The Green & Leafy Blog

I am really amazed at how the Internet is being used for desirable ends. Information is power, and easy and free access to it can guarantee a net benefit for society. I happen to stumble upon Nisha’s blog, which is about Pregnancy and parenting, childbirth, parenting and women and child issues. One can find here healthy recipes that anyone might just enjoy, especially the kids. Topics range from not-so-commonplace to ethically contestable: Parenting issues like MJ’s bad parenting was blogged about, why sex determination in India is banned by law, and children’s rhymes and songs are some of the niceties that you can find in this blog. Layout-wise, Nisha’s “motherhood” blog also offers a refreshing place to lounge at, especially with the fresh green theme color that signifies new life.

Catching Up is Hard to Do

I really think that I should brush up on my Korean studies. All my Korean friends are dying from studying English day in and day out and I'm terribly lagging behind the war on new language acquisition. T___T

지금부터 전 한국어 문법을 배우려고 해요. 저에게 도음을 줄까여? ^^;
엘리엇 씨, 빨리 따라가세요.

Aliens in the Outfield and Tesla's Death Ray

There were aliens invading the planet and they almost got away with it. These aliens donned very attractive human skin and they paraded to be kind and all. Add to that, these aliens also participated in humanitarian activities that they were able to gain the trust of the community. Eventually, this coterie of extra terrestrial phonies were able to capture the reins of government. They were benign at first.

But in the parliament is where terror began. These aliens tried to eliminate mankind by planting on the ground pulsating embryonic-red alienific spheres that when activated would fire to the sky concentric red circles that vaporate everything under them. I saw men and women writhing in pain--think of worms sprinkled with salt--and turning gaseous in 5 seconds. There were only a few remaining humans. Living among them were oust-the-aliens independence fighters. The leader was a woman. I cannot remember the details fully but I am sure that she seduced the leader of these aliens while the freedom fighters deactivate the alienific spheres.

Love eventually conquered all and the aliens were defeated using the same nefarious technology that literally befell the human race.

Yet another lucid dream.

Meaning in Minutes

Reading is my favorite pastime. I regard it as a virtual journey that could take me to places that I can only dream of going. I am not really particular about the source of the text—may it be a lap-shattering microbiology book that takes me deep to the cellular level, a newspaper that I fold into a pamaypay eventually, or a friend's blog—they all help to make the most out of my time. Liane Schmidt’s blog, Make the Most of Your Time, is a collection of inspirational advices, motivational posts, reflective entries, and basically things about the rationality of emotions. She also posts song lyrics coupled with videos from youtube—songs that can touch your sensibility to appreciate small but wonderful things in life. She also writes about her personal travels but she never misses to introspect a bit about how her comings and goings make her a better person at the end of the day. Perhaps not only the readers could make the most of their time in this blog, but also the blogger herself.

Cyberest

There is something warm about the layout of this blog. Perhaps it’s the peach-colored theme that makes it very homey. Or it could just be the blog’s title: My Resting Place. I was intrigued by the philosophy behind the name of this blog. Unlike perhaps 8 out of 10 blogs that appear not to be resting places for the blog’s owners or the blog’s readers, this blog is different, though the content's theme is shared with other bloggers. The owner recognizes that this web space is a place for her to vaporize whatever is in her head; this could be relaxing for her, if not at all cathartic. This blog is about family, health, fitness, and random thoughts. You can also read her intimate stories in this blog, a perfect lounge for those who’d like to take a scoop of other people’s eventful lives. There are also pictures peppered all over, which make this site more interesting. Visit Now princessa and king’s blog’spot. ^^;

The Chronicles of the Northern Kimchi 2 of ~

Just a few minutes away from this landmark is North Korea. A field of ecstatic tension filled the bus and my insides were churning from the thought of communism. It never occurred to me that this abstraction could actually produce a psychosomatic discomfort. "What could the experience of crossing the 38th parallel be like", I asked myself. I'm sure that there's much more to this than just landing both my shoes on North Korean soil (and I have to keep those shoes after they've been worn out). I felt an unwelcome surge of guilt when, for a brief moment, I had escaped from my self-induced hypnosis--how come that I've really never felt strongly about walking on historical places in my country? I thought I should be more grateful when I get to visit the Aguinaldo Shrine than when I visited King Sejong's Memorial Museum.

Anyhow, we didn't cross the border directly. We had to spend the night in an apartment that's very near the border. It also faces the sea. The girl in red, Jelyn from Thailand, is seen contemplating by the window. Who wouldn't be mesmerized by this view? Foods were also prepared for us: there was spicy beef soup and Kimchi. Surprise! Since the tent was wasn't big enough to accommodate everyone for dinner, I and Freda (Singapore), Ken (Malaysia), and Joe (Laos) had to find a place where we could refill comfortably.

It rained heavily that day but we had to continue marching to a certain High School where a presentation was prepared. Two famous rappers brought the house down despite the falling rain. Participating students also gave their best to their comedic stunts. I remember the poor guy bashing his head through a watermelon. ... Toughie.


Sleepy now...it's 2:31am. I'll just edit this tomorrow.

The Chronicles of the Northern Kimchi 1 of ~

It really didn't feel like going to another country. I never considered North Korea as symbolically severed form the South, though geopolitically speaking, they are. The two Koreas were divided by a truce line called the 38th parellel after a ceasefire was declared by all the involved parties. After this line was drawn, the peninsula has never been the same again: lives were erased, families were separated, in the North, tyranny and poverty set in. Today is a very momentous day because I am crossing that line, a product of the human mind that does not imagine better. In my heart, there was a mixture of fear and joy, hope and despair for all that this line has cut through.

We rode the bus at around 9am and went northwards. It was a very long drive. But the seats in the tour bus were so comfortable that I really didn't mind siting for hours. The view was unspeakably magnificent for it was Summer. The hills and mountain ranges were green with life, farming areas teeming with ginseng and other growths, condominiums sparsely dotting the landscape. We're divorcing form the city, I thought. After about 2 hours of wheeling continuously, I thought I should get some sleep. But my brain's sentimental hemisphere nags at me to look outside the bus' window because it knows that I won't see the landscape again the same way as it is now. I guess the reason was well-founded so I resisted the urge to close my eyes. However, these days, try as I may to recall what were seen, all that appears is a whipped-up imagery of greens and browns and the monotonous grayness of the road; the beauty wasn't preserved at all in my head. I should have just gone to sleep. As I always say, my mind is so fragile as to keep the subtleties of nature, friendship, and virtually all other things, intact for a reminiscence anytime.

to be continued~~