i'm off to freedom!!!!

Accomplice (see below) made a doll for me today. It's my last day in office and i'm
looking forward to freelancing the rest of the year.

Boy, am i fat or what??????

This picture was taken by my
accomplice on my last day in the office.

i will be trying my hand in freelance writing for the rest of the year and i'm looking forward to the enriching experience of dealing with lots of interesting people, going to cool events and and seeing lots of beautiful places.

some may say that it's an impractical thing to do. with the present state of things in the country one should secure his/her future.

my security lies in my happiness not in the amount of money i earn. of course, money is an important thing but it is secondary. life is too short for people to miss out on the adventures that lie ahead.

whoa!!!

BUTTERFLY EYES

You have Butterfly
Eyes!
Positive Traits: Thoughtful,
Intelligent, Humble, Clever, Open
Minded
Negative Traits: Elitist,
Conceited, Apathetic, Cold, Sarcastic

Your eyes are the windows to your soul. What type of eyes do you have?
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sweet talkin' chocolate tottin' seducer

Your Seduction Style: Sweet Talker

Your seduction technique can be summed up with "charm" You know that if you have the chance to talk to someone... Well, you won't be talking for long! ;-) You're great at telling potential lovers what they want to hear. Partially, because you're a great reflective listener and good at complementing. The other part of your formula? Focusing your conversation completely on the other person. Your "sweet talking" ways have taken you far in romance - and in life. You can finess your way through any difficult situation, with a smile on your face. Speeding tickets, job interviews... bring it on! You truly live a *charmed life*

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

wise questions from arabian butterfly

Try answering this quiz. I got this from another blogger. The questions may seem dumb but they are actually wise. Sometimes we fail to see the bigger more beautiful things because we already have a preconceived notion of life and what it should be.

1. What is the best word u'd like people to describe u with?

Makulit (that’s a Tagalog word for jolly, one who jokes a lot)

2. what's ur favorite curse?

Putang ina! (Tagalog for you’re mother is a whore)

3.describe what the sea means to you in one word

     Kapayapaan (tagalog for serenity)

4. describe what coffe means to you in one word

     Buhay (tagalog for life)

5. who is your soulmate

My mother

6. whats the best thing about paris?

     I haven’t been there but I guess it’s the bread (French bread hehehehe)

7. whats the funniest thing about God?

     HE has the biggest sense of humor!!!!

8. whats the difference between sanity and insanity?

     The prefix in- harharhar. Seriously, insanity makes you perfect! Sanity makes you feel imperfect.

9. what color do u wish humans were and why?

     Pink, imagine all the shades of pink walking around the world.

10. what is your favorite planet?

     Mars, because I like martians hehehehe

11. POLITICS! describe it in one word

     Bullshit!

12. DEPLOMACY! describe it with one word

     lost

13. what do you wish your name was?

     Daniel Lynde

14. what do you prefere: a drunk poet or a drug addict stripper?

     A drunk poet, he can be very creative if he is drunk…that is if he hasn’t passed out yet.

15. why are you answering these questions?

     I was bored and I wanted to talk to you.

let it be

Some people bring you gifts
Some bring you bricks to weigh you down
So they can swim a little higher while you drown
Some people mean so well
Their way was the best way that they found
But any other way you choose is a brick that weighs you down

So tell me what do I do with this backpack full of bricks
Of sticks and stones and words that stuck to me like ticks

Let it go, let it be, brick by brick we can be free
Of all the words we saved till we were our own enemies
Let it go, let it be, brick by brick we can believe
In the person God intended us to be
Let it be

Some people give themselves a brick
I know most people do
When we compare we fall short somewhere
It's always true
If all we see is where we fall we've bricked a prison wall
Instead of trying to learn to fly we've taught ourselves to Crawl

We could believe in ourselves more
we could try for unique Instead of trying to conform
We could defy what they tell us don't buy the lies they sell us
If we're brave we can believe in what we are

beryllium 2002

i taught at the philippine science high school for 7 years. i had the chance to mingle with the country's best...well, that's what they said... here are the pictures of beryllium 2002, i found them when i was cleaning up my files in my old pc. these baby pictures were intended to be included in an album i planned to give them before graduation. unfortunately, i didn't have enough time to finish it.

hey be '02, if you ever come across this blog, email me at leinesworld@yahoo.com, i'd love to hear form you guys again.

BERYLLIUM 2002

Homeroom Report

Anna Leah D. Casela – Adviser

Beryllium’s homeroom sessions did not follow the strict regimen of the workbook given by the guidance office. The homeroom’s thrust was on building a good working relationship within the section. I learned, as their adviser, that some of them had ill feelings towards their classmates and some of them even resented the fact that they would have to spend the rest of their high school life with them. But that was the first quarter!

As their adviser, I suffered from shock as they were not the same as my last advisory class, Photon ’98. I didn’t want to compare but their actions were something I thought I could never live with. They were irresponsible, slow and almost always got into trouble. But that was the first quarter!

Second quarter came and things got a bit brighter for everybody. What with my tactless comments of them not really being my advisory class and preferring Lithium over them. They tried so hard and our struggle was great but we made it.

Ramayana proves this point. Theirs was a Ramayana with a twist…and turn….and a jerk! Their effort in putting together such an event showed me that they are not irresponsible, they are not slow…..but, well, they still almost always got into trouble! That started the lucky streak because on the third quarter we won the most coveted Paskorus!

But then the fourth quarter gave us the chill. Their academics were waning and it seemed to me that they really weren’t doing anything about it. We were missing lots of our homeroom classes because of tests and evaluations, seminars and meetings. We tried to make up for it by having a ballroom session with Mang Manding Turla before the prom. We had a blast! And yes, the prom was a success!

I mentioned something about their academics. Well, it sad to note that I will be losing one of my kids next year. Wally got a 5.0 in Physics. Three of my other kids are in danger of being dismissed as well (Ronnel, Julius, and Michie). I think the three are working on a scheme with the school, I hope they make it next year.

Well, as a whole this year was a great year for me… I hope it is the same way with my kids. I will miss them but I’m sure they’ll still be around!

Prepared by:

Anna Leah D. Casela

Beryllium ’02 Adviser

if i were an animated character

...not that i am not an animated person and that i posses a powerful character...what i meant was if i were not flesh and blood. this is the closest i think i can be if i were a drawing.

when i was a kid i like drawing...you know the usual mountains with the sunrise and the field beneath the mountain range. it took me a while to get away from that style. then i tried a new scheme using bright colors to hide the fact that i really didn't know how to draw...that i just knew how to copy drawings. i really couldn't start from scratch.

eventually i learned another way of expressing myself. i learned how to cut out cardboard boxes into little cars, little box houses and scenarios that i used for my toys. i had lots of matchboxes and i always pretended that the paper streets were the hiway. i got to places with these scenarios. i built communities and cities from these boxes. but they got too crowded that i had to discard my card board cities.

again i tried to find another way of expressing my art without making bulky card board cities. i took a pen and paper and started writing. with my pen and paper i made up people and cities that did what i told them to do, on paper of course. i guess i was a megalomaniac when i was a kid. (please take note, i've gotten over my desire to rule the world, thank you!)

now that i am old enough to write about a lot of things, and about a lot of people and a lot of cities i would like to come back to my card board cities and my plastic people and my little metal cars and create a world that respects people and what they believe in...how i wish...

a long way from cadbury

I grew up going to the sari-sari store to get my 5 cents worth of candies. And I am not kidding, in my time a singko (five centavos) can buy 6 pieces of hard candy. We call it kending hubad (naked candy) because it didn’t have a wrapper and when you buy them, the not so friendly tindera (sales personnel) will get the sugar coated candy from a clear glass bottle and put them in an envelop made from used paper.

My sister (the long haired girl in the side bar) likes red candies. She usually bought Lipps, a strawberry flavored hard candy or red bubble gum. She would use her singko to buy candies that turn her lips and tongue into a big blob of rouge. She liked it because she liked putting on lipstick.

Señorita lemon drops (now in doy pack), cola still dressed in violet wrapper,
butterball still in yellow stripes,
melon drops in generic pillow packs and methol drops in classic green

I remember my Lola (grandmother) Nene asking me to buy Señorita lemon drops (in the 1980’s), hard candy wrapped in foil, of course, lemon flavored. My brother liked to piss me off with Cola Eisbon (1970’s Candy Co, Inc.), a brown candy that tasted like root beer. It tasted weird for me then but now it’s a favorite. I guess I got my sweet tooth from my Lola Nene because she was the one who taught me how to eat menthol drops (1970’s, also by Señorita) and melon balls (1990, manufacturer unknown).
My favorite is Peter’s Butterball (1970’s P. P. Confectioners, Inc.)! It’s so sweet and tasty! But my mom told me not to eat much because it will ruin my teeth. Well, ladies and gentlemen, I’m turning 34 and my teeth are still my teeth.

I had the chance to buy these candies again when I went to Los Baños (October 18, 2005). I was so excited I bought them, I also saw kending hubad but it was sold by the bottle and I was 3 hours away from home. Boy, were they heavy!!!!

I shared them with my neighbor and my boss and they were nostalgic about them. Come to think of it, I have gone a long way from buying 5 cents worth of candy. I have graduated from Hershey bars and Butterfingers, I have had my fill of Kitkat, Nestle Crucnh and Kisses, I crave for Toblerone occasionally, I have stopped buying Cadbury, and Belgian chocolate has stopped being a constant part of my diet.

I have returned to my roots. I have come home to my 6 singkong kendi (6 pieces for 5 cents, quite a bargain), my Chocnut, my Cola, my Melon Ball, my Butterball, my lemon drops, my Menthol drops.

Lunch at Gail and Lei's Private Kitchen

October 16, 2005

I love to cook. I cook for my friends. I cook for my Mom and my Dad. I cook for officemates.

Cooking has always been part of my life. I was my Mom’s apprentice in the kitchen. She taught me how to julienne those carrots and mince those onions. She taught me that crushing the garlic is better than cutting it into little bits (“let’s out the juice, you know”).

She taught me that there is a lot to love about the hot kitchen. She was the reason I wanted to be a chef. Unfortunately, I never had the chance to study culinary arts.

Nevertheless, I realized that I can cook like the chefs if I learned how to “feel” the food. I taught myself to imagine the taste of each ingredient and I eventually learned to taste with my nose. I don’t need to take small teaspoons of the dish to know if it needs more salt or spice, I just smell the steam.

When I eat out I analyze the dish and I try cooking it at home. Some were successful and some were not. But every attempt is step to learning. So far, my friends like my triple cheese spaghetti and my grilled meats; my salads are also appreciated.


before and after

I have found a loyal guinea pig and accomplice in Gail (see above). She tries out my dishes and I am guilty for making her gain more weight than she should (hehehe). Here you can see the before and after shots of our weekend lunch. It’s chicken inasal with vinegar dip, kangkong and bagoong, garlic crisps, and buko juice. By the way, Gail is also a cook, she prepared all these.

Gail and I want to open a private kitchen. Like the one we saw in Magic Kitchen. I want an intimate two table gig. I want to whip out a smashing dinner for whoever wants to try my cooking.

Hopefully, we can establish this private kitchen soon.

Butterfinger

They call you sticky fingers for a reason!

What Kind of Candy Are You?

You Are Fall Flowers

Beautiful yet often forgotten.

What Part of Fall Are You?

you are beautiful by james blunt

My life is brilliant.

My love is pure.

I saw an angel.

Of that I'm sure.

She smiled at me on the subway.

She was with another man.

But I won't lose no sleep on that,

'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.

You're beautiful, it's true.

I saw your face in a crowded place,

And I don't know what to do,

'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yeah, she caught my eye,

As we walked on by.

She could see from my face that I was,

F**king high,

And I don't think that I'll see her again,

But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.

You're beautiful, it's true.

I saw your face in a crowded place,

And I don't know what to do,

'Cause I'll never be with you.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.

You're beautiful, it's true.

There must be an angel with a smile on her face,

When she thought up that I should be with you.

But it's time to face the truth,

I will never be with you.