tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41973183880458596232024-02-06T21:59:49.237-08:00The Walking ParadoxDadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-4496428799072406882018-08-05T07:52:00.001-07:002018-08-05T07:52:34.064-07:00Dear Reader: Detach Me From Reality<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Oh please please take me far away from here. Take me somewhere where I'm surrounded by lush green trees while clenching the rough edgy stones with my fists. <b>I want to run. I need to run. I need an escape. I deserve an escape. </b>Oh dear earthquake, shatter this ground and take me away from this daily solitary routine. How can life be defined by staying inside a big box with doors and windows? How will these four corners make me feel alive and kicking? Work is of the essence but somehow we just have that occasional thug inside us to let loose and return to our primary roots.<br /><br />Life should be lived out on the open field, under the vast blue sky, embracing sunshine’s warmth, shivering under rain showers, leaping from a rock to another, rolling over the green green grass, swimming in seas and oceans. There are beasts within each and every one of us. We can run like gazelles all throughout the horizon, be a beast and fight like jungle lions, pound the ground like big grumpy elephants. Some of us may even be dolphins living life carefree, or be silly like a bunch of monkeys having the time of their lives. But one thing is for certain, if only we have wings, then without a doubt we will be like eagles soaring the brazen skies.<br /><br />Life has so much to offer than the confines of an office, answering calls and providing solutions, absorbing other people’s anger and frustrations. Stress is a huge boulder I cast upon my shoulders. A breakdown is not too far from where I am right now. Bearing it alone is not possible. A friend may come but soon they’ll pass. And in my quaint bedroom moments I cry, somehow it eases the pain. <b>In tough cases screaming helps, find a rooftop and scream all you want. But rest assured most of the time ice cream never fails. </b></span></div>
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Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-72797629395028014672014-11-06T04:03:00.000-08:002018-08-05T07:28:45.007-07:00The Price Of Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22.3125px;">To economists and business people “Time is money”. Life in general doesn’t seem that way. Finding money nowadays could be difficult but there are ways to earn it. Here are the facts: There are jobs all over the world. Businesses are sprouting in every corner. There are foundations and charities pledged to help people in need. Money can be obtained in various ways but the possibilities of extending time cannot be done. Oil is essential to our survival. Machines run on oil and in an industrial and technological day of age, I doubt that its in-existence wouldn’t go unnoticed. Prices of items in the market and transportation depends majorly on the price of oil. But as important as it is, we may still run out of it. The same goes to money. You may run out of all the daily necessities in life but you still have time, but if you run out of time you have nothing left.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22.3125px;">Time is ticking. As each day passes by, time keeps on running. As much as we want our very own backspace to rehash the past, pause button to take a break, Ctrl-z to undo something, and reset to start afresh and anew, it is not possible. We cannot store it in a bottle to save for later, and slow it up during happy moments. We cannot buy a gallon of it in a grocery store or sell it to someone else who is in need. When we spend time, it is forever lost and unrecoverable and all that’s left to say is “What’s done is done”.</span></div>
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<a name='more'></a><span style="color: #555555; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22.3125px;">The funny thing is when you’re enjoying your life the most, it is when time seem to go on and pass by like a gush of wind. When we are in our downtrodden moments in which we really need time to speed up but it just wouldn’t. Life as uncertain as it is, should be cherished. Every moment of your life, may it be those simple lazy days or those momentous days of our lives, should be treasured.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22.3125px;">Procrastination and idleness won’t do you any good, it will only diminish your productivity. Do not be slaves to time. Take the lead and beat the clock. Time is every man’s opportunity. Opportunity to help someone in need, to reach your dreams, to fall and to rise once again, the opportunity to love and to be loved, the opportunity of living, and be able to experience all the wonders that life offers. But these opportunities don’t last for long. In economics there is a law of supply and demand and it can be summed up as ‘The more scarce something is – the more valuable it is’. If oil supplies are as vast as the ocean and can be found anywhere then it will be sold at a much lesser price. We will not value time if we will not die but unfortunately we do. One piece of advice: Carpe Diem. A moment never lasts a lifetime.</span></div>
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Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-45275758915788536692014-10-30T04:25:00.002-07:002014-10-30T04:27:12.564-07:00Mixtape: Chill Out!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">In these lazy cold nights, you find yourself gazing at the vast concrete jungle. Gone are the trees and grass, they're now your local billboards and pave ways. But the beauty of the city is still a sight to wonder at for your thoughts that wander. The streetlights and lamp posts when viewed at a certain angle makes it look like an airport railway. Traffic when seen from above reminds you of the upcoming Christmas season and how it gives you the feeling of excitement inside. You want a break from all the stress being thrown out at you and you just want to chill-out. <b><i>Be laid back. Don't be apathetic. Just care less now. Be CHILL personified. </i></b></span></div>
Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-87578003597601272282014-10-30T02:53:00.000-07:002018-08-05T08:31:38.252-07:00Dear Reader: Apathy, Your Only Friend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">There comes a time when you stop caring about anything or everything really. </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">So what if that's their perception of you. You just got tired </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">of making people understand you. You just live the way you want it to be. </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Who cares if you're awake when they just tucked in to bed and </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">sleep when everybody's about to wake up. The hell if you just spend your </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">time looking at countless websites, rereading books you've already read, </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">eating only when you're hungry, and whatever shit comes to mind. </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">They remind you of things that you should be doing instead of bumming out but you </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">just let it pass through the other ear. They keep on blabbering and </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">your mind hums a tune you recently heard...and it keeps going on and on - the chattering </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">noise and the humming. They are the constant reminder of reality. This time apathy is your ally, you are <i>apathy personified</i>. You don't know how long this would last, you </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">only feel like it this moment, you're not a mean anti-social, its just a phase, give it a month then it'll pass. </span></div>
Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-26935513911141811412012-12-15T23:30:00.000-08:002014-08-11T23:33:01.789-07:00Mixtape: Work Hard, Play Hard<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">With all the deadlines, bills, and drama on your shoulders right now, there's no way you'll enjoy this coming weekend. Work is tougher than ever but you have to work to pay off all the bills. You want to party so hard but the deadlines are holding you back. When you get home there's always this never ending drama bothering you. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">You just want to relax. Let go off the bulk on your shoulders. You want to break free and fly. A little drink with friends wouldn't hurt, maybe they need this too. Plan out a weekend escapade within or outside the metro. Have fun, drink, be merry. Take a pause from all your worries. Keep calm and party on! Show 'em those grooves you got. You've been working so hard and you deserve a proper compensation. A perfect treat to a day's hardwork.</span><br />
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Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-80102065446842227812012-11-26T08:33:00.004-08:002014-08-11T23:17:33.404-07:00Mixtape: The Soundtrack Only Matters<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">It really didn't sound that bad at all. After reading you got a little confused, you felt like there's something wrong, but you couldn't put a finger on it. Then came the movies, you might as well give it a try for curiosity's sake. You came out of the cinema, thinking of all the things you could have bought instead of being rooted on the spot sandwiched between blabbering fangirls. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Years passed and installments came with them. It became a revisionism and mockery of vampire films in hollywood. Bram Stoker sure have had shit his pants to this. Fan bases multiplied by millions. You love to hate it, but the only thing that makes you similar to these self-acclaimed twi-hards is that <b>you adore the soundtrack so much</b>. </span><br />
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Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-19821736492979794512012-11-01T05:21:00.001-07:002018-08-05T09:43:12.338-07:00The Art Of Killing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">What defines the art of murder? </b><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"> If there were monsters in society, they were not born that way</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">— t</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">hey were made to be one. </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Molded as they grew up to fit the perfect profile of a killing machine. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">If hatred and anger are symbolic catalysts to these acts, then we are all candidates to commit it. All of us are potential murderers. Yes, even the most rational, religious, and sane person alive is also one to look out for. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">There are several reasons that people do it, some for self-defense, some under the influence of alcohol or drugs, some are just madmen, and some did it in their right frame of minds and fully aware of the consequences. Lately the </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">juvenile killings are on the rise and the very disturbing thought is that they did it only for plain curiosity. According to Ted Bundy </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>"Murder is not about lust and it's not about violence. It's about possession. When you feel the last breath of life coming out of the woman, you look into her eyes. At the point, it's being God.</i></span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>"</i> That's his reason for killing, because it makes him feel like God. </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">I wonder in the back of your minds, do you secretly ponder how it would feel if you actually did it? If you actually kill someone. And would it also make you feel like a god?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Laws, religion, and morality set aside, o</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">ur <b>reason</b> is the greatest ticket we have for being out of jail <b>as of the moment. </b>Weighing our options before committing anything is one of the most valuable process we take every single day. </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">If we just depend on our feelings and let our emotions take the wheel, surely there will be a <b>bloodbath</b> out there.</span><br />
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Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-7956423347494447232012-10-01T09:51:00.000-07:002014-08-12T00:28:18.090-07:00Celebrating The Future<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">With the rise of technology as an essential form of service it brought vast changes to the world both constructive and destructive. Human inventions can ease burdens, uplift suffering, and even bring new forms of beauty into the world and to balance it out it can also create war as to what weapons are made for. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Man with all his pride, glory and ambition keep on trying to duplicate the brain’s functions and abilities to keep up and top what nature has given us that resulted to the rise of human-like thinking machines. Now we are still the highest form of beings but in a short time scale what is regarded as the Homo Sapiens race will be replaced by the Machine Sapiens by which are created by the human race itself. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Children do research via internet, the problem-solving, the researching and connection making is performed not by the child but by the machine. The trend nowadays when you would like to learn something is to “google it”. Then there are websites like stumbleupon, pandora, snipsnap, and various sites that offer recommendations and suggestions to users by prediction of users’ taste and preferences for an efficiency and less brain in part of the human. In a text-editing software like MS Word, what we users do is merely input mountain of text and rely on the Auto-spell and Grammar check for proof reading and corrections. These in its simple forms are a degradation of human thinking.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">We have been accustomed to the use of technology thus Artificial Intelligence, and by allowing that intelligence to teach us, to learn from, to benefit from and to grow up with, it is most likely that in time it is slowly reshaping the concept of a person’s ability to think on its own. As we think of people more like machines, just as how we think machines are like people we are degrading the ability of human thought and thinking. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Everyday in the market new forms of technologies are introduced, from smart phones to human machine interface design truly there is rapid growth and improvement in every waking hour. With the continuous process of innovation and inventions, it is not far that progress itself will lead to the creation of an even more intelligent entity. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“The introduction of human intelligence is a pivotal event in the history of the planet. Evolution’s grandest creation -human intelligence- is providing the means for the next stage of evolution. This “next stage” was created by human intelligence itself, an example of the exponential engine of evolution using its innovations from one period (human beings) to create the next (intelligent machines). The next milestone will be technology creating its own next generation without human intervention.” - Ray Kurzweil , <em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline: none 0px;">The Age of Spiritual Machines.</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">A disgrace is face front to our human capabilities when that “next stage of evolution” takes place. But should we be more proud for the accomplishment of our creations to create a new era? I doubt it, this phenomenon is different from a mentor beaten by his discpile...</span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">for this student itself is built with genuine human intelligence compared to those of the machines. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">What we will be seeing someday is a new religion, expressed through an engineering culture. Those days in the future we might regard the ever knowing human intelligence to be in line with the level of that of a chimp. For now we are still ahead than any machines built today but years and centuries later that very crown we are proud of might be a case of obsolote mainframe computers that was used a long time ago. The extinction of the human race is at risk in line with the coming of the new age and thus we reap the consequences of our own makings for we are the initiators of our own destruction. What we do today there will be ramifications for mankind’s competitiveness, cruelty and ambition but one of the solutions scientists have in mind is to meet those machines with a compromise by setting up rules or physical confinement so that these machineries can be used safely and with precaution. </span><br />
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difficulty in life, not even the actors, religious people, or kind-hearted
persons, they also have their fair share of hardship.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="FIL-PH" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The past can be cruel to some, most opt to bury it.
Little do we know that the problems that we face and we will face come from our
past. No matter how many feet they were buried underground those memories
will always stay there. Remember when people say <i>“Do not mind your problem, let
it mind you”?</i> It is one of those comforting
words we tell ourselves along with <i>“This too shall pass”.</i> But those who ignore
their problems aren't living in reality, but they prefer to stay in their own fantasy.
Your life is not a Disney fairy tale. You’re
not a Damsel in distress waiting to be rescued by a knight in shining armor. If
you are placed in such situation how prepared are you to face such challenges?
We should be always on the lookout for problems, do not go commando and find
it, surely it will come to you someday and when it comes, don't hide and flee but face it front and don't let it overcome you. It is you that must
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feel that you can’t handle them, they stick around you, they don’t go away. Act
on it the moment it arrives, deal with it immediately but always keep in mind
that you don’t have to carry all that bulk in your shoulder, some problems you
alone cannot solve. You’ll need help, don’t let your pride stand before you,
don’t be afraid to ask for help. Do not try to change things that you cannot
change, you might end up tired running in your self-made thread mill that will
lead you nowhere. Life is not a fairy tale, problems are here and there, and
after you finish one another will pop out. If you are tired of this burden,
others can help but the final decision will always rest in your hands.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Update: Featured article on <a href="http://definitelyfilipino.com/blog/2014/11/05/you-are-bigger-than-your-problem/">Definitely Filipino</a></b></span></span></div>
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Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-41853826213048882212012-07-19T11:13:00.000-07:002012-10-02T11:40:15.213-07:00Mixtape: City Lights Awake<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-15023959489588298222012-06-01T02:00:00.000-07:002014-08-12T00:31:06.792-07:00Freewill<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The system, as a body of legislation have the power even in the minds of people. Politicians and legislators speak out their voices and appeal to appease every individual’s vote or approval by instilling their ways of teaching. With the use of print, tv, radio, and internet, one can easily be the <em style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">influencer </em>or influencee. The school, the second home we always thought of as a platform for our young children to gain exposure to the world, to know what is in the world, and a tool to be educated about life by learning what is to be learned in every corner of the room. The peers, little they may be on numbers or not they have the ability to influence us with their own way and in time unnoticed we are unconsciously living up to their ways. And must one not forget the family, the basic unit of the community, the primary people we grow up with, the very initiators of our thinking, the primes that mold us, shape us and eye-openers of the sets of our ideals and thinking. We have thousands of choices and sub-choices ahead of us. Seeing that you are still reading this is a choice that you chose instead of watching TV. It is what we choose that matters most. </span></div>
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Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-37839965261858823942012-05-23T04:00:00.000-07:002012-10-02T11:31:00.938-07:00Rainy Days Mixtape<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">You come closer and sit beside the window. You were mesmerized with the pouring rain. <b>Suddenly the window sill became a shoulder to lean on. </b>You begin to look back on what you did that day, and the day before, and the day before that, then weeks, and years before that. Then it got touchy walking down on memory lane, so you start to think of the future. What would happen tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after that, and years ahead. It was even more tiring thinking of things yet to come. <b>Now all you want to do is keep your mind blank and enjoy the scenery of mysterious patterns provided by these raindrops.</b></span><br />
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Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-62270177733653925692012-04-11T03:18:00.000-07:002014-08-12T00:32:18.400-07:00Keep Growing, Keep Living<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">They say life happens when we step out of our comfort zone. Having an educational diploma does not guarantee satisfaction. Life doesn’t stop after college. It keeps going on even after marriage or your 40’s. Life is an on-going process. You may be roaming this earth for a long time and feel satisfaction and contentment. But don’t be deceived life isn’t what you perceive it is. In this day in age we discover new information everyday, every hour, every minute. There are new fashion trends, newly found diseases, new actors, new scandals, fresh picks in the market. Learning doesn’t stop at school. Everyday is a learning day. Every minute is a miracle. Growth isn’t just how much you weigh or how high you are. It’s more in the inside of you, more personal. The 13 year old you is a lot different than the present you today. A lot of things have changed, the way you speak, your humor, your style, your attitudes... But as a person you evolved to maturity. You now see the world in a different perspective. Even if you’re 40 or in your 80's life isn’t done with you. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">People who feel okay and stay their ground all the time are the most uncooperative people. They just stay where they are, where they feel they are safe. They stay in their comfort zone because they are too afraid of the world ahead. Do not stick to the one that is just safe and sound for you. At first change could be hard but it could be for the better.</span><br />
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Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-52637704592682809502012-02-13T04:51:00.000-08:002012-10-02T11:31:58.278-07:00The Price Of Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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To economists and business people “time is money”. Life in general doesn’t go that way. Finding money nowadays could seem difficult but there are every ways that it can be done. Here are the facts: There are jobs all over the globe. Businesses are sprouting in every corner. There are foundations and charities pledged to help people and even beggars earn through out the day. Money can be obtained in various ways but the possibilities of making more time cannot be done. Oil is essential to our survival. Machines run on oil and in an industrial and technological day of age I doubt that its in-existence wouldn’t go unnoticed. Prices of items in the market and transportation depends majorly on the price of oil. But as important as it is, we may still run out of it. The same goes to money. You may run out of all the daily necessities in life but you still have time but if you run out of time you have nothing left. </span><br />
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Time is ticking. As every day pass by, time keeps on running. As much as we want our very own backspace to rehash the past, pause button to take a break, ctrl-z to undo something, and reset to start afresh and anew, it is not possible. We cannot store it in a bottle to save for later, and slow it up during happy moments. We cannot buy a gallon of it in a grocery store or sell it to someone else who is in need. When we spent time it is forever lost and unrecoverable and all that’s left to say is “What’s done is done”. The funny thing is when you’re enjoying your life the most, it is when time seem to go on and pass by like a gush of wind. When we are in our downtrodden moments and it is when we really need time to speed up but it just wouldn’t. Life as uncertain as it is, should be cherished. Every moment of your life, may it be those simple lazy days or those momentous days of our lives, should be cherished.</span><br />
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Procrastination and idleness won’t do you any good, it will only diminish your productivity. Do not be slaves to time. Take the lead and beat the clock. Time is every man’s opportunity. Opportunity to help someone in need, to reach your dreams, to fall and to rise once again, the opportunity to love and to be loved, the opportunity of living, and be able to experience all the wonders that life offers. But these opportunities don’t last for long. In economics there is a law of supply and demand and it can be summed up as ‘The more scarce something is – the more valuable it is’. If oil supplies are vast as the ocean and can be found anywhere then it will be sold at a much lesser price. We will not value time if we will not die but unfortunately we do. One piece of advice: Carpe Diem. A moment never last a lifetime.</span></div>
Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-90046492446365317342012-01-26T12:01:00.000-08:002012-10-02T12:02:51.792-07:00Mixtape: Official Dressup Soundtrack<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Here’s to that lazy afternoon when you just feel like dressing up </b><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">in front of the mirror, mix matching tops with bottoms, shoes and accessories. You just want to know what goes with this and what goes with that. For no apparent reason you just want to dress up even though you have nothing to do all day and night.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Or here’s to that well-anticipated date night with your high school crush </b>and you need some bootylicious advice from Beyonce while choosing between a casual or a sultry dress. Listen to Madonna while putting on some blush on your cheek. And finally to wrap up your prep why don’t you let Janet Jackson teach you grooves straight from the stereo to back you up. </span><br />
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Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-88501245159667370522012-01-26T02:52:00.000-08:002014-08-11T23:29:55.995-07:00The Juxtaposition Of Living And Loving<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>If living meant loving and loving meant hurting then why do we have to love in the first place, and most of all why live?</b> If we are so self-cautious, why let it happen? Why not prevent it and put a stop before anything devastating and painful happens. So they say <i>“Prevention is better than cure”</i> if it is so then it is more suitable not to love to prevent the pain or much better to end life to prevent everything hateful and harmful at all. So many </span><i style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">whys</i><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> so many sighs. We live, love, and laugh, and this triumvirate are the glories of life. But in every aspect there’s lies a juno, a yang, a black swan, always an evil twin exist. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">When we love we become happy but at the same time we also feel pain, sorrow, and grief. They are </span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">inevitable, they walk side by side juxtaposed with the other sometimes one getting past the other. But if we don’t live we wouldn’t learn love, and if we don’t love we won’t experience pain, and if we don’t feel the pain then we will not be open to the fact that the world does not only offer smiles but also and more often that not deceitful wiles. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Pain is inevitable and it was never a choice, but suffering is an option and we choose to live with it the most. Do not be imprisoned in your own shadows but get loose and welcome a life of many tomorrows. </span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Pain is not always negative or destructive. If one day you had a trip down to memory lane don’t be bothered with the tears and even a tinge of pain for even if we surpassed those hardships and moved on, we are only human and we still mourn. We need to be hurt for us to grow, and when we grow we will know that the pain we once had is now a learning we could always look back. True enough life is a bed of roses only those roses are showered with thick, long, and pricking thorns. If we once prick ourselves with these thorns, don’t feel shattered not even demise for sometimes we have to feel the pain to open our minds to the greater beauty of life.</span><br />
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Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-72484567825450390142011-12-11T04:18:00.000-08:002014-11-06T03:55:25.954-08:00Back To The Start<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Life was simple back then. No but’s, no if’s, no how’s, no why’s. Every emotion a child express depicts no tint of deception nor a hint of lie. A smile is joy. A tear is sadness. A scream is anger. Laughter is happiness. If adults gave us these expressions we will entirely doubt the genuinity of these emotions. Is it real or is it just a facade for further hidden agendas. There is pure innocence and complete sincerity in what a child does. </span><em style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Why is it when we grow up we lose that innocence?</em><br />
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<em style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Tabula Rasa</em><span style="background-color: transparent;">, John Locke’s theory is that all of us were born with a clean slate. They say when we were born we are free from pain, hurt, and problems that this world contains. We have a fresh mind similar to that of an empty balloon waiting for air, waiting for reality to dwell. And as that balloon is filled up with air, the child is taught how to live life, grow up, and slowly learn tha harsh realities of this world. They possess this undermined brilliance beyond their simplicity. These children are in nature driven by fantasy and dreams. They are full of aspirations that borders beyond reality. </span><strong style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">This is what we lost in adulthood, dreaming.</strong><span style="background-color: transparent;"> We lost it in the sense that we are too swallowed in this game of survival called life that we forgot to dream. But in order to make things a reality, to succeed on something, we must dream about it first. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Their vague knowledge of the world is their greatest possession. As people grow and live, as we learn and know things in life, we become overexposed and saturated. </span>We are a generation of skeptics, cynics, and pessimists. Too much information kills. We impose rules to protect our children, such as don’t touch this and that, don’t talk to them, don’t do this and don’t do that. The more rules we impose, their world becomes smaller, their moves become more limited.<span class="apple-converted-space" style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><em style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Sometimes in my quaint bedroom moments I wonder is ignorance really bliss? </em>I say maturity is overrated. It is okay to act childish once in a while. Live life and have fun while living that moment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Update: Featured in <a href="http://definitelyfilipino.com/blog/2012/08/02/back-to-the-start/">Definitely Filipino</a></b></span></div>
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Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-37382002057579922142011-11-16T10:42:00.000-08:002012-10-02T11:41:39.499-07:00Mixtape: Chuck TV <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-34776126652254377942011-11-15T20:49:00.000-08:002012-10-05T02:25:18.645-07:00A Massive Dissection Of The Master Of The Wand<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I really feel sad because Harry Potter has to end. I wept so hard in the theater especially when it was about the Prince’s Tale. At my back I can hear the bickering of two girls who probably didn’t read the book because they were sooo clueless! They kept asking about the Elder wand and who’s mastered who. I was controlling myself real hard to give them a lecture while the film was on going. JKR wasn’t definite in answering fan questions. So this is me at my most generous. This is really complex if you don’t read the books and relied only in the movies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The Elder Wand is a part of the hallows they say was given by Death himself to the first Peverell brother, <strong style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Antioch Peverell</strong>. After defeating a wizard that he once had a quarrel with, he bragged about his invincibility with the wand that <em style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“he snatched from death himself”</em>. In his sleep another wizard crept inside his room, <strong style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">stole</strong> the wand from him, and slit his throat, making that wizard the new master of the wand. After several generations the wand was handed down to different masters and finally to<strong style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Gregorvitch</strong>, who boasted that he will duplicate the powers of the wand. He was stupid enough to boast that he had it in the first place. When <strong style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Gellert Grindelwald</strong> knew about it, he stunned Gregorvitch and <strong style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">stole</strong> the Elder wand from him, making him the new master. Grindelwald and Dumbledore had a battle, the latter won. Now here lies the dilemma, <strong style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">how could Grindelwald be defeated if he had the most powerful wand of all?</strong> It is a fact that the wand had been handed down by overpowering the incumbent master. How can one be overpowered is also a question. If stealing the wand from the master is counted as overpowering, then that would be the case of Grindelwald and the man who stole the wand from Antioch. They say the elder wand is undefeatable but <em style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">in my opinion </em>that if a wizard is stronger, skillfull, and more superior even with an inferior wand, that person could defeat the master of the wand. The wand is only and object, the one who helms it must also fill it in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">There are always two sides within us, the good and the unlikely. As JKR stated, he was a flawed individual just like us. But what he differs from Voldemort is that even when he started with the wrong decision he acted on doing on what he seem is right to correct it, and what he chose to act upon is humanely beneficial to Harry(which was motivated by his selfish and possessive love for Lily). People say that “A hero lies in the eye of the beholder”, we have our own definitions and standards of our ideal hero. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">At first Snape’s loyalty is towards Voldemort but after learning that the prophecy that he shared to Voldemort resulted to Lily Potter’s danger, it made him realize the consequences of his actions. He confessed to Dumbledore the danger the Potters are about to face after being denied by Voldemort when he pleaded that only Lily be spared. So we see he is not that good of a hero to be looked up for, <b>his motives are self-motivated</b>. We learned that Snape was a double agent for both the Order and the Death Eaters, and his brilliance and skills are enough to keep his allegiances intact. People until the very end question Snape’s loyalty to both parties and here are some proofs to Snape’s good side:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">• Dumbledore’s portait tells Snape to hide Gryffindor’s sword in the Forest of Dean where Harry can find it. Snape leads Harry to the sword with his Patronus, a silver doe.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Griefstricken over Lily’s death, Snape reaffirms his allegiance to Dumbledore and promises to protect Harry’s life after knowing that he has Lily's eyes but also tells Dumbledore that no one is to know of his love for Lily. After being denounced by Karkaroff as a Death Eater in the Wizengamot, Dumbledore vouches for his loyalty. From then on he became a double agent for the opposing parties. At first we were completely convinced that he is a bad man and ever loyal to the Dark Lord throughout the first chapters of DH, but after the “silver doe” and the “pensieve” it was revealed that everything that he did was under the orders of Albus Dumbledore. He was indeed a great spy that even Voldemort believed that he was an unwavering deatheater, that in Snape’s death he still have faith of his loyalties towards him, though Harry revealed to Voldemort in the Battle of Hogwarts the real reasons of his loyalty. Also being a spy for Voldemort he has to comply with the ways of the Death Eaters, he had to watch his fellow professor die, curse off George Weasley’s ear, and do some villainous acts. His loyalty to Dumbledore is unquestionable that even though Dumbledore’s orders make him uncomfortable and confounds him because he is not informed about everything, he still follows those orders. And the effort, time, and patience he spent only to protect Harry from harm in those 17 years are not just any mundane sacrifice. Even if he did his best to keep Harry from harm, he simultaneously torment him in classes and in detentions, that is because he still see him as James Potter’s son. Although his motives are utterly selfish and wrong, the results of these still saved Harry and all of this is because of his unrequited love for Lily. If Harry wasn’t Lily’s son do you think he would have done those things? I believe not. The strength of that love moved mountains, saved people, and changed lives. I believe that love is the primary reason of his change of heart. In my own opinion I believe he is an <b>Anti-Hero</b> and a bit of a tragic-hero, he is a hero in a sense that he did great courageous and brave acts but contrary to that he is still prejudiced, tormenting, vindictive, bias, bully, nasty, selfish and to sum up he is a hero in a sense that he has many flaws. </span></div>
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Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-89040270714973238402011-11-05T22:14:00.000-07:002012-10-05T02:25:40.376-07:00Seriously, Sirius<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">My all time favorite potter character would be Sirius Black. Gary Oldman is an all time favorite of mine and I couldn’t help to restrain myself to favor his character, but I did my best to separate him from Sirius. Most of you would choose Harry because of his brave persona, Ron for his very loving character or Hermione the one with the brains. In my opinion Sirius is a bit underrated and unappreciated among everyone. The way he treats Harry as his own son and only family moves me in tears, how he loved James so much that he transferred that affection to Harry. He was loyal to himself and to his friends. He was a part of this family who had a long time tradition and broke it. He stood for himself and what he believed in. He would have died for his friends, even if it was Peter Pettigrew (POA). Those long years he spent alone in Azkaban for a falsely accused crime, how I pitied him on how he could have had those years back. I feel pity and regret for him, regret for his character that he never enjoyed life to its fullest. That small amount of happiness he had after escaping Azkaban is that of a child’s innocence. Everything is so pure, so true, so sincere. He is like a child with a strong masculine exterior but a heart of a child, a smile of a child & the love of a child. Maybe that’s my motivation of being drawn to him because even I wouldn’t want to end up always looking back in the past. His death affected me the most. The death was so soon and unexpected. He could have done more, he could have lived longer he could have…he could have… Everything is all about regrets, my regret for his character the question lingers what could have been? What should have been? He really would be my ideal godfather, someone that will guide you, protect you and nurture your being all throughout.</span></div>
Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-22880502986499297202011-11-02T21:59:00.000-07:002012-10-05T02:25:51.252-07:00The Fallible Invisibility Cloak<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The special cloak that Harry possesses is a real hallow. As we know the Potters is a descendant of Ignotus Peverell, the third brother who chose to hide from death with the cloak and it was handed down generations and finally to him. On why can Crouch (in the form of Moody) see through it, it is not his ability but the magical eye. Also the dementors found Harry not because they could see them, remember they are blind? They can only sense human feelings and even Harry is under the cloak he is still human that’s why. I think JKR hasn't explained this yet and I don’t want to invent anything that is utterly false, but the question is that ”What’s with the Magical eye?”. It’s difficult to believe that JKR overlooked this part and that this is a mistake, maybe someday in an interview she could answer this. I think that the Deathly Hallows also have flaws and weaknesses, like the resurrection stone (who couldn’t successfully resurrect life), the elder wand(Voldemort couldn’t use the wand well because he isn’t the real owner & Grindelwald, the real master of the wand was defeated by a powerful, still regular wizard, Dumbledore.) and finally the invisibility cloak wherein the magical eye could see through it and in HBP, Malfoy attacked Harry under the invisibility cloak and that the spell harmed Harry. Nothing is perfect, not even the beauty of death. The cloak is like any other normal invisibility cloak only it doesn’t fade or lose its powers over time. Dumbledore said, it was just a tale and as said in DH that the hallows were not that unique, but probably made by clever wizards and no more unique than any other magical objects. </span></div>
Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-86678240603745417862011-11-02T12:18:00.000-07:002012-10-02T12:19:01.999-07:00Mixtape: They Say Forgetting Is A Gift<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">After Hogwarts her life has never been happier, she have two beautiful children who happened to have inherited her innate love for knowledge and she couldn’t be more proud of them. The Wizarding world changed so much since the war, blood status was never an issue anymore there was no more judgment towards muggle-borns. She was happy, perfectly happy. All is well.</span>
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<a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Sometimes she’d miss her younger self and how she never cared about the way she look but now she would simply stare at the mirror her youthful skin is now far from before and she could now trace small lines of wrinkles. Her only concern was a tiny blot in her forehead, somewhat that of a scar, it doesn’t hurt like Harry’s but it was disconcerting and bothering. She have scar marks from the war but it doesn’t bother her that much maybe because she knew where each came from unlike the dot on her forehead that she has no recollection of anything. Work has been kind to her nowadays, she is an official at the Ministry of Magic, a good place to put her wisdom to some use. With content and happiness she couldn’t wish for anything more. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">If there is one thing other than the tiny scar that bothers her, that would be Draco Malfoy. Along with the rapid change of the views of wizards and witches here in the wizarding world so does he. They were nonetheless enemies back in school from the day they met until graduation, the hatred was no more, they were neither friends nor allies but maybe she could tell that their behaviour was at least civil. They were never given a chance to talk though she wouldn’t even wish for that to happen. But in some given situations that they’d meet across the street he would smile, not sneer, but just smile. His eyes lost the definite coldness and stillness but it was rather warm and begging. It was just a smile, no hi’s, no hello’s, just a smile.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">She would often look behind her, maybe he was looking at somewhere else but tracing the way of his gaze it was definitely towards her. She wasn’t annoyed or disgusted with his stolen glances and simple smiles, maybe she wasn’t just used to see him that way. Hogwarts made a stereotypical Malfoy in her head and it would be difficult to eliminate it. With burning curiousity and desire along with her Gryffindor courage she dropped an item from a shop she’d been holding and walked towards him. She can see the sudden change of emotions in his face and if she could trace it, it would be panic. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">With an agitated state the man simply stood his ground and waited for the lady to come forth. When she was about arms length her heart was racing and with curiousity drawn in her face she asked the answer behind his smiles. They both came from a war and change is inevitable, she could see the marred features that was once perfect and flawless back when they were young. The man stared for a moment memorizing her features, and he sighed as he spoke those two words, “Just memories” then he brought his thumb to stroke the blot on her forehead, looked straight into her eyes, smiled one last time, turned around and strode away. Hermione stood motionless without any idea of what just happened, her question was answered though with the answer emerged more questions. Slowly turning back to the shop she’d been eyeing a while ago, she touched her small scar wondering what he meant and though she could never understand what those words truly mean, she will always remember that a teardrop fell when he mentioned those last parting words. </span><br />
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Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08604511471901146763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197318388045859623.post-42698424779532672172011-10-28T00:00:00.000-07:002012-10-01T22:25:19.260-07:00How The F is Hermione A Witch?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Lily is muggle-born because of her parentage which are both muggles. How could two muggles unbelievably produce a magical child? My theory would be because they are descended from Squibs who married muggles, then their families lost the knowledge of their wizarding family. So the magic that skipped the squibs may have resurfaced in their great great grandchildren who became muggle-borns.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">One can be a half-blood if a witch or wizard has at least one wizarding parent but at least one Muggle parent or grandparent, much similar to the case of Harry’s children, they are considered half-bloods because of Harry’s parentage: pure-blood father, Muggle-born mother.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Also there is this Dagworth-Granger, Hector(HB9) whom Proffessor Slughorn asked Hermione if she is related. Prof. Slughorn asked Hermione if she was related to Dagworth-Granger, she replied that she did not believe so, since she was Muggle-born. However, It is possible that Dagworth-Granger is a Squib and would have lost all knowledge of magic from their family.</span></div>
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