08
Can you Trust your Online Used Car Dealer?
Do not settle for mediocre service from unscrupulous used car dealers. Even though there are plenty of fraudulent dealers on the net, there are a few used car dealers with proven track records. One such car dealer site I suggest is IBC Japan. I have compiled a few of the important points they offer. Give them a try; hopefully, it will shorten your search for the one you can trust.
The company offers the widest selection of Japanese used cars to customers in America, Africa, Middle East, Europe, and Asia. Whether you are a local buyer or from far-off region, IBC Japan can reach you through its regional distribution centers located in Australia, New Zealand, United Kingdom, South America, Africa, and Florida.
All used vehicles are sourced directly from Japan, so whatever you are looking for – be it sedans, trucks, sports cars, or SUVs – you get access to lots of choices, all with complete details.
Free membership sign up allows you to access vehicles from various sources – stocks from IBC Japan Inventory, stocks held in Japan auctions, or IBC Japan’s own online auctions. You can even specify the vehicle you want and IBC will find it for you. IBC Japan has pool of Customer Service Representatives to answer your inquiries 24/7 via email, IBC Chat, Skype, or phone. They have comprehensive vehicle appraisals. All cars pass stringent vehicle checks and inspections, and are graded for your guidance.
While the Internet makes searches for used car dealers easy and convenient, the unrestrained emergence of fraud teaches us to take better precautions. It is wise to be vigilant in choosing only those with proven track records. Going through dealer’s vehicle appraisal systems and terms of trade, reading reviews and feedbacks are just some of the ways to scrutinize a dealer’s reliability. So choose carefully.
Visit IBC Japan at http://www.ibcjapan.co.jp for more details.
The company offers the widest selection of Japanese used cars to customers in America, Africa, Middle East, Europe, and Asia. Whether you are a local buyer or from far-off region, IBC Japan can reach you through its regional distribution centers located in Australia, New Zealand, United Kingdom, South America, Africa, and Florida.
All used vehicles are sourced directly from Japan, so whatever you are looking for – be it sedans, trucks, sports cars, or SUVs – you get access to lots of choices, all with complete details.
Free membership sign up allows you to access vehicles from various sources – stocks from IBC Japan Inventory, stocks held in Japan auctions, or IBC Japan’s own online auctions. You can even specify the vehicle you want and IBC will find it for you. IBC Japan has pool of Customer Service Representatives to answer your inquiries 24/7 via email, IBC Chat, Skype, or phone. They have comprehensive vehicle appraisals. All cars pass stringent vehicle checks and inspections, and are graded for your guidance.
While the Internet makes searches for used car dealers easy and convenient, the unrestrained emergence of fraud teaches us to take better precautions. It is wise to be vigilant in choosing only those with proven track records. Going through dealer’s vehicle appraisal systems and terms of trade, reading reviews and feedbacks are just some of the ways to scrutinize a dealer’s reliability. So choose carefully.
Visit IBC Japan at http://www.ibcjapan.co.jp for more details.
not my lucky day..
My alarm went out at 6AM sharp. My conscious mind keeps telling my lazy body to get up and get ready for work. But my hand seemed to have a mind of its own, keep turning my alarm off every time it rings. At 6:30 my head feels heavy. My entire body aches. I have difficulty swallowing. And I'm feeling slightly hot. So, I had another doze or two. 7:30... 8:00.. 8:30 and finally decided to take a half day off.
1:25PM and I'm off to work. I took a cab and along the way it rained, cats and dogs. Too bad I didn't bring my umbrella or a sweater. I was just hoping it would stop when I arrive, or at least slows down... but unfortunately, it didn't. I got out of the cab, ran as fast as I could towards the entrance of the building. But it's no use.. I'm soaked. Rain waters dripping from my wet hair to my already wet shirt. My body's felt heavier and heavier. I'm starting to feel warm... Shit! I'm having fever again. I sat down in my chair, feeling dizzy and cold. I asked my colleague if I could borrow her sweater and said yes. So I took off my shirt and put the sweater on. Everything’s good now, well I thought it would…
3:30PM and still not feeling well. I went to the pantry, filled my mug with hot choco and put it in the microwave to make it more hot. While on my way to my seat, I stopped to have a chitchat with a friend and all of a sudden one of my officemates accidentally bumped me, leaving my super-duper-hot choco thrown all over me. Unlucky me, huh?! I rushed to the women’s room to wash it away at least.
Haaay life.. I should have taken the rest of the day off and STAYED HOME.
6/12/08
What dreams are made of..
I have a house mate before who knows how to interpret dreams. Every time I have dreams, I would tell her the whole story then she tells me the meaning of it. I have this funny dream which I could still vividly remember. It goes like this..
I was in the jungle (I thought I was, at first). Huge trees were everywhere, vines hanging from branches to branches that look like exotic curtains. I and my friends were crawling into a big hole that looks like giant crab hole. At first, I have no idea why we’re doing it. We kept on crawling and crawling. I was the first in line. Suddenly, I felt there’s something moving in there, moving in our direction. I stopped, not taking my gaze away from the dark portion of the hole. As the moving entity became closer and closer, I saw a long, glossy scaled skin thing with a pair of beaming red eyes. Shit! A gigantic snake’s crawling towards us! I screamed! Screaming to the others to backed off! We hurriedly got our asses away from that venomous snake. When we were outside, swarms of bees were attacking us. We ran towards the lake (which was probably around a few meters away from the hole, I didn’t realized it was there until we went out from the hole). The giant snake wasn’t after us anymore, but the bees were. We hid underwater for minutes, using a long straw-like thing to breathe in the surface. (Remember My Girl movie? That’s the exact picture of the lake and everything. Well minus the snake of course.) If you want to know, where we got it that straw thing? I have no idea; it’s just there, in an instant. Hehe
A couple of minutes later, we got out from the water. The bees were gone. When we were in the ground, I noticed all of us were dressed in cargo pants and black shirts printed with four-letter acronym at the back. The print says S.W.A.T. (Remember SWAT? That’s exactly it.. hehe). We’re walking in the jungle, with muddy boots, weapons in our hands, grenades in belts. Then, we saw an old house somewhere in the forest. The house happened to be our ancestral home. By the time we reached the house, the backdrop changed. We’re now in our province in Davao. Again, snakes were everywhere, of different sizes and colors. (you’ve seen Anaconda?) We kept on shooting them, killing as many as we can. They’re pestering the town. Many people have died because of numerous snakes attacked. Its like human became their primary prey. And that’s our mission—to end that menace. I happened to be the leader of the crew. As I looked around, looking for the rest of my team, I was shocked by the head counts. It trimmed down from 10, to 5. I saw it right in front of my eyes when a huge snake appeared and swallowed one of my men whole. I was so desperate to save him; I shot it, threw grenade on it but its no use. I tried to chase the snake but my crew stopped me. Because of that, I went hysterical. I was so mad. So mad that all the doubts, all the fears inside me melted away. I didn’t care if I’ll die there. I didn’t care if I get eaten by those damned snakes. There’s only one thing in my mind, and that’s to KILL THEM ALL. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM!
A huge snake was chasing us (there were two of us left, by that time. I don’t know what happened to the rest). We kept on running, passing familiar houses (we’re still in Davao, remember?). I was leading him (the one left with my team was a guy, I don’t know his name, at first, but I’m sure I’ve seen him somewhere) towards a narrow alley in between houses. There were blockades made of thin-squared wires. There’s a paved deep-well, too. We’re still running towards the narrow alley when a snake appeared in front of us and again, yes, it swallowed the last of my crew! While still in the snake’s large mouth, he struggled to get out of there. He fought the snake so hard, and they fell into the well. Well, I thought they did. I ran into the well as quickly as I could. There they were, clutching their selves to death. His right hand holding the army knife stabbed vertically at the snake’s lengthy neck while his left hand dreadfully grasping the top of the well. He was shouting at me to kill them both. I held his hand. I held it as much as I could, pulling him out. I wanted to save him. I could never forgive myself if another soul rests in my hands. I thought of every ways I could to save him. I was running out of time. His hand was slipping with mine. Just in time, a local town’s man appeared handing a jungle bolo over to me. I slit the snake’s neck, so I could free his body from the snake’s throat. The man helped me pulled his body out of the well. His body was covered with slimy thing from the throat of that beast. Indeed, I saved him. End of our mission.
Though our mission had ended, my dream didn’t stop just there. Hehe.. Honestly! So we went back to our headquarters located in the middle of a super-duper wide baseball-like field. There were army camps everywhere. There’s a group of soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms marching in circles. There were tanks, men carrying mortars, trucks loaded with soldiers ready to deploy in battles (like from a scene of Saving Private Ryan ) and there were us. In our camp, we’re celebrating the victory of the mission we just had. I don’t know, but I received pats at the back from a couple of men (of higher ranks because of the number of badges, pins and stars they have in their uniforms) who showed up. Giving me praises, and stuff.. you know.. I thought there were only two of us left from that mission but when I went outside, my whole crew were all there! Waiting for me! Funny, huh?! Hehehe.. The guy I saved from that snake in the well? Well, he thanked me for what I did. He was wearing a cargo pants, black belt, and army boots. And..hmmm.. nothing on top, only his dog tag. I couldn’t help but stare in his bare muscular chest, broad shoulders, fine biceps.. I always knew he looks so so so familiar but I didn’t know where I’ve seen him before, not yet. Its probably from my other dreams, which I prefer not to talk about. Hehe.. or it could be somewhere else. So back to where I was, my gazing pleasures were halted when he said something. He was saying we were asked to go to the General’s office for another mission. Oh well, I thought it was something else. And so we did.
After we got the details of our so-called mission, we went inside an extra-huge gazebo. By the time we’re already inside it, I noticed it wasn’t just a gazebo. It was a giant spaceship; a super-huge space shuttle packed with so many people from that town where we just had our mission. Now it turned out that it was the General who’s behind all of the killings. The snakes and all. It was all his idea. We were used, and we didn’t have any single clue of it. The last thing he wanted was to bring all these people to outer space and detonate the bomb planted in the shuttle. He wanted us to kill all these people. I tried to argue about the General’s order. We all did. We didn’t have any choice. Its either we’ll do it, or we’ll die too, with them. And so, we carried the mission, but me and my men agreed to sabotage the it. The plan? Once we were in space, we’ll try to search for the bomb and deactivate it. Then we’ll bring all the people somewhere else, anywhere far from the General’s wrath.
The shuttle took off. I was so anxious, worried that we might not able to save them. I couldn’t think straight. I took a seat, then stood up, walked a couple of steps, and then back to my seat again. The guy ahead of me told me to relax. I didn’t look at him, but I know he’s the guys I saved earlier. I was seated behind him clutching my sweaty hands, he looked at smiling and said, “Ok ra ka? (Are you okay?)”. I looked at him this time, and in an instant, I recognized who he was. That’s why he looked very familiar. The guy was no other than TOM WELLING…
I was in the jungle (I thought I was, at first). Huge trees were everywhere, vines hanging from branches to branches that look like exotic curtains. I and my friends were crawling into a big hole that looks like giant crab hole. At first, I have no idea why we’re doing it. We kept on crawling and crawling. I was the first in line. Suddenly, I felt there’s something moving in there, moving in our direction. I stopped, not taking my gaze away from the dark portion of the hole. As the moving entity became closer and closer, I saw a long, glossy scaled skin thing with a pair of beaming red eyes. Shit! A gigantic snake’s crawling towards us! I screamed! Screaming to the others to backed off! We hurriedly got our asses away from that venomous snake. When we were outside, swarms of bees were attacking us. We ran towards the lake (which was probably around a few meters away from the hole, I didn’t realized it was there until we went out from the hole). The giant snake wasn’t after us anymore, but the bees were. We hid underwater for minutes, using a long straw-like thing to breathe in the surface. (Remember My Girl movie? That’s the exact picture of the lake and everything. Well minus the snake of course.) If you want to know, where we got it that straw thing? I have no idea; it’s just there, in an instant. Hehe
A couple of minutes later, we got out from the water. The bees were gone. When we were in the ground, I noticed all of us were dressed in cargo pants and black shirts printed with four-letter acronym at the back. The print says S.W.A.T. (Remember SWAT? That’s exactly it.. hehe). We’re walking in the jungle, with muddy boots, weapons in our hands, grenades in belts. Then, we saw an old house somewhere in the forest. The house happened to be our ancestral home. By the time we reached the house, the backdrop changed. We’re now in our province in Davao. Again, snakes were everywhere, of different sizes and colors. (you’ve seen Anaconda?) We kept on shooting them, killing as many as we can. They’re pestering the town. Many people have died because of numerous snakes attacked. Its like human became their primary prey. And that’s our mission—to end that menace. I happened to be the leader of the crew. As I looked around, looking for the rest of my team, I was shocked by the head counts. It trimmed down from 10, to 5. I saw it right in front of my eyes when a huge snake appeared and swallowed one of my men whole. I was so desperate to save him; I shot it, threw grenade on it but its no use. I tried to chase the snake but my crew stopped me. Because of that, I went hysterical. I was so mad. So mad that all the doubts, all the fears inside me melted away. I didn’t care if I’ll die there. I didn’t care if I get eaten by those damned snakes. There’s only one thing in my mind, and that’s to KILL THEM ALL. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM!
A huge snake was chasing us (there were two of us left, by that time. I don’t know what happened to the rest). We kept on running, passing familiar houses (we’re still in Davao, remember?). I was leading him (the one left with my team was a guy, I don’t know his name, at first, but I’m sure I’ve seen him somewhere) towards a narrow alley in between houses. There were blockades made of thin-squared wires. There’s a paved deep-well, too. We’re still running towards the narrow alley when a snake appeared in front of us and again, yes, it swallowed the last of my crew! While still in the snake’s large mouth, he struggled to get out of there. He fought the snake so hard, and they fell into the well. Well, I thought they did. I ran into the well as quickly as I could. There they were, clutching their selves to death. His right hand holding the army knife stabbed vertically at the snake’s lengthy neck while his left hand dreadfully grasping the top of the well. He was shouting at me to kill them both. I held his hand. I held it as much as I could, pulling him out. I wanted to save him. I could never forgive myself if another soul rests in my hands. I thought of every ways I could to save him. I was running out of time. His hand was slipping with mine. Just in time, a local town’s man appeared handing a jungle bolo over to me. I slit the snake’s neck, so I could free his body from the snake’s throat. The man helped me pulled his body out of the well. His body was covered with slimy thing from the throat of that beast. Indeed, I saved him. End of our mission.
Though our mission had ended, my dream didn’t stop just there. Hehe.. Honestly! So we went back to our headquarters located in the middle of a super-duper wide baseball-like field. There were army camps everywhere. There’s a group of soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms marching in circles. There were tanks, men carrying mortars, trucks loaded with soldiers ready to deploy in battles (like from a scene of Saving Private Ryan ) and there were us. In our camp, we’re celebrating the victory of the mission we just had. I don’t know, but I received pats at the back from a couple of men (of higher ranks because of the number of badges, pins and stars they have in their uniforms) who showed up. Giving me praises, and stuff.. you know.. I thought there were only two of us left from that mission but when I went outside, my whole crew were all there! Waiting for me! Funny, huh?! Hehehe.. The guy I saved from that snake in the well? Well, he thanked me for what I did. He was wearing a cargo pants, black belt, and army boots. And..hmmm.. nothing on top, only his dog tag. I couldn’t help but stare in his bare muscular chest, broad shoulders, fine biceps.. I always knew he looks so so so familiar but I didn’t know where I’ve seen him before, not yet. Its probably from my other dreams, which I prefer not to talk about. Hehe.. or it could be somewhere else. So back to where I was, my gazing pleasures were halted when he said something. He was saying we were asked to go to the General’s office for another mission. Oh well, I thought it was something else. And so we did.
After we got the details of our so-called mission, we went inside an extra-huge gazebo. By the time we’re already inside it, I noticed it wasn’t just a gazebo. It was a giant spaceship; a super-huge space shuttle packed with so many people from that town where we just had our mission. Now it turned out that it was the General who’s behind all of the killings. The snakes and all. It was all his idea. We were used, and we didn’t have any single clue of it. The last thing he wanted was to bring all these people to outer space and detonate the bomb planted in the shuttle. He wanted us to kill all these people. I tried to argue about the General’s order. We all did. We didn’t have any choice. Its either we’ll do it, or we’ll die too, with them. And so, we carried the mission, but me and my men agreed to sabotage the it. The plan? Once we were in space, we’ll try to search for the bomb and deactivate it. Then we’ll bring all the people somewhere else, anywhere far from the General’s wrath.
The shuttle took off. I was so anxious, worried that we might not able to save them. I couldn’t think straight. I took a seat, then stood up, walked a couple of steps, and then back to my seat again. The guy ahead of me told me to relax. I didn’t look at him, but I know he’s the guys I saved earlier. I was seated behind him clutching my sweaty hands, he looked at smiling and said, “Ok ra ka? (Are you okay?)”. I looked at him this time, and in an instant, I recognized who he was. That’s why he looked very familiar. The guy was no other than TOM WELLING…
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