HYPNO-PIER: Official Project Gener8 Entry

Grabbed with permission from http://absoluteawesomeness.blogspot.com/

http://nokian8.production-server.net/philippines/the_finalists.html
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Pier Roxas woke up one day on a pier along Roxas boulevard and try as he might, he could not remember where he has been for the past 8 days.

His real name is Pierre Quijano, a half American, half Spanish model working in the Philippines. His father was an ex-US army sergeant stationed at Subic. When Pierre’s mother died when he was 16, he came to live in the Philippines with his dad who took a Filipina waitress as his second wife and settled at Olongapo city. He went to college at the Ateneo finishing a course in International studies. But with his good looks, he was discovered by a talent scout for an advertising firm where he soon became a print-ad model.

He lived a fairly normal life given the circumstances and things were going quite well for him. A couple of years back, he went to the US to visit his relatives. He visited his cousin Joseph who was studying at Harvard at the time. One night, his cousin brought him to a frat party where some unusual entertainment was going on. There was a pretty hypnotist there by the name of Camille Siy. She was Chinese and was doing a lot of fancy tricks; hypnotizing guests to do silly stuff. People were mooing like cows, clucking like chickens and others were acting like they were Spiderman. At the time, Pierre thought that the party was pretty trippy although he didn’t really want to participate.

All of a sudden, Camille called him from the back and asked him if he would like to join him in a small exercise. Reluctant at first but after much prodding by his cousin and frat buddies, he was cajoled into joining.

The exercise was simple. Camille asked if he has had much to drink. At the time, he hasn’t even had any alcohol yet being fascinated with the show he just walked into. Camille said that she could make him drunk without drinking a single drop of alcohol. Pierre was skeptical but went along with the hypnotist. She sat Pierre on a chair and asked him to imagine how it felt to drink alcohol and what sensations he felt when he tasted alcohol. He was asked to imagine drinking a bottle of beer and imagine further how it felt sliding through his esophagus and down to his stomach while Camille ran his finger from Pierre’s throat to his stomach. He was asked to imagine that over and over again and every time he imagined it he was told that the intensity was doubling every time he did that. At first he thought nothing was happening then suddenly he felt warm and giddy then slowly as he followed her commands he knew it he was euphorically drunk. Camille then asked him to stand up and walk the line like they did on field sobriety tests when you get pulled over for DUI’s and to everyone’s amazement, he couldn’t do it, toppling over like a drunk buffoon every step of the way. Then Camille announced that she would give Pierre a password which would turn off this drunken state and return him back to normal. She went over to Pierre and whispered something for about 30 seconds then she snapped her fingers. Pierre felt the drunkenness disappear in an instant. She asked him to walk the line again and he performed it with ease. She asked him to do it again then half way through the line, she showed him a placard which read X-hilir8 and suddenly he felt drunk all over again and promptly stumbled as he took his next step. Everyone was clapping. She snapped her fingers and he was fine again.

Although that incident happened years ago, as Pierre picked up the sub zero bottle of Coor’s Light, he couldn’t forget that one night of insanity. Pierre looked around in the club and saw his friend Luis dancing on the dance floor with a couple of girls they just met. He wasn’t in the mood for dancing for he felt a little sore playing basketball during the afternoon with his buddies. He was contented to chill it out in the bar listening to the music with his ice cold beer.

Then suddenly someone caught his eye. A sexy girl walked in and was walking straight at him. He was admiring the gorgeous lady coming closer, and when the disco lights shone on her face, he recognized her. It was Camille. Surprised, Pierre could not believe that she was in the Philippines. Camille came closer looked him in the eye then sat beside him. She reached closer and whispered to his ear. He had to strain what she was saying then he heard it , “Project Gener8.”

Suddenly Pierre fell into a trance. Camille planted a kiss on his collar then stood up and walked away. A couple of minutes later, Pierre’s buddies came back from the dance floor. But Pierre ignored them and still in a trance like state, walked out the door.

He got out of the bar where a man in a hooded jacket was waiting for the man with the lipstick smudge on the collar. He followed Pierre to his car and got in from the passenger side and dropped a black box on his lap. Pierre opened the package and looked at the contents. There was a piece of paper which he read.

“FORGET WHO YOU ARE. Who you work for is not important. Your mission is to rendezvous with another agent eight days from now at the pier near gate 1 along Roxas boulevard. From now on, you are PIER ROXAS and he will identify himself to you as MV Shipwreck. He will hand you a package that you would carry to the TARGET. Enclosed in the box is a key for the safe house where you will be staying there further details of this mission will be given to you. Go with the agent beside you who will take you there and who will transport you through this mission. Leave all your personal items in the box and leave it in the car. Take with you the Nokia N8 and the Smart Gold Sim which we will use to contact you for further instructions. The PASSWORD to terminate this mission is known to you and you will receive a text message from us releasing you once the mission is complete. Once released, you will not recall this mission and your part in it. Tear and dispose of this message after reading.”

Pierre read the instructions. He left his wallet and cell phone in the box, taking out the Nokia N8 and Smart Gold Sim as well as the key and pocketed them. As he stepped out of the car, a slip of paper fell from his lap, it was his parking ticket. The hooded man picked it up and gave it to him which he placed in his pocket. Pierre tore the message left to him and threw it in the garbage receptacle. Pierre was escorted to a red car which brought him to an undisclosed place. When they reached the safe house, inside were some gym equipment, change of clothing and food to last a week. On a table, there was a box which contained further details and instructions of what he was supposed to do. For eight days prior to the meeting, he was supposed to train in the safe house for his mission was to bomb the visiting foreign aircraft carrier that was coming in on that day. The bomb will be handed to him by the agent known as MV Shipwreck.

Thus Pierre did as he was told. He felt compelled to obey. Eight days passed. He wore the same clothes he wore when he came in and burning all the mission directives in the metal waste bin. A knock on the door told him it was time to go. He pocketed the key and the Nokia N8 and Smart Gold Sim then proceeded to open the door. The hooded man was back, and he was dropped off a couple of blocks from the pier. Pierre walked towards the pier. He was a man with a mission. As he was about to cross the street, he saw a van with a sign on the side which said “Project Gener8.” That was the password to release him from his hypnotic trance which he accidentally saw on an advertising van for Nokia. He suddenly felt dizzy as he stepped further, not noticing the oncoming delivery truck. The truck swerved to avoid him but it still managed to hit him on the cheek with its side mirror. He spun around and staggered to the sidewalk falling unconscious.

Moments later, he woke up and couldn’t remember where he was or how he got there.

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Nokia Project Gener8: The Unexpected Call

One boring Sunday (November 7, 2010), my brain is infested and intoxicated by enormous journal articles.I can count a thousand lambs just to past time but I have to do a lot of reading so as to make my day productive...somehow. Sigh.

I haven't wrote any new blog since March. Yes, I admit, I am not hooked into writing yet. So the story begins. Flashback: me and my partner in crime, Cy (http://absoluteawesomeness.blogspot.com/), decided to join Nokia Philippine's Project Gener8, a contest to retrieve a poor guy's memory (http://www.facebook.com/pier.roxas).

Cy, who is a natural genius has a wild and creative imagination. We tried our luck and submitted two entries for the said contest. We merely talked about this nor slobber over the prizes. Days have passed without us noticing, hence there was a delayed response on our second entry. To our fate, it was also received by Nokia. It was a coalescence of our ideas which has been put up into artistic writing.

By November 7, 2010, my idle phone suddenly rang. An unknown caller was buzzing me and trying to draw away my attention from my beloved journal articles. Since I'm not into answering text or calls from unknown numbers too, I was boggled whether to pick the call or not. This time, I'm having a mixed emotions for an unidentified reason, felt like millions of pins and needles stinging my nerves. I decided to answer the call even if it is against my principle, I haven't talked until they introduced themselves. To my surprise, it was someone from Nokia!! I over reacted of course! :) seems like I'm dreaming analogous to winning a lottery jackpot! I'm in denial, it's unconvincing, my brain stopped working for a short while, feigning from reality then I reiterated and clarified what they've said. Poof! Wake-up!! It's not a prank call! Our entry was indeed officially chosen for the top eight.

I immediately called Cy, for I know he won't answer a call from an unknown. I didn't even bother thinking on whatever he was up to, I'm being annoying as I can. After several attempts of calling, I caught his spirit. I deliriously utter to him the good news I received from the anonymous phone call in full excitement. I'm over reacting right? :)

Semi Flashback: We then undergone briefing on November 9, 2010 at JWT, an advertising firm who handles Nokia's Project Gener8 Campaign. This was a briefing about the second part of the contest, filming our stories in HD using Nokia N8. This is overwhelming and definitely novel since we were suddenly deviated from our genuine world, the realm of medicines. The brainbox will be directing the film, my role this time will be more of our story's execution.

November 10, 2010, we were called to attend the "Official Press Launch" of the finalist. It was held at Greenbelt 3: My Cinema from 1030-1630. We weren't allowed to disclose any information until after this event. We were technically nine there because of me. Okay! No one is allowed to leave their violent comments here as we fully understood the mechanics of this contest and was frequently recapitulated to us. We will only receive ONE prize if ever we won.

A warm appreciation to Nokia Philippines, JWT Advertising Agency, Abracadabra Production House and to all the press who made this event possible. I would also want to thank Mr. Daiguro Dash, WebMaster/ Feature Writer of BusinessMirror Publication for mentioning us on one of his posts.

11/13/2010 00:28

Doctor Turned Story Teller/ Film Maker: Nokia Project Gener8

Reposted with permission (http://absoluteawesomeness.blogspot.com/)

This may come as something new for my beloved 100+ readers who follow me here, for it is not really my custom to write common , day to day events. But like I always say, there’s a time for everything. Recent events sort of force me to tell you a more true to life story of a very surreal experience.

I’ve been writing here for over a year and a half now, I think, and mostly about love and what not. This is my past time to de-stress when I get bored over the things I do in my eccentric life. Well, actually I have a lot of friends to blame for this. I think all your compliments during the past months over my works went to my head somewhat for I have sought to seek confirmation of my writing mettle on a much grander scale.

Nope, I haven’t compiled my works into a book yet. I haven’t found a sponsor for that. But as you will most likely find out, I have joined a writing contest…. Or so I initially thought it to be a writing contest.

If you have heard or seen ads on this guy named Pier Roxas... Yes, dear friends, I have joined Nokia Philippines’ Project Gener8, a contest to retrieve the poor guy’s memory in exchange for a chance to win a Nokia N8.

To be honest, I’ve never heard of all these things up until a couple of weeks ago. My partner in crime, Gly told me about it after we heard Gino and Fran talking about him over RX 93.1. I asked Gly on what was that all about and she was surprised that I never heard about it, for it seems to be very visible over various forms of media.

I got curious and decided to check it out when I went for my customary night coffee at Figaro. I found the Nokia website as well as the You tube video of Pier Roxas.

I thought, this seems interesting, all I needed to do is write a story to supply the poor dude’s missing eight days using eight clues. It seemed pretty straightforward to me then. So after an hour, I texted Gly that I just finished writing a story for that thing we were talking about and I wanted her to read it if it was contest worthy. I e-mailed it to her but she didn’t want to read it at first because she was busy playing BRAIIIINS!!! on FB. But after much prodding I got her to read it and she said why don’t we send it?

I was hesitant, but after a flurry of text messages trying to convince me, I just said that since the contest was her discovery and the ideas in the story were mostly stuff I picked up from her, I told her that she should be the one to e-mail it and put ourselves as co-authors. We really didn’t care for the prize anyway, I just wanted to see how a story I wrote would fair in a story telling contest. Thus, minutes later, I get the text that the email was sent for what was to be our first entry.

The next day, we were talking about the story when we sort of revived a topic on hypnotism which she was interested in a month ago and that we spent hours watching You Tube clips on. I said, hey, we could make a new story on that one. I told her I’d give it a try later when I go out for coffee. Then an hour after arriving at Figaro, I texted her to check her e-mail again. She read it and another flurry of text messages were exchanged with the same end result, hence our 2^nd entry was officially sent.

We were discussing about other possible scenarios and there were actually others like reincarnation, time travel and stuff but I had other things to do then so we ended agreeing to talk about it some other time. But time passed and we never managed to put it into writing.

The deadline for submission of entries passed without our noticing, we rarely discussed about the entries after they were sent. It was just a game to us then, nothing to be lost for trying.

Then over the weekend, I was quite busy then, I found that I had a missed call from an unknown number. Since I on principle don’t bother answering back on numbers I don’t know, I dismissed it. Moments later, Gly was calling and when I answered she was ecstatically screaming in my ear that we got chosen for the final 8. I was surprised then pleased with myself that our entry got in, then I asked which entry and she said, she doesn’t know. We got confirmation later on in the day that it was the 2^nd story that made the cut. Not bad for an hour of typing with 16 oz. of Iced barako blend and an undisclosed number of cigarettes. Then we realized, we were getting a new Nokia N8 as prize. As I look at my relatively brand new, 6 day old Samsung Corby Wifi, I shake my head thinking, I shouldn’t have bought a new phone. What would I do with another one? Oh well, what are partners in crime for anyway? XD

Then what was supposed to be a simple test to confirm my so-called writing skills takes a turn for the surreal. We were called for an orientation yesterday at JWT, an advertising firm handling the Nokia account- the brains behind the Pier Roxas campaign. There we learned that we are supposed to shoot our story with Pier Roxas using our Nokia N8. Damn, there was a page 2 to the mechanics, why didn’t I see that before I decided to write???

But, being one who doesn’t back down on anything, Gly and I decided that it’s something inevitable at that juncture. So we’re going to get a glimpse of another kind of life, far away from the hospital life I am so comfortable with.

So in the coming week, we’ll be making a commercial or short film of sorts on the story we made with a real professional production team and Pier Roxas himself. I’ll be directing and Gly’s “punishment” for putting me in this mess is that she’s going to star opposite Pier.

Earlier, we were at Greenbelt for what they called a “Meet the Press” event where they announced all the eight winners, although technically we were nine since Gly and I were the only tandem winners. So much for the eight everything huh?!!

As of writing, I am at work in the hospital, waiting for new patients to come in through the ER seeking medical attention. As this is a government hospital, there’s no short supply of patients. It’s just funny that nobody here knows of this circus I’ve just entered. It’s like living a dual life, reminds me of Batman/ Bruce Wayne. But I guess the secret can’t be kept a secret for long. So here’s to me and my story and the riot of a video that’s to come. Stay tuned here for updates. I’ll keep you guys posted, wish us luck.

Christmas Time '08

12/25/08 Thursday 1300

Comparing previous Christmases, I can still remember how joyous it was, Christmas songs heard everywhere, bright lights twinkling blinded my astonished eyes, people wear very happy masks way back then, families and individuals of different races and social status filled the churches. Me and my family go to this sacred place to before the long waited Christmas eve. During my childhood I remember me with my brothers falling into long lines just to get one of the arrays of sweet package given to children at Lorenzo Ruiz Chapel, it consists of assorted candies and biscuits, yumm!! That package always made my day. An innocent heart who appreciates the simple things in life, worry free, pure laughter, I just missed those days....

As I observe this very moment, gone is the spirit of Christmas, parades of jocund people, Christmas lights, songs, carolers, and the sumptuous feast. Poverty dominated this special season of giving and sharing. Darkness took away everyone's smile. I'm one of them, I too can't feel its essence anymore. And of course still present here is the inevitable traffic!! Beep! Beep!! I am awaken everyday by honking cars darn!! Divisoria is the culprit obviously!! Endless haggling of buyers for the cheapest price possible crowded the streets. Unavailability of rides going home killed my super tired feet for four years. Had to walk home. A part of my past that ruins my day......

Jologs Boy: Shuli de Leon

12/06/08 Monday 2300

I have no research class, I came there at 1030 for my critical thinking class, I promised to accompany a friend to eat lunch. The guy who talked to me out of nowhere during enrollment in our ID claiming minutes. Me, Ate Garnett, Shuli and his cousin was there also. We got out and said goodbye to each other after getting our IDs. He said "Kilala kita ate..uhmm eh si LEE!!" he can't even pronounce my name, hahaha sorry to you.. Why do you need to look my name in the log book? You're hunting me right? LOL explain further!! You even added me on you friendster and YM. Even asked for my number, do you want my biodata?

We had our snack box at KFC, he paid for it, I'm so abashed. I don't even understand why men do that most of the time. Well, thank you. We laughed a lot and had a jollified time talking about any talkable things in this world. This guy is wearing a green hair, hot pink shirt, a checkered green-yellow shoes. A guy with overflowing sense of humor who knew how to fish out your innate laughing gas. He don't even taunt me inspite of my candid chatters. He is a gentleman too, bravado?? Who's in doubt? I'd praise you whoever you are :)

For the first time, I was 25minutes late for my critical thinking class, Ma'am El Mithra was discussing about fallacies before we had our exam, 3 pages torn from our books. After draining my brain, I flew down and saw my friend Joan Metra!! We were both surprised upon seeing each other, I thought she was studying at DLSU. She said she was waiting for someone. I said, dating? While leaving she said no! "Friend ONLY." Showbiz answer huh, I can relate the situation too. Last week Sytat texted me if I am in the vicinity of the UST because he was there and waiting for A FRIEND. A coinsidence? I don't think so, trails of evidence speaks for themselves! Another discovery? Well I don't care about your secretive life guys.

I finished my lunch box after saying goodbye to her, I texted Shuli and agreed to have a coffee with him in the HS canteen, he told me about his green socks, my face enlightened and asked him if I can see it. He proudly showed it to me of course!! I took a picture of it, bursted in laughter and said "JOLOGS EVER ka talaga." We parted by 1430 then I wandered around to buy gifts to my Espeleta Mates. This jologs guy can make me laugh too, but he has a lot of explanations to do and there is no room for absconding!..or die..

12/26/08 Friday 0330

Unbelievably the weirdest and the most jologs guy I've ever seen besides the shining hiphoppers on their uncountable bling-blings and baggy clothes scattered around the untidy ghetto villa. In fact of his jologness, I can't really remember what he was wearing during our enrollment, he was talking to Ate Garnet most of the time, I merely glance at him. When we left with our shortly awaited IDs, he addressed me as "Lee" not knowing the pronunciation of my glydiatored name. I don't even know him, he said his name is Shuli a.k.a. SJB lols :P because I SAID SO! (Violent reactions is strictly prohibited)

Whirlwinds of events made us good friends. (Oh really? or it is the effect of your hunting?) I just want to coin him "jologs", it was my first time to see someone like him. With that green hair, bright pink shirt, and a green-yellow checkered shoes matched with a green-yellow socks provided him with complacency. I have nothing against the whatsoever looks he carries, I nakedly saw him support his appearance proudly and he really did it good thus normality emerges. Playing the records in my mind, if my close friends would wear that similar apparel which is out of their familiarity, I'd surely vomit and react to death killing them with my mouthful discriminations.

Addicted, hallucinating, hence living in his own magical world, the beauty that lies inside him reflected outside his jologsness. He lives in a noisy rocking place, a certified music virtuoso. Name it! He can even compose a song effortlessly and play several instruments that would surely sound dearly melting a woman's heart. Womanizer indeed, having an array of what he called "companions." (No available room for denials/explanations or I'd bury you alive)

A kind-hearted jocose guy with full of jollified stories masked the sadness in me for a while. A very patient and understanding guy who jotted only few things on my collectible "galit list" in spite of my devilish tongue that wrecked his fragile heart. I'm not into demoralization, feelings of it almost killed the degraded me way back then. Empathy applies. No more repetitions of what someone hated is will be done.

Honestly, I did not mean to, not my personality to do so. I'm appologizing. I appreciate you for who you are, and I won't ever chatter with you plasticky, you know that. Thanks for everything especially for bringing out my joyous side even if it easily fades away with my pain and hatred.

SHULI DE LEON bassist Falling at Zero Degrees (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zR5TuLgyw0M), and the former Kiko Machine (dig out for spiderboy!) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4q-Oab7N6ck).

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Schooling

11/19/09 Wednesday 2400

"The Classes" started last November 4, 2008 Tuesday, I was so tensed and worried about everything. Whew!! My first day was so far so good, my professor is a priest. Yes! a priest! We discussed so many ethical issues, we can talk freely, we can interrupt him during our discussions, which is good too because we can say what we want, pertinent or impertinent ideas will do. Does being a priest and a normal citizen like me has a difference when it comes to analyzing bioethical issues?

Saturday November 8, I was too early for my first class, I came there at around 7:00am, oh come on!! duh! I'm not excited, I'm with my friend that time, we left our homes by 6:30am, his class is 7:00am, it was my choice to get there early, so that's it!!! My first class was Research Methodology, so what? Yes! It is a big deal! My heart was pounding, I can't explain what am I feeling that moment. As in I really don't have any ideas on how to make a research paper, I even emailed my prof because of too much worrying (-16 years in my life! yey!). We started our class by introducing ourselves, sadly, I'm bum, no opportunities for me in the hospitals. They laughed on how I said it, lol, but it's true. I hate being a bum. My prof's name was Alvin Atlas, he was so good, and supportive. I am hoping that I can learn or have knowledge about "Research" after this course. We were dismissed earlier than the said time, I roamed around the campus, with Bill Bonifacio and Adrian Limbo hehehe, I was amazed on their museum, lots of preserved animals and artifacts there! Located in the main building-front entrance.

I got weary of walking, we just got to our next class on time, Critical Thinking, Ma'am El Mithra dela Cruz was great! A very good prof with a sense of humor, she was asking us what is LOVE, hahahaha I said love is love, it is what you felt towards other person, it hurts and it broke my heart. Of course I have my facial reactions while saying it, the whole class laughed! Isn't it too flagrant that I am so bitter? =P Who cares anyway. We had our class activities, and had our endless discussion about what to answer and ended up mailing our answers to each other.

This was not a very good Saturday for me, ate my lunch at 4:30pm pica Ersao pork and a Zagu yummy, too hungry and tired. I have spent my entire afternoon at the library, thinking of a research topic, a "feasible" one, I got home by 5:30, so haggard. Still tired and so sleepy,tic tac tic tac.. at around 9:30pm a close friend asked me to have a coffee, I tripped downstairs on the gutter! Stupidity duh! That was my first time ever to be tripped there in my whole 20years of living here. I got home by 12mn then sleep. At last!!

Gloomy Night

Tonight, I'm broken into million pieces. So much pain that I almost wanted to detach myself from reality. Intense thought stopping immediately transformed itself to uncontrollable emotions. Now I can't even control my tears from falling down. I always think of how you are and it bothers to see you like that.

Yes, I'm not taking your silence against you. What do you want me to do? I can't spell it out. Don't fool me and say that you're okay even if you're not. If you don't want to be heard then fine, I won't ever ask again. I'm not even invading your private space. You need not to announce that you'll open up to make me feel better.

I'm not asking for it anymore. I act uninterested when in fact I really care kills me. I cope differently with you. I take things immaturely as you always say, and you take things maturely by being bitch to people around you.This is how I cope up so don't tell me what to do. I tried talking to you and what did you gave me?

Maybe being dead silent is not stranger than understanding you more. Less talk, less mistake right? I honestly don't know what to do, surely I can compromise for you. I miss the moment where everything between us seems to be perfect. Live in our own paradise of happiness, where it is only you and me exist.

03/08/2010 0128

My Lonely Heart

I'm all alone in this placid corner tonight,

Wishing that everything will be all right.

Caught single-handed in this emotional trap,

This offensive bait is difficult to wrap.

Tears won't dry as the sun shone brightly,

Here I am acting mute dramatically.

Variances are visible as you sink deeper,

Igniting an argument like a burning paper.

Watch it carefully as it swerves into ash,

Only a part can be stored in a stash.

Gaps between us i can't even measure,

Nothing to be listed on my hate brochure.

My heart cannot accommodate so much pain,

Bursting inside is a feeling of disdain.

What to do when reaching out is ignored,

Eagerness then does not strikes a chord.

Together we depict a perfect love story,

Something as beautiful as a morning glory,

Maybe giving in would be appropriate,

Hoping it would mold a better template.

This feeling must be subjected to death,

Before it is hardly to catch one's breath.

Pretending to be ok upsets a complex start,

But saying goodbye is the hardest part.

02/17/2010 1520

The Boy Magnet

I'm not your ordinary girl, I can give you extraordinary love.

Free you from any massive burden, and let you soar like a dove.

Wipe out your pain as we find comfort in each other's arms.

Find ecstasy, and let me mesmerize you with my inate charms.

Tell me how, tell me when, I'll be there anytime upon your wish.

Pry open your comfort zone, ready to serve you is an extra-hot dish.

I know you can't resist temptations abreast carnal attraction.

Together we'll enjoy serenity as I rock your world to satisfaction.

Catch every emotions you turn loose until you're hooked enough.

Slowly I'd make you realize that everythings' was just a bluff.

Your poor fancy defence allowed me to ambush you relentlessly.

It feels so good to be an assailant and be vindictive ideally.

Successfuly managing to summon you towards my sweet road.

A precious grant to dupe that becomes a part of my load.

Someone like you I despise so much that I nearly retch.

Get loss for good along with your junk scripted sketch.

02/14/2010 1630

Female Urbanization

Declaring battle for her own bearing in any circumstances to show off her "female masculinity" to win a combat is common nowadays. She certainly needs to stand for herself as any being would where there are lot of unwanted stimuli clashing with her devastations. But the question is, to what extent?

Anger is a completely normal human emotion that varies from mild irritation to intense rage which can be preceded by an internal or external events. Losing control causes destructive behavior such as hostility and aggression that oftenly leads to trouble. Hence, intrapersonal relationship suffers.

Anxiety that occured from frustration triggers radical females to oppress other mates and brim over their vulnerability. This is intended to control the situation rather than deal with the actual problem thus making the ball game worst. An evidence of uncultured and uncivilized barbarous attitude.

No manners as we simply state, that is a concrete attestation of social position despite formal educations and principles taught. Yes, temperament can be inheredited from our origins but the frame of mind is honed by our family's values and beliefs. So is it safe to infer that attitudes has something to do with one's uprbringing?

02/12/2010 0330

Firing for Romance

People prefer medium cooked steak for its subtlety and depth of flavor so as philanderers would hunt for their victims like a foodie machismo.They heat up ceaseless romantic relationship beyond their respective partner to meet their unfulfilled needs for personal satisfaction of being wanted.

Studies supported that unwanted behavior results from unresolved childhood pyschosocial conflicts wherein it reappears in later life that challenges one's damaged ego all over again. Unhealthy coping then emerges as they try to protect themselves from their own personal intricacies.

Machos are not born they are made and must not to be considered a primordial trait of a particular group. This unacceptable disposition in the society is prominently exhibited by excessive masculinity or virility towards the opposite sex for a great catch. One way to emulate shortcomings.

On a deeper perspective, such adaptation aspect is a stigma that heavily violates the basic ethical principle we rely on. Victims instead fell in a conspiratorial trap of supposedly enchanting feeling called love. Submissiveness in this kind of relationship eventually ignites self-contempt.

Stereotypes of placing themselves on an extreme opposite of a healthy-man continuum made deconstructing the nice-guy-syndrome difficult because it needs psychoanalysis and successful resolution of the unperceived dilemmas. Hence no jerks voluntarilly submit themselves on a psychotherapy.

No remedy. End of the story.

02/08/2010 0300

Traitor

What does it takes to be a sniper? Getting a knife at your back, how does it feels like? Awful! Rotten tomatoes that can seriously injure your personality without you knowing may cause irreversible damage and poor reputation.

Breaking on a previously agreed norms produces moral and psychological conflict within relationship among individuals.Their infestation leads to anger, one of our strongest and most common emotion associated with betrayal. Deadly annoying.

There are facts that present themselves that can back up your instincts. Proofs of suspicion, there will be no more hideous gray area to capture. If you are smart enough, you see things others do not. If you do not belong, better luck next life!

The lineage of rats. If they came from a family of rats, being coward and having a bigmouth is usually an inherited trait. Expect the son to be as stupid. You can start smelling the stench through their own actions and by refusing to face responsibilities.

This involves broken trust. Lost and insecurity:

• They rat on you. Grassing up vows of silence and secrecy.
• They have rackets on the other side. Feeding hungry ears.
• They steal from you. Selling your entrusted possessions.
• They help your enemies. Gaining power and authority.
• They purposely deceive you. Getting information to disseminate.
• They idiotly slips. Catching a big fish in their own tongue.
• They go against character. Deviating seriously from the benchmark.
• They are two-faced. Insulting a good name beneath you.
• They humiliate privately or publicly. Creating destruction.

No rule book, no laws, every situation is different. We cannot contain the fire as much as we want but having a good instinct and common sense will help you more than anything else in the world where we take different measures.

As with anything, you have a severe aversion too. You learn to recognize it, deal with it and eliminate it. We all know how to value trust and loyalty, you give 100% you get back the same or even more. The simplest rule in the universe.

A rule of thumb: anytime somebody does something to you and the thought of murdering the guy crosses your mind, chances are you were betrayed. Of course, there are plenty of jerks out there that you want to put out to pasture.

Whatever treachery it is, one thing you ought to know is that there is no second chances in life. You have to cut your losses and dissociate yourself from that person, otherwise you are a stooge and deserves to be double-crossed all over again.

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Volunteer Nurses

Volunteer nurses contribute caring, experience and assessment skills, to make a meaningful difference in one's life. They have the opportunity to provide compassionate and courteous care to patients throughout the hospital.

With the presence of overflowing volunteer nurses, the one who is in deep need can receive more time and undivided attention from a skilled caregiver without any complaint. Yes, they fully know their responsibilities.

Taking on many different roles in caring for patients regardless of specific duties, volunteer nurses are given the freedom to devote extended amounts of time to one patient if needed. This flexibility allows one to deliver direct patient care.

People who offer themselves willingly without being paid for the services offered. A simple appreciation and due respect given is absolutely heart melting.Often experiences burn out but all they need is some motivations to keep going.

May be exposed to work related abuse such as sexual harassment, overloading of work that exceeds the job description, and being neglected by those who are in hierarchical positions.This and that grapevines may destroy them forthwith.

Left with no choice, they cater to this illegal transaction.No contract, no hospital liability- risking their own professional license in exchange for possible employment. Additional man power at no cost is surely a profitable stint.

Possessing a heart full of courage, volunteer nurses endures all the affliction for whatever reason they secure. Everyone, including them deserve to be treated fairly and humanely, respecting every existing rights of an individual.

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