tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58887732011-04-22T02:19:29.976+08:00i l s e a n | a r m a g e d d o n * *A is for Armageddon.ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comBlogger771100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1150520665064058942006-06-17T12:33:00.000+08:002006-06-20T12:48:36.193+08:00Pasakalye sa Ibang Kwento Tungkol kay NanayA little less than three years ago I found myself knocking at the gates of Asuncion haven in Pasig admidst raging wind and rising waters. Suffice to say that my bond with my car extends all the way to a common inability to swim; so we found ourselves seeking sanctuary from my mother's brood.Somewhere amiddle the chaos of getting-out-of-car, ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1148549965483135122006-05-25T17:29:00.000+08:002006-05-25T20:20:36.206+08:00untitled and overdue(17 may 2006)On rainy days like these,  angels have been known to     stay far above      where neither aeroplanes       nor clouds dare tread;Keeping feathers dry,    untrusting of our      frightfully inadequate umbrellas      and      deliciously ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1146506957570576322006-05-02T01:54:00.000+08:002006-05-02T11:04:37.826+08:00daratingTonight i remembered not to take myself too seriously. Years ago was a boy picking himself off the floor of some party he had crashed; lost in the hours between drunken haze and inevitably hungover. Searching among the wreckage of naked limbs and oddly tranquil barf he would stumble onto what the prophets could only have dubbed as epiphany.I remember it so well that i forget as soon as i ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1144159330494033572006-04-04T21:32:00.000+08:002006-04-04T22:24:50.183+08:00Defying the HordeWe should have run. Everything that was rational, logical and sane screamed it out with monosyllabic sense; RUN ! The Troll was on a mount which meant he was at least level forty. Griffin was uncharacteristically quiet, which i knew meant he would've advocated running as well if he wasn't of the species of black lion also called pridelords. So by all accounts we should have run--ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1141566344423478222006-03-05T20:57:00.000+08:002006-03-21T23:32:39.233+08:00KalachuchiEarlier this evening Anna asked me what i thought of the recent events in the continuing saga of Philippine politics and poopoo things (easily synonymous and alliterative). I like Anna so i couldn't play squirrel; but i've learned that walking away from the answer can sometimes be the way to it. Here is me walking away:It was late, i was hungry, the giant yellow letter 'M' made me do itilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1140151098426281652006-02-17T12:28:00.000+08:002006-02-22T20:30:42.166+08:00Deus ex(from 16 February 2006; and thank you, pldt dsl, for the wonderful delay*)This is what i've been reduced to:There were days i was deluded enough to imagine marshalling a clone army to wreak armageddon the likes of which no drughappy evangelist could have ever imagined. There were days my teddybear's ego was huge enough to decree that those clones would be copies of myself. There were days ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1137516740688554832006-01-18T00:33:00.000+08:002006-01-18T07:10:02.990+08:00Demon Chicken Rising Part I This is what my nightmares are made of:::Somewhere between two and three, long before the king makes his way around and up the eastern passages. Pitch black, cold sweat, everything still. I am wondering why i'm awake; i am wondering if i'm awake.And this is how my thoughts fly in my dreams; a corrugated-corduroy-chameleon game of one thought sliding into another:::ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1136740535209872822006-01-09T01:06:00.000+08:002006-01-09T01:26:58.586+08:00               Agno Street           It is surprisingly unsettling,      this moment of realization,      this subtle love affair           as old as              ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1136460735969461592006-01-05T19:08:00.000+08:002006-01-05T19:49:58.530+08:00armageddon angryIt happens every now and then; quite rarely actually and so quietly that you'd miss it if you blink. So i'm unblinking today. Something is shifting tonight and i can't help feeling cat-cornered-and-ready; so this one's for you Sun Tzu.They taught me a long time ago that there is no shame in running. They said it was okay. They said running is good exercise and you just need to ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1133445306680488172005-12-01T21:12:00.000+08:002005-12-02T00:46:03.813+08:00Pawikan on the Run(For my bestfriend, Paolo, who has never been afraid of succeeding.)(Above: DLSZ's First Debate Team [1998 - 1999]; Seven years after that fateful day they failed to stop Ronald McDonald from conquering the world.)This is what happens when we realize that we can never go back. When we realize that five seconds ago is farther that you can ever travel in kilometers or miles ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1132504414038423982005-11-21T00:33:00.000+08:002005-11-21T00:45:41.206+08:00...On the beach, with her hand in mine, because i am so lost in her and smitten i actually believe i can hold back the end with just that.Where would you want to be when armageddon comes?...*Paint me a picture of how you'd want to face armageddon and i'll give you a blue balloon if it makes me happy (setting and soundtrack would be nice...) --entries are welcome at the comments section.**Per ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1130869384291148152005-11-02T01:48:00.000+08:002005-11-02T16:42:28.413+08:00all souls It's the glaring reminder that whenever we forsake ourselves to the collective, stupidity will inevitably ensue. Sometimes i can't help wonder if armageddon is just an excuse for a cause we all seem to have taken in earnest since we learned that surplus is possible and greed is acceptable. If you really think about it: individual humans are actually intellectually acceptable in ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1128610945128026442005-10-06T22:40:00.000+08:002005-10-06T23:02:25.166+08:00meanwhilei actually meant to write about today's uaap game. it was my first. the junior archers won by twenty-four and damn that makes me happy. =) so by all conventions this should be my dlsz-has-won-its-first-uaap-championship-since-joining-the-uaap entry.but we all know intent and outcome rarely coincide here. and chaos is just destruction's playful little sister.so we find me walking down oneilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1125012863688131542005-08-26T07:26:00.000+08:002005-08-26T07:35:31.740+08:00...it has come to this. six hours till deadline; twenty pages to type. my face has marks from sleeping on my sister's keyboard, (my own keyboard died---couldn't handle the stress)i am suddenly cognizant of how to use drunken-style kung fu by the way i bump into corners when i turn corridors to get water.they've probably figured out i'm not coming to work today,assigning a ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1124195064763380152005-08-16T20:03:00.000+08:002005-08-16T20:27:47.770+08:00armageddon on the runthey lied. i remember them telling me in my daze that if i gave up my fangs, and i traded my sneaks for a nice pair of shiny black shoes, and if i cut my hair, grew antennae like a good ant, and seduced my shadow to come home--i could cross back from pack to flock.apparently there is no going back. so every morning i put my fleece on and dance to school wearing sheep's ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1117193287560472222005-05-27T18:42:00.000+08:002005-05-27T19:28:07.573+08:00ateneo aloha-heyIt caught on driving past Saint Ignatius, kneeling as he has for decades, sword proffered, bird poo on face. I had seen hundreds of grey mornings like this; dew on grass, empty road, sky on fire. There were mornings driving with pugon pandesal on my passenger seat; mornings i broke bread with a wolfpack for 7am class. And a morning I spent 4am looking for Father Dacanay's office ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1116737714802173622005-05-22T12:41:00.000+08:002005-05-22T14:25:59.206+08:00Wi-Fi-IThe Ilsean Armageddon Wi-Fi FAQ V.1aHumor me. For two weeks now, Ilsean Armageddon has been wireless. This means internet access is flying through the air in my room and travelling to the rest of our household computers. This also means my once-ultrafast-hyperfunky connection is now just a prettyfast-hyperfunky connection because i have to share my bandwidth. Lastly, it means that if you ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1113913652358891832005-04-19T20:08:00.000+08:002005-04-19T20:27:32.360+08:00The Windkeep's Haircut(to the Nazarites; for their wisdom and strength)He tells her as he takes his seatthat she must forgive him his ways,and spare pardon for the wisdom required.After all;it is a different sort of caution that we must heed at a time of change.She nods silentlyand begins her work---strand by strand,lock by lock,painstakingly because when we forget how long it takes for ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1112884445896272632005-04-07T22:19:00.000+08:002005-04-07T22:34:05.896+08:00historiographiliacI am up to my ears in history. I eat history (albeit only accidentally). My dreams are sepia with cameos from Saussure, Derrida, and Spiegel. Tomorrow morning i will excrete historic shit. Brush my teeth with photocopies of toothbrushes and use archival toothpaste. Then I will go to our roundtable discussion and open my mouth so that the bits of history in me can come out---theyilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1112615575097920782005-04-04T18:43:00.000+08:002005-04-04T20:07:56.836+08:00IAAF Covert Ops | Declassified Notes # 012a: ANTI-ARNWhat better time is there to play than when you have to work? Appropriately, this illegal broadcast is sponsored by super-aloha-hey-procrastination, nicotine deprivation, and what currently is my favorite periodical---El Renacimiento (especially those surviving issues from 3 May 1903 to 26 August 1903).What happens to me when i'm like this is iilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1111766301864335482005-03-25T23:11:00.000+08:002005-03-25T23:58:21.866+08:00wildcatyes: even for an antiblog, i have been very delinquent. so, we'll settle up in our favorite currency--glimpses and stories.the past weeks' break from armageddon can be explained---i've decided to adopt Manang's kitten while she's away visiting her grandchildren in Surigao. While this pusakal has a litany of cute names, i insist on calling her Muning because i am a firm believer that the ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1108522335913485502005-02-16T10:32:00.000+08:002005-02-28T08:47:08.150+08:00Sounds LikeLet's talk about my recent obsession---onomatopoeia. The fascinating thing about it lies within the bounds of semantics. While most of us would define onomatopoeic words as the human attempt to encapsulate the audible into the verbal, this definition is flawed in that it excludes a second dimension of meaning. Listen: within itself and in an alternate mode that, I am guessing was ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1108057157504231062005-02-11T01:21:00.000+08:002005-02-11T05:18:30.826+08:00Destruction's Boon
I know. I have been remiss in my duties to this blog; my favorite hiding place. But I am here now and fortunately; nothing has gone beyond repair, =). It's time to set things right.
I figured, if you're still reading, then I must owe you something for your patience. We shall do this Einstein's way. A little space for a little time.
Someday, when I am tired of hiding here, ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1104521004207804002005-01-01T02:50:00.000+08:002005-01-01T03:49:39.133+08:00defiance
The clouds began to roll in early evening. The gods must've felt the warmth of our hearth fires, or caught a wift of our gunpowder, or heard the anticipation in our flints, our matches, our posporo and our katol. By the time the first droplets came, the air had been steadily pounding with the sound of superlolos screaming.
They were silent drops against the louder explosions. Butilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1104483758693516552004-12-31T16:55:00.000+08:002004-12-31T17:02:38.693+08:00my silence is loudest on this noisiest of nights.
* * *ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1104390192084933032004-12-30T14:56:00.000+08:002004-12-30T15:09:25.996+08:001896
"And so we come to the final scene so engraved in the mind it has become a national memory even for those born a hundred years later: the walk up the Malecon to Bagumbayan, the black suit and black derby and elbows bound together, the fond glance towards the Ateneo, the calm regard of the crowds on the Luneta, the pulse found normal by a curious doctor, the positioning, the order to fire,ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1103680130451161082004-12-22T08:58:00.000+08:002004-12-22T18:22:16.033+08:00ilsean armageddon project # 012a: Hijacking He Who Ho-ho's Part I
And all that time in high school we kept whining that math and/or physics would never come in handy... =P
Listen:::
* * * deriving santa's speed: * * *
Children under fifteen make up 30% of the world population. (PRB*)
This sums up to about 1,936,088,400 kids. (UN Population Division**)
Santa has about 31 hours (1,117,860 ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1102514735576525702004-12-08T21:38:00.000+08:002004-12-09T01:15:57.493+08:00Ilsean Armageddon Project # 011: burping the yellow dragon
It is a little known fact that Wyoming's Yellowstone National Park is the site of one of the world's supervolcanoes. By supervolcano, we mean to say that the magma building up under the volcano is of such intense proportions and that it has no pressure release points as normal volcanoes with craters do.
This means there is a lot of ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1101105309847514932004-11-22T14:22:00.000+08:002004-11-25T00:44:01.560+08:00exceptions, bounties, notes
While the wise should know when to be still, and while silence is a wonderful blanket made of abstract butterflies, and while I was really looking forward (more of anticipation mixed with anxiety and alcohol actually...) to a motion picture adaption of my favorite books of all time, that is, Ursula Le Guin's Earthsea Cycle, the risk of this was always there; thus:
(ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1100279858464381512004-11-13T01:07:00.000+08:002004-11-13T01:17:38.463+08:00some like it cold
These are some of the brightest minds I've ever had the pleasure of knowing; students of law, board topnotchers, CPA's, corporate cooldoods, future dictators, hehe...and they all come together and speak one language:
dodgeball.
Yes, five years after leaving zobel, we are still playing dodgeball... and singing videoke, and performing not much better than we did when we ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1099632329387729772004-11-05T13:23:00.000+08:002004-11-05T14:23:25.550+08:00some like it hot
I keep wondering everytime I am confronted by the ocean; could it have been here that our most ancient ancestors first encountered the notion of a straight line? An entire horizon stretching so long it deceives the eye and suggests a sense of straight? Can we really blame them for thinking the world was flat?
And what did it do to them, this uncompromising straightness? ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1098987165617504292004-10-29T02:10:00.000+08:002004-10-29T02:12:45.616+08:00From The Nightshift Experiments (# 001)
It happens everyday between midnight and roostercrow. I martyr cigs one by one, drain cups of caffeine, and find my place in the spaces between silent and loud. There is a duality to all this; so much so that i am no longer sure whether i am louder when silent or not.
But here's the deal. You are asleep when i am not. And vice-versa. The implications areilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1097951851340675462004-10-17T02:30:00.000+08:002004-10-17T02:45:01.213+08:00There is no excuse for it. I have been delinquent in my earnest yearnings for world destruction at dapat na akong ipabaril sa bagumbayan! Mabuhay ang Pilipinas! Tuloy ang ligaya...
halong talong
(following a conversation where i am asked what exactly is meant when we say: "HALONG, TALONG!!!"):::
"halong talong" n. exp.
1. a rare fruit-bearing plant endemic to the jungles of ilse's room, the ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1096478842887894952004-09-30T01:56:00.000+08:002004-09-30T01:31:44.546+08:00Musings
Almost four decades ago, Frank Herbert published his science fiction masterpiece Dune in which he so eloquently illustrated what I like to call the 'zenith trap'. The concept is pretty straightforward; the zenith of any given trend is defined by immediate decline. While we normally see the concept of something at the "height of its power" in a positive light; the very meaning of "ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1096306008110809372004-09-28T01:10:00.000+08:002004-09-28T01:30:00.950+08:00Fanmail # 003c: With Love from France Part 3 of 3
(***this is the third part in a correspondence between myself and a french physicist who claims that the Ilsean Armageddon Super-Catapult known as the Hand of God is doomed to failure. The same professor claimed that his car is probably smarter than i am...)
Ilse Le Fou,
Ma voiture merveilleux est le seul noir un dans le stationnement. ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1095593194116888492004-09-19T19:25:00.000+08:002004-09-19T19:28:46.116+08:00loss
How the mighty have fallen. ~sigh with me.ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1095185479964879372004-09-15T01:51:00.000+08:002004-09-15T02:15:15.423+08:00coma
Following yesterday's thunderstorm, my computer, the indefatigable Piotr III, suffered what is still being theorized as a powersurge through its coaxial tv cable connection. The event has left my poor baby in a state of coma wherein electricity freely runs through the motherboard without registering any cognitive functions. This state of events rightfully explains why:
1.) I have been ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1094929316576527122004-09-12T02:38:00.000+08:002004-09-12T03:50:11.263+08:00timeout muna: a boon! a boon!
My name is ilse. By some accident you seem to have stumbled upon my domain. This is a good thing. Ask Jimmi. It is even more fortunate that you came at a time when i'm doing this weird inter-mission wherein you, my dear reader, stand the chance to win a boon from me. Think about it: a megalomaniacal embodiment of destruction (na marunong pang magluto, maglinis, at ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1094572435162829562004-09-07T23:34:00.000+08:002004-09-07T23:56:12.506+08:00Fanmail # 003b: With Love from France Part 2
So I write him back:
(translation follows original text)
Professeur Leone de Bourges,
Où garez-vous votre voiture et quel est son nombre d'identification de GPS? =)
Ilse le fou
* * *
Professor Leone de Bourges
So where do you park this car of yours and what is its GPS ID locator number?
Ilse the Insane
* * *
A Drunken Master Practices Verse
ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1094273468094550542004-09-04T13:33:00.000+08:002004-09-04T12:53:52.966+08:00de droom van de droomdroom: Lactose Intolerant Sun
Last night i dreamt they diagnosed the sun lactose intolerant. Dutiful megalomaniac that I am, I had taken it as an oppurtunity to end the world by "borrowing" (forcefully and without permission...) all three of NASA's remaining space shuttles, loading them with cheese, and flying them sunbound.
We loaded the Endeavor with plain old cheddar ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1094058414542809212004-09-02T00:40:00.000+08:002004-09-02T01:15:33.123+08:00Fanmail # 003a: With Love from France Part 1
I suppose i have no right to be surprised anymore. After 37 hours of backbreaking work finishing the gargantuan trebuchet project we lovingly call the HAND OF GOD, i was greeted by this wonderful letter from a French physicist named Jean Leone de Bourges.
(translation follows original text)
Ilse le fou,
Je suis un physicien de L'Université Du Minouilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1093875622998345182004-08-30T21:48:00.000+08:002004-08-30T22:55:46.966+08:00Ilsean Armageddon Project # 010: HAND OF GOD
There are two key concepts to this project:
First off, the trebuchet was a siege weapon that succeeded the Greek catapult and the Roman ballista. It was introuduced by the French in the 12th century and was better because it had better range and accuracy. The latter improvement is still a novelty among mathematicians today who claim they can ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1093327773735896252004-08-24T14:07:00.000+08:002004-08-24T22:32:41.486+08:00megalomaniac mode: ON
i have not had a smoke for 13 days; humor me. i need this...
They called it the Mark of the Legion. The historian Vegetius documents that before he was formally inducted into the Roman Legion (historians are the toughest bunch of fools on this planet! ROAR!!!), he was given the Mark; which was most probably the letters SPQR branded or tattooed onto his skin. Conventionalilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1092844144929680772004-08-18T23:47:00.000+08:002004-08-19T01:31:15.053+08:00Fight of the Month 002: A L I E N !
vs.
It's time once again. Last month, Yosi Kadiri caught up and ultimately beat the snakegod Zuma in the last few days of the fight. This month's fight features two pairs of muppets from simpler days when summerdays were spent finding loose change for glasses of mais con hielo or icecandy. Back then it was actually frustrating that the grown-ups of Sesame ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1092406874493013612004-08-13T21:56:00.000+08:002004-08-13T22:38:17.740+08:00Ilsean Armageddon Project # 009 ::: PREY ON FORWARD
This is the result of a very unique combination of research-fatigue, oversmoking, too much caffeine, and my inherent meanness.
The premise is simple. I'm sure you're familiar with the 'PAY IT FORWARD' principle. Well to be short and sweet about it; 'PAY IT FORWARD' is the idea developed by Catherine Ryan Hyde in her book of the same title. ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1092125463195921092004-08-12T11:03:00.000+08:002004-08-12T11:27:00.986+08:00ilsean micro-armageddon exercise # 001: crippling a libe
The prospect of initiating armageddon is a problematic one. The logistics, alone, is daunting. The necessary effect of any given action has to be exponential considering i'm just a crazy bum valiantly aided by his bloodthirsty killer-teddybear, and a wonderful cast of clowns which includes an armageddon chef, a conscientious hacker, a ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1091584424381776792004-08-04T09:45:00.000+08:002004-08-04T10:03:15.583+08:00high
Yesterday was catharsis. We looked up and saw that beyond the rooftops, beyond the powerlines, there were still clouds and some of them still remembered how it was to be white.
We, ourselves, remembered other times when we wanted to create instead of destroy. We remembered Naivete and how she was always pretty. Always choosing shades of pastel and hues of eventide. And then we rememberedilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1090910813416765522004-08-02T02:00:00.000+08:002004-08-02T03:59:59.520+08:00history lesson interlude
...And only a part of what was observed in the past was remembered by those who observed it; only a part of what was remembered was recorded; only a part of what was recorded has survived; only a part of what has survived has come to the historians' attention; only a part of what has come to their attention is credible; only a part of what is credible has been grasped; ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1091138817378865172004-07-30T05:55:00.000+08:002004-07-30T06:12:24.033+08:00destroy! destroy!
tip for insomniacs: accept it. stop trying. you will feel less bitter.
The operative term, of course, being "less" (as differentiated from "not at all"). Three hours ago i was walking up the stairs with my 2am coffee (my family has the uncanny genetic trait of getting sleepy after imbibing huge quantities of caffeine) when this paperclip made the worst mistake of its life by ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1090952479228545362004-07-28T02:09:00.000+08:002004-07-28T16:22:04.716+08:00dreaming awake
The problem with not being able to sleep is at a certain point dreamthings cross over and come after you. This morning it was one of my former Jedi Masters, Bob. Here is what i remember from our conversation:
Jah Man Dramatic Entrance Sequence Variant B
(background music; high-pitched, backup-singer-style, voices fade in singing 'Stir It Up')
"....stir it up... little darlin'..ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1090859047518119472004-07-27T00:00:00.000+08:002004-07-27T07:03:14.136+08:00field report
Excerpt from a field report submitted to the IAAF Central Hive today:
Lord Ilse the Shadowless,
Embodiment of Destruction,
Avatar of Shiva,
Padishah Wannabe Etceterah Boom-Rah.
Sir:
Contained herein is field report #2004-qr62 of IAAF Social Subversion and Indoctrination Unit #002a here in Sumilang, Pasig City. We have successfully infiltrated the primary education system of 84% ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1090521043874100832004-07-23T02:29:00.000+08:002004-07-23T02:30:43.876+08:00papercut
So this is what anger looks like on white paper.ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1090351149365560682004-07-21T02:53:00.000+08:002004-07-21T04:20:05.893+08:00fanmail 002
Dear Ilsean Armageddon,
We would like to express our utmost disapproval of your defacement of one of our venerable leaders; Mao Zedong. In our culture, he is one of the most respected figures who led the peasant revolt against the abusive warlord bourgeois and later on coordinated both the 4th army and Eighth Route Army of the Communist Red Army against the Japanese invasion.
We ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1090173705554238802004-07-19T01:59:00.000+08:002004-07-19T03:03:12.233+08:00armageddon for hire
Sawa ka na ba sa mga hassle sa buhay mo?Ayaw mo na bang mag-isip para sa sarili?Tinatamad ka nang bumiyahe,ang gusto mo'y nakahiga na lang,napapagod ka na ba sa kakayakap sa asawa mo?*
To cut the long story short, we figured we haven't been doing enough for the cause. So we've decided to raise funds for lack of anything better to do. Armageddon is for hire! (we accept visailsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1090007169982660202004-07-17T03:30:00.000+08:002004-07-17T03:49:02.566+08:00
I haven't been sleeping. Not at night at least, and not at the recommended dosages. You would think i'd be happy because it is wreaking havoc and armageddon on my brain. It is not making me happy.
In protest, i have decided to mount a picture of the avocado outside my window on the head of Chairman Mao.
(Mind you, i mean no disrespect to neither avocado nor Chairman Mao...)
$%#$!*ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1089786906373986102004-07-14T14:06:00.000+08:002004-07-14T14:40:09.483+08:00luto
No quest is worth undertaking on an empty stomach. That's why we've decided to enlist into our ranks, the first Armageddon Cook. Of course not just anyone can join our company. It takes guts. It takes deadpan. It takes no small amount of je ne sais quoi.
Hence our choice for position of Armageddon Cook, our very own Iron Chef, former team captain of the best football team in the world (ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1089641380428422512004-07-12T22:02:00.000+08:002004-07-12T22:34:43.116+08:00sapakan muna!
I l s e a n A r m a g e d d o n * *
proudly presents
tHe fIgHt oF tHE moNTh!
On the left corner, wearing god knows what... sporting a gigantic cig to rival the biggest baddest kapres... DOH's most celebrated anti-smoking mascot... YYYOOOOOSSSSIIII KKKAAADDDIIIRRIIIIII!!!!!!
And on the right corner, wearing a red bahag... sporting two gigantic pythons... ANG ANAK NI KULKULAN... ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1089276902855716872004-07-08T16:51:00.000+08:002004-07-08T17:41:05.316+08:00postscripts and updates
Made some changes to the blog template. You will have to be patient with the color scheme as i'm feeling it out.
There' also the matter of my shadow going rogue and starting his/her/its own blog:
"Superhero in Manila"
We have filled the position of 'Official Ilsean Armageddon Cook'! (details will follow soon!) Semilastly; i'd like to give due credit to Jin for his ilxeilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1088964251696844212004-07-05T01:59:00.000+08:002004-07-05T02:04:11.696+08:00still
Sunday morning, 1:58am. Been feeling odd since waking up at 9pm earlier this evening. I feel the world is quieter tonight. Like something is waiting for something and it prefers to do it in silence. Remembered T.S. Eliot's "The Hollow Men" (mi papa's favorite poem). The poem ends thus:
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1088680587643464362004-07-01T19:05:00.000+08:002004-07-01T19:31:46.253+08:00awake
Sometimes i manage to fool myself into believing i'm not as crazy as i'm afraid i might be. Then i get dreams like this.
The dream's beginning and end are somewhat hazy. But this is the part that i remember. Fortunately (or otherwise), it's the part that makes me question my sanity.
The dream found me sitting on my 'puter chair. I had a pitcher of peach-colored stuff on the table when iilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1088573298116414972004-06-30T13:26:00.000+08:002004-06-30T13:30:38.680+08:00in memoriam
Hiroshi Tsuburaya
March 8 1964 - July 24 2001
While searching for pics of the Babilos for the last entry I ran into these fanatics of shaider who had an e-group (shaider@yahoogroups.com) up. Going through their messages today I learned that Hiroshi Tsuburaya, the actor who played Alexis (Shaider), passed away three years ago from liver disease.
I always believed the longest ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1088495705878765642004-06-29T15:51:00.001+08:002004-07-08T14:03:36.463+08:00Ilsean Armageddon Project#008a: ALLO SHAIDER
(**disclaimer: this blog entry is best read while listening to 'boom-shigi-shigi' from the shaider soundtrack... you can find it here: "http://gyaban.tokusatsu.org/shaimulti.htm")
Flickin' through the local channels months ago found me watching the classic pulis-pangkalawakan series: SHAIDER. Naaliw ako, parang bata, tuwang-tuwa. Funny thing was, I ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1080559975966494362004-03-29T19:32:00.000+08:002004-03-29T19:39:15.700+08:00Armageddon Happened
What else can i say? Armageddon came knocking and i was stupid enough to answer the door. =) Does anybody have a good plan for armageddon? Thank you for passing by, i hope you are well. =)ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1074421443665221392004-01-18T18:24:00.000+08:002004-07-08T17:49:57.563+08:00
Click image to enlarge!
Yes, El Pollo Diablo is dead. For the record: I DIDN'T DO IT. The job was messy. Muning, the village cat was never good at black ops (he works for M'ral which is by no means associated with IAAF). Apparently, i wasn't the only one irritated by the Demon Chicken.
~Sigh. Now i wish we had done the job. Then it wouldn't have been this messy. And it wouldn't have been allilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1074003822582561602004-01-13T22:23:00.000+08:002004-01-18T17:17:25.186+08:00Ah, the images have been moved. And Blogspeak has been assimilated into Haloscan! The Balance has been restored.ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1071769635962459782003-12-19T01:47:00.000+08:002004-01-13T22:10:52.700+08:00help wanted!
Yes, yes, the updates have been scarce but it is not for lack of dedication to the cause. The IAAF Recruitment Drive has been somewhat of a mixed success. The response is good quantitatively but only a couple are of the stock we need if we are to end this world THE RIGHT WAY.
The right way you ask?
Yes, the right way.
Here's my favorite IAAF wannabe example. His name is BF and ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1071035116192764242003-12-10T13:45:00.000+08:002004-01-13T18:31:03.576+08:00
Ever wished you could do more for the cause of Ilsean Armageddon than just littering?
Do you have any experience designing/assembling/using DOOMSDAY devices?
Have you been living your life looking for that elusive GLOBAL SELF-DESTRUCT BUTTON?
Does your boring existence include reading the blogs of psychotic people who want to end the world?
The recently formed Ilsean Armageddon Armed Forces (ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1068308881195390182003-11-09T00:28:00.000+08:002003-11-09T00:35:21.163+08:00el pollo diablo
It's quiet now but they'll be back in a couple of hours or so. Frankly, i'm not sure how long i can hold up against them. I don't know where they are from, who they work for, or why they want to stop ilsean armageddon. All i know is that they come at around 3am every night, that they are relentless, and that their attack comes in the form of a mind-numbing, stupefying, ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1067406926944108482003-10-29T13:55:00.000+08:002004-01-13T18:31:23.046+08:00Cinc
I don't remember last week very much. This is immensely frustrating because somewhere between alabang and tagaytay, sometime between two fridays ago and last sunday, i had conceptualized (cue Tchaikovsky) THE GREATEST ARMAGEDDON PLAN EVER CONCEIVED!
And now i don't remember.
(Could this be why i feel comfort in the Gaiman's notion of a library of dreams? All that we've never written or ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1066332029975387082003-10-17T03:20:00.000+08:002004-01-13T22:13:57.153+08:00Ilsean Armageddon File#002 Anti-Gambit
3:05am, too late for study, too late for sleep. Why am i typing away instead of enlightening myself with tidbits from The Christian Commitment of Today's Filipino (a wonderful read, bestseller yata...)? BECAUSE I HAVE A PLAN:
Ingredients:
one (1) very good, rush-job hacker
one (1) theology 151 teacher
one (1) theology 151 teacher antimatter
Procedure:
1ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1066330349574122592003-10-17T02:52:00.000+08:002003-10-17T03:06:02.676+08:00Zombie-Ants Marching
Somewhere in the yet-to-be-understood cognitive structures of our brains, there has to some kind of Bullshit-Threshold-Level that i can adjust everytime i need to read through theology readings. If any of you guys know where such a lever can be found and how it can be appropriated for my purposes-- keep it to yourself! YOU'RE TOO LATE! This is my last oral examination and i ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1066025506499459052003-10-13T14:11:00.000+08:002004-01-13T22:14:58.890+08:00a megalomaniac remembers
Sa mga nababato. Sa mga magsesembreak. Sa mga heyjay. sa mga minsang naging magkaibigan. sa mga insomyak. sa mga nakangiti. sa mga alkoholik. sa mga totoy. sa mga nakakulong sa selda ng pag-iisa. sa mga minsa'y panget pero nasa centerfold na't buhok ay green. sa mga mahilig sa butterscotch. sa mga gagraduate na sa wakas. at kay punk zappa:
nine years nang nasa awto koilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1065549756901788902003-10-08T02:02:00.000+08:002003-10-08T09:22:40.270+08:00it leaks out sometimes
What is destruction but an extension of our sentimentality? An offense against our human sensibilities, our collective vanity. When one takes the time to see it, nothing has been desroyed because nothing has been created. We can squabble over the details of differences between death, destruction, disintegration, deconstruction (D is for a lot of things? --hehe) but the lawilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1065512004499356642003-10-07T15:33:00.000+08:002003-10-07T23:38:15.883+08:00prereqs pink panthers pythons parade!
It has come to my attention that any self-respecting villain has to comply with certain "villainous" prerequisites if he is to be taken seriously. The tasks are rather daunting but i do understand the need for standards-- we can't have two-bit amateurs running around claiming they're evil when they're just......well... ummm... bad.
As far as i remember ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1065341903765832752003-10-05T16:18:00.000+08:002004-01-13T22:16:34.530+08:00fanmail
Got this through the mail--it's nice to know ilsean armageddon has fans...
Dear Ilsean Armageddon,
My name is Danny, i'm only turning twelve this weekend but my mama tells me i'm mature for my age. That's how i know what 'armageddon' means! I am writing because what you're planning to do is BAD! Planet Earth is our home! Don't you watch captain planet? He teaches us to take care of ourilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1065288374002238102003-10-05T01:26:00.000+08:002003-10-05T02:01:45.683+08:00project001 underway!
So my lola asks me while i'm raiding the ref this afternoon: "ano ba ang ginagawa mo na gising ka ng alas-dos ng umaga?" ("what do you do that keeps you up at 2am?").
"Ah, lola, pinagpaplanuhan ko lang po kung pa'no ko gugunawin ang mundo..."
It takes a short while for it to settle in. That's about 10 seconds of her waiting for the punchline, another 10 seconds reviewing ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888773.post-1065108243134939972003-10-02T23:24:00.000+08:002004-01-13T22:24:01.936+08:00Ilsean Armageddon File#001: come together
"Isn't the moon so romantic?" she sighed as she lay her head against his chest. The stars were out en force, the clouds obviously intimidated, and the bright moon was only a day past full.
He mumbled something in the affirmative, pulling her closer against the cold december wind. The moon was uncommonly bright.
"You can almost imagine how it feels to ilsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680276019641991835noreply@blogger.com