David Blaine's Latest Stint, but for a good cause!
NEW YORK, U.S.A
David Blaine' has escaped — again. Shackled to a spinning gyroscope and hovering forty feet above Times Square, the magician managed to free himself Thursday about 2:15 p.m., bringing an end to his latest stunt. A dehydrated and weakened Blaine, who had been inside the gyroscope for 52 hours without food or water, landed on a wooden platform after jumping from the hanging gyroscope. He was strapped into the contraption Tuesday around 10 a.m. and his goal was to be out by 2 p.m. Thursday.
The 33-year-old magician was not injured. The gyroscope, with three spinning steel rings, flipped Blaine in assorted directions as often as eight times per minute. He had no protection from chilly, rainy weather other than his clothing — including a black nylon ski jacket with matching pants.
The stunt was part of a promotion for Target. On Friday morning, Blaine is expected to lead 100 children and their families selected by The Salvation Army on a shopping expedition at a Target in Jersey City, N.J. Each family will receive a $500 gift certificate from the retailer. Blaine has said this stunt was particularly important to him since The Salvation Army had provided him with clothing while he was growing up.
In May, Blaine spent some 177 hours underwater in an endurance stunts. Previously, he spent 35 hours balanced atop a 100-foot pole and was buried alive in a see-through coffin for a week. He also spent 61 hours inside a block of ice.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Black Parade - My Chemical Romance ; 6:49 PM
Black Parade - My Chemical Romance
When I was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band He said 'Son when you grow up, would you be, the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?' He said 'Will you, defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made? Because one day I'll leave you a phantom to lead you in the summer to join the Black Parade.'
WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY, MY FATHER TOOK ME INTO THE CITY TO SEE A MARCHING BAND! HE SAID 'SON WHEN YOU GROW UP, WOULD YOU BE, THE SAVIOUR OF THE BROKEN, THE BEATEN AND THE DAMNED?!'
Sometimes I get the feeling She's watching over me And other times I feel like I should go And through it all; the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets And when you go we want you all to know:
We'll carry on We'll carry on and though your, dead and gone belive me, Your memory we'll carry on, will carry on And tell your heart i can't contain it.
The under world is waiting. our romance sends you realing from decimated dreams. Your misery and hate will kill us all! So paint it black and take it back And let's shout out loud and clear! Defy unto the end we hear the call...
to carry on We'll carry on and though your dead and gone,believe me Your memory will carry on we'll carry on And though you're broken and defeated Your weary widow marches
On and on we carry through the fears(ooooooooh) Disappointed faces of your peers(oooooooooh) Take a look at me Cause I could not care at all
Do or die You'll never make me Because the world, will never take my heart. And though they try They'll never break me They want it all They wanna break this bone.
I won't explain Or say I'm sorry I'm not ashamed I'm gonna show my scar Give a cheer For all the broken Listen here!
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero Just a boy who had to sing this song I'm just a man I'm not a hero I don't care
We'll carry on We'll carry on And though you're dead and gone,believe me, Your memory will carry on You'll carry on And though you're broken and defeated Your weary widow marches on!
Do or die You'll never make me Because the world will never take my heart And though they try They'll never break me They want it all They wanna break this bone.
Do or die You'll never make me Because the world will never take my heart And though they try They'll never break me They want it all They wanna break this bone.
Do or die You'll never make me Because the world will never take my heart And though they try They'll never break me They want it all They wanna break this bone. (WE'LL CARRY ON.......!)
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
pinoy dream academy 12th probationary scholars ; 6:46 PM
PINOY DREAM ACADEMY'S 12th PROBATIONARY SCHOLARS
The members of the Headmaster’s List have already been determined. But the scholars are hardly in the clear, because nominations night was still there to haunt them. And speaking of which the judges, usually encouraging, had some harsh words for the nominees.
Davey got a score of 8.01, which in previous nomination nights would have been safe, but this put him on probationary status nonetheless. Judge Wyngard Tracy had this to say to him: “You are one of the, if not the, weakest scholars in the Academy". Needless to say, even Headmaster Jm was left stunned by this dagger of a statement.
Yeng suffered the same fate. Judge Louie Ocampo was unimpressed, noting: “I saw the original performance of what you sang, and you just imitated it…” and added insult to injury, saying: “You did a bad performance.” Yeng got a score of 7.27 for the night.
Rosita evaded the five-nomination rule, but couldn’t escape a very crucial one. Her 7.93 grade had Judge Leah Navarro tell her to put more time into studying the crucial aspect of this competition. He got a 7.66 grade for his troubles.
Ronnie rounded out the nominees. Judge Kitchy Molina pointed out inconsistency in his facial muscles, restricting his vocal power. She added, however, that it was minor and simply needs some work.
Panky was named the star scholar for the second straight week, with a score of 8.99.
Another announcement was also made by Headmaster Jim; only text votes will determine who will be expelled, for now on. So now, it will be the viewers who will solely determine who stays and who leaves the Academy.
Their fate is in your hands! Choose to save Davey, Yeng, Rosita or Ronnie by texting PDA [NAME OF SCHOLAR] and send to 2331 for Globe, Sun, Touch Mobile or Bayantel SPAN subscribers, or 231 for Smart, Talk n' Text or Addict Mobile.
Monday, November 20, 2006
the PACMAN destroys the EL TEREBLE ; 6:58 PM
Pacquiao-Morales: A Career Ender For “El Terrible?”
Many fighters from Feather to Lightweight can remain competitive into their middle or even late thirties. Two critical factors which contribute to the long or the short of it are physical and mental battle scars. Having now lost four of his last five fights with ever increasing punishment, it is no wonder that as he sat on the canvass with the thousand yard stare, Erik Morales shook his head in resignation.
Even as he walked to the ring, he had the look of one on the way to the dentist for a root canal. With half-smiles and eyes down he seemed reluctant to even be there. Manny didn’t look much better, but at least had a game face. Here was a guy who had recently been clearly out-pointed by Zahir Raheem, stepping into the ring with, IMO, a rising, top five PFP fighter well on this side of the hill. What was he thinking? Knowing when to quit is half the game in Boxing. It enables one to avoid a senseless beating, especially at the end of a grand career. There are those who say, “He should have gone out on his shield.”
I would much rather see that reality check, blank stare, than have a great fighter sacrifice himself and his future health to the blood lust of the fans, or some masochistic ethic.
Kostya Tszyu stepped back v Hatton. Frazier stayed home v Ali and many other fighters have hit the wall and knew it, or decided to bag this one, and get back to the camp and train better for a rematch. Of course a clean KO avoids these messy decisions, but a series of evermore punishing knock-downs or thrashings which clearly and accurately predict the outcome, should be taken as enticements to use common sense.
Last night’s fight was an excellent example of a professional fighter yielding to the dictum that “discretion is the better part of valor”. Boxing matches are much, much more than just sex and violence. They are, many times, a passion play in which we see, in microcosm, great decisions being made which bear one one’s honor, reputation and future health and wealth. Morales-Paquiao III was such a fight.
ROUND ONE was the usual parade lap as the drivers heat their tyres and jostle with the competition, scraping their hooves in the dirt and snorting. Manny was more aggressive and was exercising his new-found right to good effect. It’s kinda like that first hit in a football game…it chases away the butterflies and sets the tone for action. Pacman took the round as Erik did not seem ready to start fast as pre-fight speculation had predicted.
The first significant punch came with 1:02 to go in the First Round as Erik threw a left and Manny countered with his right over Erik’s arm as Morales re-cocked his left to double up but missed as he fell to his right from the force of Manny’s right. The last minute of the round got things up to speed as Morales began charging, driving Manny to the ropes at times. The first time against the ropes Paquiao did a pretty humorous foot shuffle of which Ali would have been quite proud.
I noticed that unless Erik was in full attack, his arm motions seemed a bit listless, whereas almost every stroke by Manny had tension and purpose.
ROUND TWO cranked up in earnest at 2:32 as Paquiao made his first really furious charge with a four or five punch combination. Erik just did avoid getting significantly tagged by any of them, but from the look of it, it was just a matter of time. After some pretty good action which saw both fighters drive each other across the ring to the ropes making good contact…at 1:11Manny caught Erik with a left just below Morales’ right ear.
Just before that Erik had Manny at the ropes and falling at a forty-five degree angle to his left. Erik misses a left and a right…Manny throws a right which reached full extension before hitting Erik in the face…Erik counters right which sails over Pac’s right shoulder as he ducks forward. Then, before Morales can recover his right guard, Manny throws the sweeping left and Morales goes down on left knee and right glove. Erik took his eight and gutted it out to the end of the round in heavy punch and counter with Manny.
THIRD ROUND’S THE CHARM.
At 2:05, after picking up where they left off at the end of Two, Manny sells a punch to Erik’s mid-section which causes Morales to drop his left guard, whereupon Manny throws a crushing right chin-checker to Erik’s head who reels and counterattacks. At 1:36 Morales throws a straight left at too great a range and allows the glove to drop during recovery from which he tries to double up. Alas his second left was thrown from too low allowing a stiff and fully loaded Pacman right to check off Erik’s head.
Manny follows the retreating Morales with repeated lefts driving him to ring center. At 1:27 Manny throws a right straight down the pipe between Erik’s gloves. The punch folds him up as he reels back from a Pacman half-right which is followed by a point blank left which drops the fading Morales to his right knee and into the ropes. Morales rolls right with his head near the canvass and struggles to his feet. Ref Vic Drakulich checks the fighter during the eight and prepares to reset the match.
Just then Manny comes moving in as Vic looks over his shoulder to get Paquiao’s eye for the restart. Upon seeing Manny moving in before being invited Vic sends him back to make sure Pac’s first move is upon his (the Ref’s) explicit instruction. Then one of the HBO crew (Possibly the irritating white-haired geezer) yells out “What is he doing?” as if the Ref is giving Erik too much time. Thankfully, Manny Steward explains to the dolt that a fighter must remain in a neutral corner after a KD until called out by the Ref, rather than just creeping up behind the Ref’s back before he’s ready to resume.
Back in action, they both let it all hang out with tremendous shots and contact. Erik hit Manny with one shot equal to or better than the blast delivered to Manny’s head by JMM back in May of ’04, which caused the TV image of Manny’s head to blur so much it looked like it was being sucked through a wormhole into a parallel universe. The Pacster walked right through it.
Then, as Erik retreated with his left guard at about mid chest Manny set his left foot and lunged a right which fell short, followed by a huge left right on Erik’s kisser. Any fencing master would have been pleased. Morales went down pretty much in the same place he had the last two times, but this time he drew his knees up, rested his forearms on them in the realization that his boxing career was probably over. At 0:09 he took a deep breath, shook his head and made peace with himself.
The stats showed Manny to have been fully twice as effective as Morales. Manny’s camp and fans were transported by his victory; A great victory also for Shelley Finkel…couldn’t happen to a better guy.
It has been a pure pleasure to watch a scruffy, one-dimensional fighter from the Philippines mature into a world class boxer with expanded skills and repertoire move into the mainstream of our sport. One thing has not changed though: Manny’s focused aggression.
For what it’s worth, IMO Erik should retire. He has been there and done that…so many of us hope you find a new direction and go with our thanks and admiration El Terrible. See you at the fights.
the rockstar's story: I'm Haryl harzie Acha. Born last All-Saints Day 1987. Proud to represent the Pearl of the Orient, the Philippines and the City of Smiles, Bacolod. I'm 5'5" in height.. Pinoy ako, pinoy tayo pero with Spanish-Chinese blood mix.... I am.. "makulit", sociable & spontaneous. I'm a very simple urban dub. Nothing special on me. I'm just your guy next door.. the upper-middle class guy! I'm a sane person but sometimes a real jackass! I always come up with wild & crazy stuff at the weirdest times. :: I do a lot of talking.. a talk that larded with jokes. Other people says I'm a really laid back person which I think is a good thing. I'm also a joker, though most of the times my friends find my jokes corny, but i still tell them. Still, sometimes I could be the most boring man on earth. :: I had this I-don't-give-a-damn attitude. I don't bother what other people say like doin' a backbite and insecure criticisms. Just know me first before you judge.. and judge me by my intentions not by my actions. I really care those humbly advices to me. :: I don't like breaking the laws.. even just for fun. :: I love clubbing. I know how to party and enjoy partying. Wherever the party is happening, I'll go. I'm absolutely in the mood for whatever the night holds. Dancing 'til dawn and party like there's no tomorrow. I just love everything from rollin' up in a pub, to dancing, to even jumpin' behind the deck from time to time.. It's really great when you're in a mob of party people doin' poppy cock talks with hot mommas.. Damn cool. And the sound system kicks ass and the crowd was going crazy. It gets me pumped! :: Music is my life besides my family and friends. I had no ambition to sing. But dammit, singing makes you feel good. hehehe.. :: I'm a couch potato. Everything is all out. So no matter what I get from chillin' at home on black leather couches for hours with my couch buddy fronting a boob tube or a night hangin out with friends.. its always the best time.. :: I'm a man full of adventure. I'm always willing to take chances. I do things mostly i can mosh to.. biking, driving, strolling, sports..anything under the sun. I'm not good enough on swimming but badminton is what I'm into. And I just came into conclusion about sports as a metaphor for life. :: I really enjoy fleeing off to the beach. :: I'm a day tripper. I love to travel and I travel for fulfillment.. The best road trips are never planned..and that's fo' sure! :: I had also a kinky side.. a nutty nookie! hehe.. But I don't cat around.. and im not much in a place where the topless dancer spanks her female caddie. :: I'm on a drunken spree for many times and I always enjoyed to get a bun on before. Now, I totally cut out smoking and avoid binging on alcohol, especially drinks with carbonated mixers. I got limitations in drinking. I just hate it when i'm bagged and woozy.. and the slipshod hang over.. hehe.. and the worst to be eighty-six bcoz of drunkenness.. [still, i can't resist for sometimes.. haha].. I'm also a tear jerker.. mostly when im screwed or whenever someones crying or when im watching a drama tv show or movie. :: I has never smoked pot or done ecstacy. I don't really dabble with drugs. And I don't need some shit to settle my stomach. :: I had no piercing nor tattoo on mah body. :: I had much interest watching CSI, 24, Pamela Andersson on STACKED, Jeniffer Garner, Tony Hawk and Buckey Lasek on X Games.. They're all fearless.. And the backflip one..yes, that awesome! :: On dressing up, I wear anything. I can adapt to any style. I like simplicity. I don't believe in dressing the part. I used to wear worn out jeans, shirt & converse sneak. I can get away with wearing jeans to work because I never looks sloppy. A casual but tailored.. And what goes best of all with the outfit is attitude. Wearing a cap is also an excuse not to fix my hair. :: For sometimes, i go to a grogshop if i felt i'm really too grubby. Just can't help to be a raggamuffin bully. :: I like colors blue, green & white. :: On food, I do love to eat pasta, chicken, taco, lumpia, lasagna, bolgogi, kimchi, sushi, rice n' a box and lucky me pancit canton extra hot chili. I ususally eat with chopstick.. I'm a person who enjoys good food and drink.. a real good cuisine. :: On love, I'm romantic at heart. Although I do believe in just letting things happen. I am partial to good looks backed up with conversation. But physically, she has to have a nice booty. A classy booty. :: During my past schooling years, it's been a hard time for me since I found out I'd flunked a major subject.. I always mugged up during exam time.. a lot of pressures. :: I had plans to take up another course or just to have a master's degree. But for now I'm enjoying mah work and chillin out at night. :: I'm a INC, and go to church every Thursday & Sunday. :: I can cook an omelet and an instant pancit canton.. I do my own laundry.. :: I just hate pretense. :: I totally hate CLASSISM and DISCRIMINATION in all kinds [esp. on the basis of racial and social status]. Niggas in the hood do not appreciate that shit! Just don't let others feel they are discriminated, belittle 'em and to treat 'em with scorn if you don't like 'em. Don't be a snooty idiot if you don't want to be dump on too.. I'm a strong believer in karma. :: So, what else you don't know about me? You just even read my autobiography! Anyways, please add me in your cyber friends and thanx so much for those who accepted my invites.. I'm that nigga that you can always holla to.. Leave me a COMMENT.
NEW YORK, U.S.A
In May, Blaine spent some 177 hours underwater in an endurance stunts. Previously, he spent 35 hours balanced atop a 100-foot pole and was buried alive in a see-through coffin for a week. He also spent 61 hours inside a block of ice.
The members of the Headmaster’s List have already been determined. But the scholars are hardly in the clear, because nominations night was still there to haunt them. And speaking of which the judges, usually encouraging, had some harsh words for the nominees. 
Yeng suffered the same fate. Judge Louie Ocampo was unimpressed, noting: “I saw the original performance of what you sang, and you just imitated it…” and added insult to injury, saying: “You did a bad performance.” Yeng got a score of 7.27 for the night.
Pacquiao-Morales: A Career Ender For “El Terrible?” 
I would much rather see that reality check, blank stare, than have a great fighter sacrifice himself and his future health to the blood lust of the fans, or some masochistic ethic.
The first significant punch came with 1:02 to go in the First Round as Erik threw a left and Manny countered with his right over Erik’s arm as Morales re-cocked his left to double up but missed as he fell to his right from the force of Manny’s right. The last minute of the round got things up to speed as Morales began charging, driving Manny to the ropes at times. The first time against the ropes Paquiao did a pretty humorous foot shuffle of which Ali would have been quite proud.
the rockstar's story: I'm Haryl harzie Acha. Born last All-Saints Day 1987. Proud to represent the Pearl of the Orient, the Philippines and the City of Smiles, Bacolod. I'm 5'5" in height.. Pinoy ako, pinoy tayo pero with Spanish-Chinese blood mix.... I am.. "makulit", sociable & spontaneous. I'm a very simple urban dub. Nothing special on me. I'm just your guy next door.. the upper-middle class guy! I'm a sane person but sometimes a real jackass! I always come up with wild & crazy stuff at the weirdest times. :: I do a lot of talking.. a talk that larded with jokes. Other people says I'm a really laid back person which I think is a good thing. I'm also a joker, though most of the times my friends find my jokes corny, but i still tell them. Still, sometimes I could be the most boring man on earth. :: I had this I-don't-give-a-damn attitude. I don't bother what other people say like doin' a backbite and insecure criticisms. Just know me first before you judge.. and judge me by my intentions not by my actions. I really care those humbly advices to me. :: I don't like breaking the laws.. even just for fun. :: I love clubbing. I know how to party and enjoy partying. Wherever the party is happening, I'll go. I'm absolutely in the mood for whatever the night holds. Dancing 'til dawn and party like there's no tomorrow. I just love everything from rollin' up in a pub, to dancing, to even jumpin' behind the deck from time to time.. It's really great when you're in a mob of party people doin' poppy cock talks with hot mommas.. Damn cool. And the sound system kicks ass and the crowd was going crazy. It gets me pumped! :: Music is my life besides my family and friends. I had no ambition to sing. But dammit, singing makes you feel good. hehehe.. :: I'm a couch potato. Everything is all out. So no matter what I get from chillin' at home on black leather couches for hours with my couch buddy fronting a boob tube or a night hangin out with friends.. its always the best time.. :: I'm a man full of adventure. I'm always willing to take chances. I do things mostly i can mosh to.. biking, driving, strolling, sports..anything under the sun. I'm not good enough on swimming but badminton is what I'm into. And I just came into conclusion about sports as a metaphor for life. :: I really enjoy fleeing off to the beach. :: I'm a day tripper. I love to travel and I travel for fulfillment.. The best road trips are never planned..and that's fo' sure! :: I had also a kinky side.. a nutty nookie! hehe.. But I don't cat around.. and im not much in a place where the topless dancer spanks her female caddie. :: I'm on a drunken spree for many times and I always enjoyed to get a bun on before. Now, I totally cut out smoking and avoid binging on alcohol, especially drinks with carbonated mixers. I got limitations in drinking. I just hate it when i'm bagged and woozy.. and the slipshod hang over.. hehe.. and the worst to be eighty-six bcoz of drunkenness.. [still, i can't resist for sometimes.. haha].. I'm also a tear jerker.. mostly when im screwed or whenever someones crying or when im watching a drama tv show or movie. :: I has never smoked pot or done ecstacy. I don't really dabble with drugs. And I don't need some shit to settle my stomach. :: I had no piercing nor tattoo on mah body. :: I had much interest watching CSI, 24, Pamela Andersson on STACKED, Jeniffer Garner, Tony Hawk and Buckey Lasek on X Games.. They're all fearless.. And the backflip one..yes, that awesome! :: On dressing up, I wear anything. I can adapt to any style. I like simplicity. I don't believe in dressing the part. I used to wear worn out jeans, shirt & converse sneak. I can get away with wearing jeans to work because I never looks sloppy. A casual but tailored.. And what goes best of all with the outfit is attitude. Wearing a cap is also an excuse not to fix my hair. :: For sometimes, i go to a grogshop if i felt i'm really too grubby. Just can't help to be a raggamuffin bully. :: I like colors blue, green & white. :: On food, I do love to eat pasta, chicken, taco, lumpia, lasagna, bolgogi, kimchi, sushi, rice n' a box and lucky me pancit canton extra hot chili. I ususally eat with chopstick.. I'm a person who enjoys good food and drink.. a real good cuisine. :: On love, I'm romantic at heart. Although I do believe in just letting things happen. I am partial to good looks backed up with conversation. But physically, she has to have a nice booty. A classy booty. :: During my past schooling years, it's been a hard time for me since I found out I'd flunked a major subject.. I always mugged up during exam time.. a lot of pressures. :: I had plans to take up another course or just to have a master's degree. But for now I'm enjoying mah work and chillin out at night. :: I'm a INC, and go to church every Thursday & Sunday. :: I can cook an omelet and an instant pancit canton.. I do my own laundry.. :: I just hate pretense. :: I totally hate CLASSISM and DISCRIMINATION in all kinds [esp. on the basis of racial and social status]. Niggas in the hood do not appreciate that shit! Just don't let others feel they are discriminated, belittle 'em and to treat 'em with scorn if you don't like 'em. Don't be a snooty idiot if you don't want to be dump on too.. I'm a strong believer in karma. :: So, what else you don't know about me? You just even read my autobiography! Anyways, please add me in your cyber friends and thanx so much for those who accepted my invites.. I'm that nigga that you can always holla to.. Leave me a COMMENT. 
