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  1. #171

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    draconian literature... how very intriguing! all right i'm in!

  2. #172

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    The Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon poem

    by Paolo S. Macachor

    I saw a lioness who devoured her counterpart.
    She had a Courier with authority that could oppose those
    who attempt to do harlotry with her. She seduced those
    who were weak through her Courier.
    Wisdom is needed here. To understand the mystery of the
    Courier, it begins with a count that is equivalent to Six hundred thirty-
    nine or the point of origin if spoken in Rene DesCartes terms.

    The Courier was allowed to speak and to have those who were
    seduced, want to speak to him. And then the lioness used the
    Courier to scorn those who have already been sealed with
    her spell of extravagant admiration. The lioness was smart,
    tactical to leave those who were gullible to be left with unrighteous
    craving for the sinister agent. This agent is tantamount to a drug.

    But they will overcome the lioness, for she will become just another
    predecessor. The wrath of indignation will come upon her. And then
    the crouching tiger will be revealed. Her stern-faced arrogance will beat
    that of the lion for the crouching tiger is more sophisticated for she
    looked like a bear but could devour just like the lion. Even then, those who
    are dynamic will overcome the crouching tiger for deep in the darkness,
    rests the hidden dragon.

  3. #173

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    She seduced those
    who were weak through her Courier.
    Wisdom is needed here. To understand the mystery of the
    Courier, it begins with a count that is equivalent to Six hundred thirty-
    nine or the point of origin if spoken in Rene DesCartes terms.
    cell phone man nang Courier nimo doh!!! klaro kaayo 639 = 0 og sa Cartesian Coordinate Plane 0 man nang point of origin.

  4. #174

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    ayaw na dad-on diri ang multiple personality disorder bai. this isn't the right place.

  5. #175

    Default Re: Istoryan Writers

    dragon literature

    OT: giluod ko atong pustiso ni Ray Fiennes sa Red Dragon.

  6. #176

    Default EVE OF MAN

    An artic darkness closes up on Nathan and drowns him. Â*He strives to reach out his hands for something to hold on but he is pulled deeper into the darkness’ depths. Â*He screams however the darkness swallows the sound and creeps into his mouth, filling him, becoming him until Nathan is no more.
    Blue moonlight glows in a room of steel walls. Thin, long wires; thousands upon thousands of many colors, Â*slither like a nest of worms, their tiny heads rising towards the light. Â*Nathan finds himself in the middle of the nest, looking upward at the blue moon. Something…someone is holding out to him, yearning out, calling his name. Over and over and over again.
    “Nathan…Nathan….” The whispers ripple throughout the room and slowly take shape, that of a slender hand trying to touch Nathan. Â*A slender hand which belongs to a Girl bathed in angelic white against the blue moon.
    Nathan feels suddenly a deep longing, a growing sadness emptying into an abyss of dark despair that emanates from this vision. Â*She…whoever she is… is crying but Nathan couldn’t hear the sobs but discovers his own tears falling down. He follows the drops’ descent down and finds the wires growing on his legs, climbing upwards.
    “Nathan…”
    Then Nathan realizes that he is actually sinking into the worms’ bog. The wires fiercely grab his limbs, wrapping themselves tightly, constricting, restricting his movement. Horribly the wires bore into Nathan’s skin. He feels the wires entering through his pores, crawling through his veins and snaking their ascent toward his mind. Â*
    “Nathan…”
    He painfully tries to get hold of the hand from heaven but it is too late. He is beyond help. Â*Nathan looks at the Girl whose face becomes frozen in time and tears. Â*He cries out as the wires pierce his mind, blind him, then kill him…
    “No!” Â*Nathan finally hears himself screaming. Then he clamps the scream shut, everything becomes still. He slowly senses himself out of the darkness. Â*Blood starts to warm his shadow-frozen limbs and Nathan is able to move a hand to wipe away the sweat off his face. Soon, he is able to hear his heart beating and his mouth gasping for air. Â*
    He quickly turns on the lamp beside his bed and his room is swathed in soft, yellow light. It spreads out to his textbooks, his papers, most of his earthly belongings. Â*The hands of the clock by the lamp direct to show that it is already two in the morning. Â*Nathan sighs wearily, it always ends like this for the past four days. Â*The dark dream, the cold room, the crying angel, what do these all mean?
    What is happening to me, Nathan asks. What is happening…?!
    He didn’t sleep again. Â*Instead, he walks over to the bathroom sink and splashes handfuls of water on his face. Â*He stares at his reflection in the small mirror, at the dark rings around his eyes. Â*“I’m looking at a face not my own,” he tells himself. Â*
    Nathan goes back to his bed then dresses himself in day-old jeans and a shirt, putting his road-tired sneakers then quietly sneaks out his room and out of the boarding house without stirring the other occupants. Â*When he comes to the rusty iron gate, someone is waiting. Nathan couldn’t believe his eyes. Â*
    It is her, the angel in his dark dreams, standing just beyond the gate.
    “Wait…you!” He calls out as he pulls open the gate. Once he is on the other side, Â*the Girl is gone. Â*He walks to the middle of the street, looks both ways then sees a silhouette turning a corner. Â*He sprints after it.
    For several blocks, Nathan runs. Sometimes, he gets lost but he finds where he is supposed to go as he is guided by crumbs of details flashing through his mind. Â*Like a glimpse of a bar sign, or a shadow of a number, the glare of a name, or an image of a fish ball vendor. Â*Crumbs guiding him to where he does not know, crumbs left behind by someone Nathan does not know.
    Finally, Nathan plants his tired feet in a part of the City which does not slumber, where the stars meet their rivals in neon lights and electric boards, the place where the heart of the City beats in techno-rhythm. And the animals dressed in human skins prowl these concrete water holes to satisfy their need for thrills.
    Nathan stands still amidst this urban night chaos for a few feet away stands his angel, waiting. Â*She stares at him wonderingly as if asking what-took-you-so-long-?
    The youth answers back, aloud. “Who are you?”
    The Girl blinks her reply, silence.
    Nathan takes a step forward and another, she matches his advance with her own. They stand, nearly touching. Nathan is able to see her closer, clearer. Â*She has dark hair which cascades beyond her shoulders, her skin is light, her face neat but it is her eyes that hold attention. Dark as the night, these eyes are filled with sorrow and loneliness. Unbearable loneliness.
    Nathan impulsively grabs her into his arms. The young man can no longer stand seeing the loneliness in the Angel’s eyes. He gradually draws away, still in an embrace but he desires to see her face. Nathan sees tears brimming around the Girl’s eyes. He carefully places his hand on her cheek to wipe the tears away with his thumb. The drops fall, illuminating the black asphalt beneath their feet into a shining circle of light.
    Nathan stares around him, the nightclubs and restobars, these places are slowly wilting into shadow disappearing from sight. Â*The Girl steps back, the lights flooding into her, covering her in a gleaming corona until she becomes a beam of light that soars to the dark heavens.
    Shouts and screams are heard everywhere as people panic during the blackout. Â*But Nathan remains, gazing at the night sky where the stars shine pure as their rivals are now gone. Â* He observes a star larger than all the rest, moving away in a steady direction and Nathan knows that he is meant to follow it.
    The celestial leads Nathan towards the business district of the City where life is a fast-paced Monopoly game, where everyone is a piece who wants to bankrupt the Banker. Â*The star guides Nathan to the Gryphwind Tower, the latest and the tallest building in the district.
    Nathan climbs the marble tiled steps by twos and threes until he stands before the monolith glass doors. Â*He pushes through and finds himself in a gigantic hall, solid magnificence designed to squash mere mortals with awe. Â*Amazingly, there are no security guards or like personnel. Â*Nathan walks, unchallenged, towards the gilded elevator where the doors open before his approach. Like an invitation that cannot be refused, Nathan steps into the plush vermilion carpeted carriage as the gilded doors close.
    He waits as the elevator makes its ascent. Nathan somehow knows that his angel is waiting for him to arrive but he also feels that something else is waiting with her. Â*
    The elevator stops, Nathan braces himself as the doors open.
    All of a sudden, an azure aura blinds him. He slumps to the floor, unconscious.

    He wakes up in a steel chair facing a steel table. On the other end of the table sits an older man with graying hair and sincere, golden eyes. The stranger seems to be there for quite some time.
    “Hello”, he said to Nathan, relieved.
    Nathan yawns and stretches his arms then rotates his neck.
    He takes a glance around. Gray walls, ceiling, floor, and surprisingly, no door. Â*Two strong-looking men in suits acting like sentries. Â*
    The youth stares questioningly at the other occupant at the table.
    The older man extends a hand over. Â*“My name is Balfour. Â*It’s a pleasure to meet you finally, Nathan.”
    Nathan quickly shakes the man’s hand but at the mention of his own name, Nathan draws back, “How did you know my name?”
    Balfour smiles then sits back in his chair. He pulls out something from his pocket and throws it to Nathan. Nathan sees it to be his wallet, with his ID, papers and cash.
    “As you can see, it’s all there… now, Nathan, you don’t mind if I call you Nathan?”
    Nathan shakes his head.
    Balfour continues, “Thank you. Â*Can you please tell us what are you doing here?”
    “Can you please tell me where I am?” Nathan answers.
    “You are in a holding room of our corporate headquarters here in the Gryphwind Tower. Â*Answer my question…”
    “I don’t know…,” Nathan replies, glancing nervously at the two sentries with severe faces.
    “I think you do,” Balfour says. He leans over the table and watches Nathan carefully. Â*“Tell me, please.”
    Nathan is mesmerized by those golden eyes, the man expects to be trusted and appears to be sincere. Nathan does not know if it’s the lack of sleep that he has become so naïve, he decides to tell Balfour the truth, or something like it.
    He shares to Balfour the dream, how it began four days ago, how it haunts him every night since then. Â*Nathan tells about the cold room, the worming wires and especially the Angel who only cries frozen tears. Â*The Angel who appears to him the last night he could remember, the chase through the City, the encounter, the lights coming and going, the star guiding to where he is now. Â*All this Nathan tells without hesitation or interruption.
    Balfour listens and he does not say a word until the youth finishes his narrative. Â*When Nathan remains silent after a moment or two, Balfour speaks.
    “This is quite interesting…”, Balfour turns to the two guards. “You may leaves us.”
    The two men glance at each other then Â*disappear through a hidden door on the wall behind Balfour. Â*Balfour stands from his chair and stares at the ceiling then commands, “Cease all audio and visual, please?”
    “Yes sir”, a voice from nowhere confirms.
    “Now,” Balfour returns to his seat. Â*“Back to you. Â*I have to be honest since you have been honest with me, Nathan. Â*I find you a very intriguing person.”
    Nathan does not know how to take that so he stays quiet.
    “Very intriguing indeed,” Balfour says. Â*He smiles, “I have something to show you.” Â*Balfour places a steel case on the table and opens it. Then he reveals a sheaf of papers from it and gives the papers to Nathan.
    Nathan takes the papers and glances at them then he stops. Â*Each page is a detailed sketch of him, in various poses. Â*He stares back at Balfour with a question.
    “This was done by a three year old girl,” Balfour replies. Â*“ A very special three-year old girl a long time ago. Â*Have you heard of the Human Genome Project?”
    Nathan stares blankly.
    “It’s a unified effort to map out the entire human DNA, to discover its secrets, to uncover the code of creation. Science institutes, medical companies, pharmaceuticals, governments and private individuals invested billions into this project.”
    Nathan wonders who made the drawings and where is this all headed.
    “The implications of the results from the Genome project are limitless. Drugs that can cure the once incurable diseases, immunity at a pre-natal stage, tissue regeneration and human cloning. You have heard news of a cult that claims to have cloned a human being in Egypt.”
    Nathan says, “I thought it was a hoax.”
    Balfour smiles again. He sets his golden eyes on Nathan. “No, it wasn’t.”
    Balfour pulls out folder and he shares its contents with Nathan, pictures and documents which the youth skims as the older man goes on. “My group, the Foundation, has successfully cloned 8 human fetuses. We allowed the fetuses to remain female. From the eight, unfortunately only one survived. The strongest survived, we named her Eve.”
    Nathan gazes at a photo of a young Girl. A Â*bolt of recognition seizes him, its Her, the angel.
    “When Eve was born, she possesses traits totally uncanny. Â*Heightened consciousness, a high degree of intelligence, regenerative abilities, extra sensory perception both post and pre cognitive and here’s the clincher…she also possesses telepathic and psychokinetic powers.”
    “How is this possible?” Nathan whispers.
    Balfour sighs, not hearing Nathan’s question. “You see, we didn’t just cloned, we used the Genome Map to target areas that require manipulation, changes that needed to be made. One of the astounding discoveries we found using the Map is that there is in fact a genetic inhibitor that retards the growth of certain unique neural pathways. Â*We removed this inhibitor and now our test subject, Eve, is able to use the full potential of her brain. Eve is none other but the next step…no, it would be more correct to say, the ultimate level of human evolution-- an eon before its time.”
    Nathan asks, “Did she do these drawings?”
    Balfour nods.
    “How… Where is she now?”
    Balfour studies Nathan. “We raised her in a sterile environment and analyzed her. We now have data to last any scientist several lifetimes. Â*As time progresses, her powers reached levels beyond our ken. Â*Our group had to use severe means to subdue her, nonetheless she is a unqualified accomplishment.”
    Nathan asks again, “Where is she?”
    “Would you like to see her?”
    Nathan nods, “Yes.”
    Balfour thinks quietly for a moment then shrugs. “Why the hell not? Follow me, please.”
    Balfour stands and opens the hidden door, he allows Nathan to pass first then he comes after the youth.
    Through a long corridor, Nathan and Balfour pass several laboratories and offices occupied by all sorts of people doing tests, studying , monitoring data and passing around documents. Â*Security cameras are placed on every corner, watching. Â*
    Balfour leads Nathan what seems to be the core of the complex.
    There is a large metal cylinder placed at the center of several computer consoles where people monitor information flashing on the digital computer screens. Â*When Balfour approaches, the people stand in attention.
    “How is she?” Balfour questions the nearest scientist.
    The personnel checks her screen. Â*“All vital signs are normal.”
    “Open it,” Balfour commands. Â*The scientist raises an eyebrow and an unspoken question. “Open it,” Balfour reiterates.
    The scientist does as she is bidden. She types in the command on her keyboard. The metal canister lowers itself to reveal a clear column interior. Through the column is a human figure that is totally immersed and suspended vertically in a blue fluid.
    The figure is female and appears to be unconscious.
    Nathan steps forward to look closely at the sleeping girl inside. Balfour calls out dramatically, “Nathan, this is Eve. ”
    “That’s impossible, I saw her.. I just saw her out in the street.”
    Balfour laughs. “That was her avatar. A psychic manifestation of her consciousness, calling out to you…”
    Balfour walks towards the canister to a spot beside Nathan.
    The youth stares at the Girl whose naked body is punctured with wires at several thousand places. “What have you done to her?”
    “As Eve grew older,” Balfour explains. “She became rebellious and uncooperative. It reached a point that she became a problem.”
    “You mean uncontrollable,” Nathan declares.
    “She developed free will so we had to subject her to this stasis gel. Don’t worry, she is in no danger. Â*The gel only paralyzes her major neural and physiological functions. Â*She is kept alive by a life-support system monitored by my staff.”
    Nathan slams a palm against the canister. “You call this alive? She’s in pain!”
    Balfour is unaffected. “I know you may think this all wrong but you don’t understand the importance of this project. Before Eve became uncooperative with the experiments, she has been exhibiting the ability to move photons and excited molecules, the very essence of energy. Â*It was necessary to subdue her to continue this research. Drastic measures had to be made.”
    “My God,” Nathan stares at Balfour. “You’re crazy…”
    Nathan scatters his gaze to everyone present. “You are all crazy!”
    Balfour frowns. “Think what you will, you are in no position to judge us or our work.” He releases Nathan then turns to the guards arriving. “Your timing is impeccable, Â*gentlemen, take him away.”
    Nathan struggles as strong hands claim his arms. “Where the hell are you taking me?” The youth cries out.
    Balfour fixes himself. “To be Â*analyzed and studied, I want to know Eve’s interest in you. I thought you might also want to know too.” Â*
    The guards bodily carry out Nathan who is kicking and punching his captors. He actually gets one sentry in the face. Â*The guard releases him and Nathan is able to grab the gun, showing out from the man’s hidden holster. Â*The other guards throw Nathan down and reaches for their guns. Â*Nathan aims the gun at Balfour.
    Balfour stands where he is. “Don’t be foolish, Nathan. Â*You don’t want to do this.”
    Nathan says, “Yes I do.” He then changes the direction of the gun towards the cylinder and pulls the trigger.
    Something sharp and hot hits Nathan on the arm and he is pushed towards Eve’s glass cage. Â*He sees the bullet hole, the bullet stuck in the gel. Â*On an impulse, he clenches a fist of his good arm then slams it on the bullet hole.
    The guards holster their weapons and grip Nathan, restrain him down on the floor. Alarms are ringing everywhere, Balfour is barking orders and personnel are running to and fro in a frenzy. Â*Nathan stares back at the container, seeing the hole much large than before, watching it grow, cracks forming all around.
    “Eve…” Nathan whispers.
    Eve opens her eyes.
    The glass bursts into a thousand pieces, the gel flows out and covers Nathan and his captors. Nathan wipes away the bitter-tasting gel but soon begins to feel its effects, his body starts to grow numb and cold. Â*The artic darkness is coming for him.
    Balfour watches in amazement as the wires are pushed out automatically from Eve’s body and she stretches as if waking from a long sleep. She floats out of her canister then stares around.
    Balfour and the others remain frozen like a grove of statues. Â*The alarms are crying like maddened sirens.
    Eve turns to Balfour, a seething hatred is clear in her eyes. She clenches both of her fists and something strange happens to the air around her. The atmosphere becomes tense and charged. A blackout appears then red lights crown the area as emergency power kicks in but the gloom returns again. Â*Only Eve shimmers from head to foot, an aura of light covering her entire form. She spreads her arms like wings and an explosion erupts from her. It Â*overpowers every electrical device, giving birth to fire, attacking Balfour and his personnel with a thunderous force.
    The explosion storms outwards, smashing every wall and barrier on all sides. Â*It seems the whole tower is trembling. Soon, the chaos subsides and all is left is ruin. Â*What is left of the complex is debris and darkness. Â*
    Nathan opens his eyes and raises his head. He can clearly see the night sky’s horizon several hundred meters away. Â*He also sees Eve who is staring at the horizon too as if waiting for something. Then it comes, the first wayward beams of a new day.
    Then she turns to Nathan who is trying to sit up. They look at each other in wonder. Eve casts her eyes on Nathan’s bleeding wound, her fingers caresses the gash. Â*The blood clots and the wound heals itself. Nathan becomes aware of a fiery shiver all over his body. Rapidly, Eve slumps over to him, surrendering to the exhaustion brought by the event that just took place.
    Nathan takes her in his arms, not noticing Balfour who picked up a gun then gradually approached them. Â*When Nathan realizes it, Balfour is pointing the gun, his hand shaking with rage.
    Balfour trains the gun directly at Nathan and fires repeatedly.
    Nathan stares at Balfour who incredulously witnesses the bullets vanishing in mid-air. “How..how can that be?!” Â*Balfour falls to his knees as Nathan rises, carrying Eve.
    “Who are you?”
    Nathan says to Balfour simply, “We are the dawn of humanity arriving.”
    Balfour digests this. Â*Nathan, with Eve in his arms, turns away and walks towards to the shining horizon. Â*Balfour smiles, he laughs hysterically as tears brim his eyes. Balfour then discovers himself alone in the ruins, Nathan and Eve has disappeared into the sunrise.

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    Default THE CLUMSY CHEMIST SONG/MISERY IN THE LAB CLASS

    (To be sung in the 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS)

    On the first 1st day of lab class it fell into a crash:
    A long calibrated buret.

    On the 2nd day of lab class it fell into the trash:
    Two wire gauze and a long calibrated buret

    On the 3rd day of lab class it fell into a crash
    Three watch glass, Two wire gauze
    And a long calibrated buret

    On the 4th day of lab class it fell into a crash
    Four Florence flasks, Three watch glass, Two wire gauze
    And a long calibrated buret

    On the 5th day of lab class it fell into the trash
    Five iron rings, Four florence flasks, Three watch glass
    Two wire gauze, And a long calibrated buret

    On the 6th day of lab class it fell into a crash six clamps for-holding,
    Five iron rings, Four florence flasks, Three watch glass, Two wire gauze
    And a long calibrated buret

    On the 7th day of lab class, it fell into a crash, Seven rods for stirring,
    Six clamps for holding, Five iron rings, Four florence flasks,Three watch glass
    Two wire gauze And a long calibrated buret

    On the 8th day of lab class, it fell into a crash Eight burners burning
    Seven rods for stirring, Six clamps for holding, Five iron rings,
    Four florence flasks,Three watch glass Two wire gauze
    And a long calibrated buret


    On the 9th lab class it fell into a crash
    Nine beakers breaking Eight burners burning
    Seven rods for stirring, Six clamps for holding, Five iron rings,
    Four florence flasks,Three watch glass Two wire gauze
    And a long calibrated buret

    On the 10th day of lab class it fell into the trash
    Ten rags for wiping, Nine beakers breaking Eight burners burning
    Seven rods for stirring, Six clamps for holding, Five iron rings,
    Four florence flasks,Three watch glass Two wire gauze And a long calibrated buret

    On the 11th day of lab class, it fell into a crash
    Eleven droppers dropping, Ten rags for wiping, Nine beakers breaking
    Eight burners burning, Seven rods for stirring, Six clamps for holding,
    Five iron rings, Four florence flasks,Three watch glass Two wire gauze
    And a long calibrated buret

    On the 12th day of lab class it fell into a crash
    Twelve test tubes popping,
    Eleven droppers dropping,
    Ten rags for wiping, Nine beakers breaking Eight burners burning
    Seven rods for stirring, Six clamps for holding, Five iron rings,
    Four florence flasks,Three watch glass Two wire gauze And a long calibrated buret

  8. #178

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    much more creative than the Ramon Jacinto station's parody of the popular holiday song....
    It got corny at times...

    This one's gotten it down the rhymes, the syllabication, it's just great. Nice work, bro








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    hehee.. cool song. i love it.

    i'm so glad to see new istoryan writers! keep on writing, you guys.
    i may not be that active but my pen is. scribbles here and there. i can't seem to end a full script. hayyy.

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    @thisbe.ara and biddle, thanks so much for the kind words! glad to you enjoyed it as much I penned it-- actually sang it with my batch during the annual Chemistry Dept. Christmas Bash-- it was a certified hit!

    and since the season of giving is nearing, i hope that more istoryans come to this thread to share their talents and creations... amen.

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