Current System Configuration: In, but not of this world
Earworms:
Canta per Me by Yuki Kajiura (from the anime Noir)
Sustenance:
[Breakfast] Chicken nuggets, kesong puti and garlic rice
[Lunch] Footlong hotdog with coleslaw
[Dinner] Tokyo Tokyo's Beef Misono Big Plate. Veggies + yakisoba + potato balls. Also some California Maki on the side.
[Coffee] Homebrew coffee and a grande mocha frappuccino with valencia syrup. Double blended, as usual.
Current Read:
-None right now. Halfway through Inkheart, but had to stop due to grades being due
I am not of this time.
The people sitting in the coffee shop around me do not realize that my forebears had never even tasted the rich, dark, nerve-boosting drink that they sip in such a carefree manner. They titter endlessly, unmindful of the carnage that other men like me once had to wade through. I wield my pen as a sword, furiously slashing grades into the papers stacked before me.
†††
canta per me ne addio
quel dolce suono
de' passati giorni
mi sempre rammenta
†††
A young woman, dressed in pristine white, reaches around her lover. Like her, he is immaculately-clad. They embrace and whisper intimate things. Something pierces my chest, a burning arrow. There is no lady who prays for my safe return. There is no delicate glove in my helmet. The white of my cloak has been caked in the mire of the battlefield, in the black blood of eviscerated lusts.
†††
la vita dell'amore
dilette del cor mio
o felice, tu anima mia
canta addagio...
†††
The Master takes the arrow in His hand and breaks it. The splinters pierce His palm, and His blood flows as he pulls the barb out. His blood mingles with mine as He bandages my wound with a scrap from His own robe. He straps my breastplate back on and presses into my hand the Sword of His Spirit.
†††
tempra la cetra e canta
il inno di morte
a noi si schiude il ciel
volano al raggio
†††
I clench my teeth as the lady's legs shift. Turning my eyes away, I tighten my grip on the weapon. The Sword of the Spirit--Light and balanced, keen and adamantine. It calls out to me. I heed. I lower my visor once more and charge back into the fray, a battlehymn rising in my heart. Another lust falls, its vile entrails splattering at my feet. The heel of my boot comes down, crushing its skull.
†††
la vita dell'amore
dilette del cor mio
o felice, tu anima mia
canta addio...
†††
I fight on, for I am not of this world. This age may claim my body, but my soul sings for the Ages of Power--Ages long past, Ages that shall return.
#0818AD20062026
Your Black Lion
(Italian lyrics from Canta Per Me by Yuki Kajiura)
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Friday, August 18, 2006
Friday, July 07, 2006
Plastered, hammered and gone
Current System Configuration: Totally exhausted
Earworms:
-The Seven Angels from Tobias Sammet's Avantasia: The Metal Opera [Power/Epic Metal]. Can't get enough of this song. 14 minutes of sheer epic quality.
-Rise Up by Freedom Call [Power Metal] Something to help spur my tired spirit on.
-Worth It All by Disciple [Christian Rock] Excellent Christian rock song. Disciple is a must for any believer who sings a new song
Sustenance:
[Breakfast] Chocolate oatmeal
[Lunch] Homemade burger steak in mushroom gravy with buttered rice.
[Dinner] Grilled cheese sandwich
[Coffee] Homemade mocha
Current Read:
-Wormwood by G.P. Taylor (Too wasted to read it right now)
To my dismay, I've missed almost an entire week's worth of working out. I've been squeezing my brain working on the lesson module for our next series of grammar lessons, and doing so has not been kind to my sleep schedule. More than once this week I had only been kept awake by caffeine and the grace of God. Today was the worst by far.
I usually enjoy having three classes in succession---I don't forget to say anything in the later classes and I don't do anything for the rest of the day. However, today's lecture was particularly heavy and two of the classes were interrupted by the quake drill we had. As such, I had to cram all my points into the truncated periods. It took quite an effort especially since this lecture required a lot of energy.
The quake drills were not very successful. It took longer than expected to take everyone out of the building, and had it collapsed, certain sections would have perished. <_< style="font-style: italic;">The Seven Angels, some weird lyrics came to mind.
Chorus
We are the Seven
Judgment of Heaven
Why don't we know? We are the angels!
It's revelation, soul castigation!
Fire will burn us away!
My version:
We are the Crammers!
Struggling learners!
Why can't you tell? We're Pisay students!
It's vegetation, procrastination!
Midnight oil burning away!
Ending Coda
You've been fighting for your soul
And sometimes it takes a toll
Hope one day you'll understand
What it means to hold in hand
What they call a fantasy
It is nothing but a key
To the world that now you're in
That they call a wicked dream!
When you're walking on your own
And you think you're all alone
You may feel us from inside
From the other side of LIFE!
My Version:
You've been struggling for your grade
And sometimes your nerves get frayed
Hope one day you'll understand
What it means to hold in hand
What they call Acuity,
It is more than just a key
To the future of your soul
To your glorious destiny!
When your strength is all but gone
And you just can't get that "One"
Call Him and He'll hear your cry,
Rise on eagle's wings and FLY!
Fatigued and drowsy,
Your Black Lion.
Earworms:
-The Seven Angels from Tobias Sammet's Avantasia: The Metal Opera [Power/Epic Metal]. Can't get enough of this song. 14 minutes of sheer epic quality.
-Rise Up by Freedom Call [Power Metal] Something to help spur my tired spirit on.
-Worth It All by Disciple [Christian Rock] Excellent Christian rock song. Disciple is a must for any believer who sings a new song
Sustenance:
[Breakfast] Chocolate oatmeal
[Lunch] Homemade burger steak in mushroom gravy with buttered rice.
[Dinner] Grilled cheese sandwich
[Coffee] Homemade mocha
Current Read:
-Wormwood by G.P. Taylor (Too wasted to read it right now)
To my dismay, I've missed almost an entire week's worth of working out. I've been squeezing my brain working on the lesson module for our next series of grammar lessons, and doing so has not been kind to my sleep schedule. More than once this week I had only been kept awake by caffeine and the grace of God. Today was the worst by far.
I usually enjoy having three classes in succession---I don't forget to say anything in the later classes and I don't do anything for the rest of the day. However, today's lecture was particularly heavy and two of the classes were interrupted by the quake drill we had. As such, I had to cram all my points into the truncated periods. It took quite an effort especially since this lecture required a lot of energy.
The quake drills were not very successful. It took longer than expected to take everyone out of the building, and had it collapsed, certain sections would have perished. <_< style="font-style: italic;">The Seven Angels, some weird lyrics came to mind.
Chorus
We are the Seven
Judgment of Heaven
Why don't we know? We are the angels!
It's revelation, soul castigation!
Fire will burn us away!
My version:
We are the Crammers!
Struggling learners!
Why can't you tell? We're Pisay students!
It's vegetation, procrastination!
Midnight oil burning away!
Ending Coda
You've been fighting for your soul
And sometimes it takes a toll
Hope one day you'll understand
What it means to hold in hand
What they call a fantasy
It is nothing but a key
To the world that now you're in
That they call a wicked dream!
When you're walking on your own
And you think you're all alone
You may feel us from inside
From the other side of LIFE!
My Version:
You've been struggling for your grade
And sometimes your nerves get frayed
Hope one day you'll understand
What it means to hold in hand
What they call Acuity,
It is more than just a key
To the future of your soul
To your glorious destiny!
When your strength is all but gone
And you just can't get that "One"
Call Him and He'll hear your cry,
Rise on eagle's wings and FLY!
Fatigued and drowsy,
Your Black Lion.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Work, work. D:
Current System Configuration: Warcraft Orc Peon Voice: Ready to work~
Earworms:
-Agnus Dei by Michael W. Smith. Agnus Dei means "Lamb of God" in Latin. A stirring ballad of worship.(This is different from the Latin Agnus Dei hymn)
-Shine On by Freedom Call. I really, really love orchestral power metal. It's fast and powerful, and the vocals are done by people who can actually sing. This song's lyrics are a prayer to the Savior.
Earworms:
-Agnus Dei by Michael W. Smith. Agnus Dei means "Lamb of God" in Latin. A stirring ballad of worship.(This is different from the Latin Agnus Dei hymn)
-Shine On by Freedom Call. I really, really love orchestral power metal. It's fast and powerful, and the vocals are done by people who can actually sing. This song's lyrics are a prayer to the Savior.
Shine on, starlight!
Savior comes from somewhere
Ride on, guardian!
Take us back where eagles dare!
Savior comes from somewhere
Ride on, guardian!
Take us back where eagles dare!
Breakfast: Samosa
Lunch: Chicken al Pesto @ Chef D'Angelo
Dinner: Homemade Amazing Aloha D:
Okay, I don't really have much to say this time. Work's starting again tomorrow, and my students from batch 09 already know their respective sections. I've been trying to finish my readings for the Creative Writing class, but I couldn't find one of my key source books. Good thing I was able to borrow it from a college classmate. (Thanks Carla! :D)
I've also been going through my dusty archives of ancient scrolls (i.e., essays, stories and plays I wrote for classes in college), and I discovered a nonfic piece that I really enjoyed writing (and surprisingly, enjoyed editing as well). It was about what happened to me one night when I was on my way home from watching a ballet at CCP. I got lost in Quiapo, which scared me half to death. It's a really creepy place at night.
....urgh, I feel so stupid. My thoughts are incoherent due to mechanical work (retyping stories WITHOUT editing, as to preserve the mistakes that could've been taken out by edition), so I can barely say something here for more than one paragraph. Maybe next week, I'll be more coherent.
Before I go, check this out:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/34027219/
It's a new and improved Aslan x Rynn pic. I actually had to reupload it a bunch of times to add the personal seal thing and edit Rynn's left eye (right in the pic) because she looked cross-eyed. If you're also a Deviant, please full view and comment! Thanks.
Lunch: Chicken al Pesto @ Chef D'Angelo
Dinner: Homemade Amazing Aloha D:
Okay, I don't really have much to say this time. Work's starting again tomorrow, and my students from batch 09 already know their respective sections. I've been trying to finish my readings for the Creative Writing class, but I couldn't find one of my key source books. Good thing I was able to borrow it from a college classmate. (Thanks Carla! :D)
I've also been going through my dusty archives of ancient scrolls (i.e., essays, stories and plays I wrote for classes in college), and I discovered a nonfic piece that I really enjoyed writing (and surprisingly, enjoyed editing as well). It was about what happened to me one night when I was on my way home from watching a ballet at CCP. I got lost in Quiapo, which scared me half to death. It's a really creepy place at night.
....urgh, I feel so stupid. My thoughts are incoherent due to mechanical work (retyping stories WITHOUT editing, as to preserve the mistakes that could've been taken out by edition), so I can barely say something here for more than one paragraph. Maybe next week, I'll be more coherent.
Before I go, check this out:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/34027219/
It's a new and improved Aslan x Rynn pic. I actually had to reupload it a bunch of times to add the personal seal thing and edit Rynn's left eye (right in the pic) because she looked cross-eyed. If you're also a Deviant, please full view and comment! Thanks.
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