Arzakem's Biotopia

She will be missed. Certainly. Damé (read "dam" with a goat's mee) left us almost 5 years ago. But she is missed and will always be. She was a charming stocky woman of humble height and complexion as brown as her garden soil. Her legs would arc like bows pressured against the ground. She had that noticeably black thick hair that would unfurl into a wavy length reaching her shoulders. She had finely-drawn pencil brows above her dark deep eyes that would give you an inch of fear in a single look. And who would ever forget her faved fashion - stripes and tucked in just above the belly? Damé wasn't really a charming woman, but she was my fifth grade teacher. But this is not how I remembered my "maestra". There were much more to those thick dark lips. There is more to those casual pinches she gave us. There is much more intimacy in what my "maestra" taught me than any other teacher I have ever had. Frankly, it wasn't the high grades either. She taug...

It has been barely a month since the doctor diagnosed me as Type II Diabetic. So what has changed? No nothing, no vows, no promises, no diet rules, no exercises, no nothing. Somehow, I just got well from bed after a three-day struggle with what I believed to be complications. But I don't want to start this page with the uneasy sureness I just declared - that what kicked me down was really a diabetes complication. I had always been allergic to temperature changes, pressure, and discomfort. I had always known that to be inherent to me way back since last month when I took the FBS test (Fasting Blood Sugar they say) with a rocketing 400 blood sugar level. Huh, that's great, I'm diabetic, I thought for a while. It was raining that time, so I had to get the result from a clinic downtown with great effort as I have to cross an alley while getting wet at the same time. Does the weather know that I'd be shock with my results and its delaying my knowing of it? Funny. I remembere...

How would you like a roundtrip to the moon for a hundred million dollars? Definitely, who wouldn't want a trip to the moon? Imagine the following benefits: a. becoming history's first lunar tourists; b. the chance to be closer to your inner wildthings than anybody else; c. be one of the passengers of the world's most reliable spacecraft, the Soyuz; and d. the chance to find out how it is to be really departed from your dear ones (no more naggers Well, of course you can also discount the following disadvantages: a. becoming part of a big experiment on finding out what happens to tourists if they are sent to the moon; b. undergo a training like every other astronaut and would-be astronauts. I don't really have an idea but they say it always gets closer to hell; c. of course, lose a hundred million dollars on the process which could have been your best car ever or your tenth trip around the world with all the luxury; and d. I think you'll be spending more time photogra...

If you would, you can download this short film from Pocketmovies. This is the link: "Meeting Agnus" . This "movlet" just makes me think somehow a little bit lonely. So what is this about? Just relationships my friend, and no more. Somewhere back in time, I used to believe that the measure of a man's life can be mathematically checked by counting the number of people he left as friends minus those he'd encountered as enemies on the time of his death. Somehow, nobody can count for you. We always deserve our personal views and opinions. And nobody can always have a clue on counting which is which and who is who. It's like a balance scale - make more friends and less enemies or else you'll get negative. We'll why be afraid of getting negative? Let's insert the religious Hell scare here and you'll know why I was much afraid of negativity those days. Negativity isn't really a certified word in this. I just made it up from my Math lessons a...