--|:. cHtHoNiC .:|--

Recipe for Me, or "I'm a cocktail!"

2008-03-19T16:55:00.001-07:00

The Recipe For Alia

3 parts Imagination

2 parts Originality

1 part Mania

Splash of Nonconformity

Finish off with a squeeze of lime juice

What's the Recipe for Your Personality?

Little Notion Courtesy of a Friend

2008-03-10T15:02:00.000-07:00

Distributing opinion
And avoiding what is true
Give them what they "need to hear"
And what is left of you?

Love, Actually

2008-03-02T00:48:00.000-08:00

I'm not usually one for introspection. At least, to the general public, which is what I'm essentially doing here.

But I thought it'd be interesting to explore a rarely talked about subject in society - love!

Okay, I'm a little sarcastic. But at the same time, I'm not. At least, not when I talk about love. My ideas on the subject are different, and I'd like to say a little unique (as are everyone else's ideas). I completely blame my parents and their own brand of uniqueness; not in a bad way, of course.

Friendship is actually the most important thing to me, and it intertwines with a relationship - a loving relationship - rather tightly. I could never leap into love, or at least, I don't think I could. I won't knock what I haven't tried, but I think it would be highly unlikely. I'm also not saying I have anything planned out either! That's boring...having plans, I mean. An outline, I can see. A color-coded schedule? Ha! Ridiculous, not to mention practically impossible. Nothing in life is organized.

I guess, the closest thing I could come to a romantic fantasy would go something like this:
I know someone for a while. Maybe from childhood, maybe not. But definitely longer than half a year.
We share a lot of things, but we have passions and similar sorts of humor. I like movies and video games - they do too. I happen to love the taste of sushi in the morning, and they seem utterly repulsed by that. We know we aren't perfect - and we understand the boundaries we're willing to cross as well as the ones we know we never will. They support my most beloved activities, and I them. And a few of them, we hate, but we put up with it because, well...we know each other.
It takes a while, and we may be far apart at times, but whenever we greet each other, its as if we had never left one another. Past, present, and future indiscretions are talked over, sometimes cried about, and we get over it, move on, and try to succeed.
Sooner or later, we pick up that maybe we should probably try out this whole sex thing. In a more informed context. XD From then on, we are even more close, because both of us figure out that even sex isn't that romantic. *laughs*

That's all I have in mind. Man, I'm not even that picky. Image is nice, but not important, because it's true what they say - at the risk of sounding sappy - it's what's on the inside that really counts. If you don't care what your friends look like, why should you care what your lover looks like?

So in conclusion, I suppose that my interests lie in the person who makes me the happiest even in my most uncomfortable hour. Now, I'm sure some of the billions of people (*snark*) who read this blog will wonder how I'll figure out who I love, considering that what I mostly look for can already be found in good friendships. The honest answer is that I don't know. It's probably some indescribable nudge that'll get me to figure it out for myself. Back to color-coded futures - how am I supposed to know anyway? I'm not a psychic after all.

Gender isn't honestly that important. At least, I don't think so. I have to admit I'm more captivated by male features than female ones. I'm terribly shy with guys I'm actually attracted to - or attractive ones - and I hate that terribly, but I've been informed it's a problem that afflicts people all the time (with the same or opposite sex), so I have been working on getting rid of that little issue.
But truthfully, if it came right down to it, I'd have no issue falling in love with people of my own gender or my opposite one. I love the person under the skin, and I'm damn proud that appearances matter so little to me.

So now, after figuring it all out, I suppose I'll just have to keep an eye out. Nobody is ever not looking for a relationship - it'd be blatant slander/libel to say that. We all crave that need for a partner in crime to share our most intimate and slightly embarrassing thoughts with. And for sex. That's important too. You'd be surprised at how hard it is to get a relationship due to the awkwardness that our own bodies provide us with rather abundantly. Humans, oddly enough, tend to make sex into the most complicated acts on the face of the planet - and I'm not talking about it physically.

The nervousness of doing it with someone you're already close with is actually more daunting an act than experiencing it with a complete stranger. There's the preparation, the act itself, and the slight shame and anxiety that follows afterward (if you hadn't been waiting years for it, that is). It is, as they say, not like it is in the books. Romance or not - fiction is, without a doubt, still fiction. Sometimes even non-fiction can lie to you, as odd as that seems.

So yes. Love is not sex, and it never will be. It's pretty hard for me to confuse the two. Sex is an action that can violate trust, disillusion the heart-felt, and shatter love completely - as well as provide all of the opposite reactions. So no, sex is REALLY not love.

Love is joy shared. Sometimes, it also causes pain and doubt, but ultimately, it revolves around happiness - whether it's a lack of it, or an acknowledgment of it. It's about friendship taking the next step on the trust scale. Friends might be there when you fall, and sometimes they'll help you pick up the pieces. But a lover understands why you fell - how hard it was for you to break. And not only will they help pick up the pieces, but they'll put you back together.

All in all, I think I'm lucky. I've found many friends, some close, some not so much. But they've all taught me their lessons in love, and I've learned from them, cataloging their experiences for future reference. I'll admit to not finding (or realizing) anyone who could possibly be closer than a friends, but I'm in no rush. I have the craving, the raw need, to have my missing half with me; just like anyone else in this big wide world.
But I also know that I'd rather have the right one rather than the temporary one. Because if life is going to be as impermanent as I think it is, I'd rather have something I know will last at least as long as I will.

~ALF out.

FTW

2007-11-28T21:19:00.000-08:00

I really am the LUCKIEST hoar. ^_^

FIVE! TEN!

2007-11-28T20:31:00.000-08:00

TEN YEARS AGO I ..
was making friends and getting whiplash for the first and (*knocksonwood*) last time. I was also enjoying my first boy friend. NOT BOYFRIEND. Boy. Friend. He liked video games. I liked video games. He liked giant space alien movies. So did I. We had fun.

FIVE YEARS AGO I ..
had little to lose and everything to gain. And there was EPIC FAIL on that part....

ONE YEAR AGO I ..
was wondering if I'd ever make it out of college. Ever.

YESTERDAY I ..
was counting down the hours until I internally combusted from INSOMNIA.

FIVE SNACKS I ENJOY:
cheeeeeeeese
chocolate
quiche
sushi!
pizza

FIVE SONGS I KNOW ALL THE WORDS TO:
"Knees of My Bees" -- Alanis Morissette
"Trouble" -- Pink
"Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" -- The Beatles
"Personent Hodie" -- ican'tremember...(Damn choir. XD I know I love it.)
"Mystery" -- Indigo Girls

FIVE THINGS I WOULD DO WITH 100 MILLION DOLLARS:
Make my OWN house...it will be Fabulous (full of secret passages and trap doors...it will BE THE SHIT)
Invest it to Make more Money
Donating to those who need it
Buy a bunch of pets who are abandoned
Travel EVERYWHERE

FIVE BAD HABITS:
ProCRAAAAstinating
Sleeping in too late
my Ego
Being somewhat antisocial at times
Being stupid when I could've been smart

FIVE BIGGEST JOYS:
reading a good book that I can't put down
discovering I like something new and someone else agrees with me
getting people to see things my way, even if they don't agree
writing a good story
creating any kind of art

FIVE FAVORITE TOYS:
laptop
a pencil and a sheet of paper
my books (does that count? Well, no matter. I SAY IT COUNTS.)
TABLET
my friends (*shifty eyes*)

FIVE PLACES I WOULD RUN AWAY TO:
Ireland
Japan
China, when the country is in a good mood
Europe
Canada

FIVE THINGS I WOULD NEVER WEAR:
pink
human skin
pink
pink
...pastel colored floral arrangements

FIVE FAVORITE TV SHOWS:
HOUSE M.D. (FTW! ^_^ Wilson/House OTP! ...What? THEY ARE MARRIED STFU)
Heroes
Firefly
Invader Zim
Danny Phantom (note: More than half this list is made of CANCELED SHOWS. XD )

FIVE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS I WOULD DATE:
...Ponder
Harry Dresden
Neville Longbottom (yeah, that's right. You heard me. NEVILLE. Because he is full of KICK ASSERY. AND made of win.)
Iruka Umino
Raven (NOT from Teen Titans...you know, the one from Native American folktales? What? He's HOT.)

OMG I KNEW IT

2007-11-28T20:30:00.000-08:00

I tied FTW!

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GRYFFINDOR:
[x] You've never done drugs.
[ ] You have a lot of friends.
[x] You get along with everyone.
[x] You love soccer.
[ ] You love baseball.
[x] You're into writing and art
[x] Favorite music genre is rock.
[x] You believe in "innocent until proven guilty" theory.
[ ] One of your favorite colors is red or gold.
[ ] Good grades at school.
[ ] One of the worst things you can do is lie.
[x] You plan on going to college.

TOTAL: 7

HUFFLEPUFF:
[ ] You're content with mostly everything in your life right now.
[x] You laugh a lot.
[ ] You like to follow trends.
[ ] Politics suck.
[x] You love to swim
[ ] Water polo is awesome.
[ ] Pink is one of your favorite colors.
[ ] Black is morbid & depressing.
[ ] You're an optimist.
[ ] You're very emotional.
[ ] You believe in going steady at a young age.
[ ] You haven't made fun of anyone this month.
[ ]Loyalty is the MOST important thing in a relationship.

TOTAL: 2

RAVENCLAW:
[x] You're depressed to a certain extent.
[x] You love to read.
[x] You appreciate theatre & arts.
[x] Sports suck.
[ ] Hate is completely unneeded.
[ ] Indie is your favorite genre of music.
[x] Every once in a while you have little anger outbursts.
[x] Lying is sometimes okay.
[ ] Blue is one of your favorite colors.
[x] Knowledge is the key to power
[x] Sarcasm is the best kind of humor.
[x] People should know what they're talking about before they talk.

TOTAL: 9

SLYTHERIN:
[x] There's at least one person you hate.
[ ] Basketball is a good sport.
[ ] Football is amazing.
[x] Black is a cool color.
[x] You've lied about something serious.
[x] You're a very deep person.
[x] You have considered suicide.
[ ] You are not very loyal.
[x] You like heavy metal.
[x] They make school seem more important than it is.
[x] You're scared to grow up.
[ ] Anger is one of your primary feelings.
[x] You have trust issues.
[ ] Guilty until proven innocent.

TOTAL: 9

Oh Look Out! It's a Complaining Post!

2007-11-18T07:09:00.000-08:00

I'm starting to wonder why on earth people even bother saying they want to do things when in reality they have not the inclination, nor the time.

I just spent about an hour and a half out in freezing, snowing weather waiting for something that ended up not happening because everyone couldn't make it, or had other things to do. Or just felt like not doing anything at the last minute.

This happens to me a lot.

We were supposed to meet someone somewhere else as well, and now that that's NOT happening, and no one else had ever contacted them before other than me, I'M going to have to make the call.

On another note, usually, when one is going to drive a fairly largish group of people to a place they had never been before, one would think to look up driving directions and not expect other people to do it FOR you.

So this is what I get to top off probably the worst week I've had in a year or so. Perfect.

*sigh* I'm not angry at anyone. Whenever I get this way, I'm usually just angry at the circumstances that led to it. Hell, I'm one of the most laidback people I know - I just don't like things or plans that have been worked over for a week suddenly decapitated.

What an image. Still, it doesn't change the fact that this happens a LOT. I'm usually the person who rallies the rest of my wayward flock together in order to do anything - maybe that's why this happens so often. If I'm the only one wanting to actually do anything, no wonder shit never works out!

*doubleSIGH* Yeah. Okay. I'm done whining. ALF out.

Two Truths & a Lie

2007-09-09T21:02:00.000-07:00

TRUTH: My hardships are nothing compared to others'.
TRUTH: I need to survive, and doing that means sacrificing a lot.
LIE: I feel bad about all my past mistakes.

Of all the times in my life to get serious, this is the time. Undoubtedly.

Never before have I needed so much of myself to get so little, but if I'm going to do it, I really need to buckle down and kick ass. Serious ass. There will be so much ass kickery, my feet'll be sore later.

So, to start, I'll need:

1. A diet that I'll follow in earnest.
2. Read the damn assignments.
3. LISTEN.
4. Know my boundaries and my limits, as well as the ones of those
around me.
5. To never fall down so hard that I can't get up. I will always
rise again. Always.

Those are just a few things. I'm not even including a will of iron or a mind of wit.

ALF out.

Fundamental Truths

2006-11-02T12:57:00.000-08:00

You are unique--though you may have many influences from the outside world that allow you to share common likes and dislikes, you are you, and no one else can be quite like you are.

Do unto others as you would do unto them.

Relevance and context is everything.

You may take a horse to water, but you can't make it drink.

Life is not the amount of breaths you take, it's the moments that take your breath away.

Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away.

We often confuse what we wish for with what is.

Life isn't always just.

Words and compassion are the better way, even if it's slower than a gun.

The fool looks at a finger that points at the sky.

We pass the time of day to forget how time passes.

These are hard times for dreamers.

Mastering others will give you strength; mastering yourself makes you fearless.

The future is not a straight line. There are many different pathways. We must try to decide that future for ourselves.

Man will occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of the time he will pick himself up and carry on as if nothing happened.

Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.

War does not determine who is right. War determines who is left.

If you lend someone $20, and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.

Never take life seriously; nobody gets out alive anyway.

Never test the depth of the water with both feet.

Everybody starts out with a full bag of luck and an empty bag of experience. The trick is to fill the bag of experience before the luck runs out.

When your life shatters into a million pieces, pick up the pieces, grab some glue, and make a new one.

Do not regret growing old. It's a privilege denied to many.

If at first you don't succeed, re-define success.

Love many, trust few, and always paddle your own canoe.

If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.

If you explain so clearly that nobody can misunderstand, somebody will.

Never miss a good chance to shut up.

Good judgment comes from bad experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.

No one else is listening, until you make a mistake.

Learn from the mistakes of others. You won't live long enough to make them all yourself.

Keep looking around; there's always something you've missed.

It doesn't matter if you win or lose.. until you lose.

If you keep your feet firmly on the ground, you’ll have trouble putting on your pants.

Without fear, there is no courage.

Sin lies only in hurting other people unnecessarily. All other sins are inverted nonsense.

The specialist learns more and more about less and less until, finally, he knows everything about nothing. The generalist learns less and less about more and more until, finally, he knows nothing about everything.

The human voice is different from other sounds. It can be heard over noises that bury everything else. Even when it's not shouting. Even when it's just a whisper. Even the lowest whisper can be heard - -over armies... when it's telling the truth.

Of Shoes and Ships...and Beaureucrats...

2006-10-30T06:47:00.000-08:00

I am always amused when someone has such passion about one or another politician. It implies that they actually think that the others are in some way better, which is, of course, absurd. ;)

As for the last election, when you consider that the choices were "Dubya", "Kerry Pretending to be Dubya", "the anonymous Libertarian sacrifical candidate" and "whatever politician the Greens could find that least resembled Nader", it's hard to see how not electing Dubya would have been an improvement - a scary thought, admittedly. As much as I look forward to being rid of Mr Cheney's sock puppet, I can't see the reasoning that the opposition is better just because they are opposed - not that the Dims are doing much opposing these days, being too busy falling all over themselves saying "AOL!" to everything in the Re-patrician platform that looks even vaguely popular.

Political discourse in the US has contracted to a very small range of minutely differing opinions, with anything even vaguely mindful being dismissed as radical or cranky. Debate in Congress has been reduced to the moral equivalent of arguing over which shade of off-white to paint a burning house.

*le sigh*

The World is a Vampire

2006-06-04T23:29:00.000-07:00

I just realized how many people have too much money and SO few brains.

I know I know...why didn't I figure this out earlier?Well, to tell you the truth, I was well aware of this whole fact. But a tiny incident today on my nearby public beach reminded me how many people need to be hauled of and smacked severely by a nun.

We get transients alot, especially since we live in an area where there are railroads and trains that pass by every half-an-hour to an hour. They bum around (NO pun intended) on the beach and sometimes they're brave enough to stop by our houses and ask for water or a snack or hell, even directions. I've always given them food or water, same with my folks, and they've never bothered us. Ever.

Today was nice, and me and my parents went on a walk to the public beach. We saw a guy there with a fire and a little hut made out of driftwood. We waved to him, and he waved back. All was well.

On the way back, a middle-aged couple walked past us and then we ended up passing them. They were cool, and started chatting with the guy with the fire. Then, as we headed toward the road, another guy climbed down from the railroad tracks looking determined and angry. We ignored him.Then we heard a shout of "HEY!" behind us. We stopped, wondering if someone was talking to us, and turned to see the Angry Guy kicking sand on the Transient Guy's fire and knocking his hut down. As you can imagine, all sorts of hell broke loose. And it wasn't even the Transient Guy who did the yelling. It was the Wife of the previously mentioned couple. She looked ready to punch the Angry Guy's lights out. I might as well have given her a hammer and said, "Wail."

Honestly, I was as exasperated as I was angry. Who gave him the right to kick a man off a PUBLIC beach? The land belongs to the City of Shoreline, and not him. Just because he owns a fancy big house that overlooks the sound shoudn't give him any pretentions about what he has authority over. I mean, Jesus, was the smoke blocking his 1.5 million dollar view? Who does he think he is?

*sigh* The Wife took a picture of him with her phone. She's apparently going to show him who can kick who where. My 'rents just shook their heads and carried on, and I with them, rather feeling sorry for the Transient Guy.

~Lin-san, feeling kind of disappointed

License...Testing and More

2006-06-03T15:08:00.000-07:00

First off....YES!

I finally got it! The driver's license is now mine.

I was totally a bundle of nerves though. My stomache was full of butterflies and I felt like my head was going to shake itself loose from my shoulders. Luckily, I had breakfast. Otherwise I might've just dropped dead from pure anxiety.

It was fine; I was just fine.

Now....Everybody celebrate (especially those poor people who knew that I already had a car...but not a license)! Then keep off the sidewalks! I'm a LICENSED DRIVER.

Cheers!

Silence!

2006-05-01T15:49:00.001-07:00

Silence of the Lambs
- The Lambs
[Lambs]
This is the story of Clarice
She wants to join the FBI
Her troubled past torments her psyche
Her daddy died when she was nine.

She must confront two evil men
Which one is worse it's up to you
One likes to cook and eat his patients
One wears his victims like a suit.

Homicidal freaks
Lunatics behind steel bars
Women missing skin
Decapitated heads in jars
Ah ah ah ah!

This is the silence of the lambs
You may have nightmares when it's through
And if it leaves you feeling hollow
It scared the shit right out of you.
This is the silence of the lambs.

Silence! Silence of the Lambs: The Musical © 2003 Jon & Al Kaplan

Reposting a Post

2006-04-26T13:14:00.000-07:00

Meme stolen from :

Name 12 different characters from your favorite fandoms, and then answer the following questions accordingly. DO NOT READ the Q's before putting in your characters.

1. Rincewind (Discworld)
2. Crowly (Good Omens)
3. John Constantine (Hellblazer)
4. Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)
5. Death (The Sandman)
6. Luke Skywalker (Star Wars *yuk yuk*)
7. Jubilee (X-Men)
8. Wizard Howl (Howl's Moving Castle -- the book)
9. Beatrice (Much Ado About Nothing)
10. Lara Croft (Tomb Raider)
11. Spike (Cowboy Bebop)
12. Bruce Wayne (Batman)

01. Who would make a better college professor, 6 or 11?

Spike would make the better professor...just because Spike is coolness incarnate. Intelligence wise...I'd pick Luke, but....naaah.

02. Do you think 4 is hot?

Hell yes. In _so_ many ways.

03. 12 sends 8 on a mission. What is it, and does it succeed?

Um...no. The mission would be too pick a side for a battle; it wouldn't succeed mainly because Howl would find some way to slither out of it and keep running away, and then Bruce would get fed up with it.

04. What is or would be 9's favorite book?

"The Feminine Mystique."

05. Would it make more sense for 2 to swear fealty to 6, or the other way around?

Crowly would most certainly get Luke to swear fealty to him. There's no way that Luke would have the balls.

06. For some reason, 5 is looking for a roommate. Should s/he share a studio apartment with 9 or with 10?

Death might end up with Beatrice...I'm not sure why. I think Death would find Beatrice highly amusing to listen to. Lara would be to busy.

07. 2, 7 and 12 have dinner together. Where do they go, and what do they discuss?

Crowly, Jubilee, and Bruce Wayne? Yikes. Um...wow. Bruce would prolly take them to a high-price restuarant _somewhere_, and Jubilee and Bruce would end up discussing Justice while Crowly takes a cig break. *sweatdrop*

08. 3 challenges 10 to a duel. What happens?

Constantine vs. Lara Croft, huh? Lara, physically, would beat the shit out of John, mainly because John is a piss poor brawler. But if John pulled a few tricks and strings, and then maybe a few favors...Lara might end up in serious shit. *thinks* I'd pay to see _that_.

09. If 1 stole 8's most precious possession, how would s/he get it back?

If Edward stole Howl's most precious possession, Howl might act like a wuss and get someone who has no idea what they're doing to figure out how to get it back for him...but then he'd actually _figure_ _it_ _out_ himself, and then he'd get it back. Convoluted much?

10. Suggest a title for a story in which 7 and 12 both attain what they most desire.

"Fireworks & Steel Hearts"

11. What kind of literary device would you use if you wanted 4 and 1 to work together?

Situational Irony (look it up!)

12. If 7 visited you for the weekend, how would you get along?

Like a house on fire. We're both Asian-American...to an extent. Plus! She's just neat and nice. I'd like her.

13. If you could command 3 to perform any one task or service for you, what would it be?

Be honest for once. About everything; to everybody. (Moohaha.)

14. Does anyone on your friends list write or draw 11?

Yes...a long time ago...very long.

15. If 2 had to choose sides between 4 and 5, which would it be?

Crowly would pick Death, no doubt about it. Edward might be a powerful alchemist and smart, but Death is Death. No getting around that.

16. What might 10 shout while charging into battle?

A Xena Battle-Cry. Totally.

17. If you chose a song to represent 8, which song would you choose?

"Catch a Shooting Star"

18. 1, 6, and 12 are having dim sum at a Chinese restaurant. There is only one scallion pancake left, and they all reach for it at the same time. Who gets to eat it?

Rincewind, Luke Skywalker, and Bruce Wayne...all of them are abnormally fast...but Luke would totally get it--hello? The Force?

19. What might be a good pick-up line for 2 to use on 10?

Crowly to Lara Croft? Something along the lines of..."." Quickly followed by a snarky grin.

20. What would 5 most likely be arrested for?

Death wouldn't be arrested. She's too darn cute. And...she's death.

21. What is 6's secret?

Luke wears his heart on his sleeve, but a secret of his might be something cute...like, he still sleeps with a stuffed animal or something.

22. If 11 and 9 were racing to a destination, who would get there first?

Spike vs. Beatrice: Spike definitely...he's got longer legs.

23. 1 (Rincewind) and 9 (Beatrice) reluctantly team up to save the world from the threat posed by 4's (Edward Elric's) sinister secret organization. 11 (Spike) volunteers to help them, but it is later discovered that 11 (Spike) is actually a spy for 4 (Edward Elric). Meanwhile, 4 (Edward Elric) has kidnapped 12 (Bruce Wayne) in an attempt to force their surrender. Following the wise advice of 5 (Death), they seek out 3 (John Constantine), who gives them what they need to complete their quest.
What title would you give this fic? Name three people on your friends list who might read it. Name one person who should write it.

"The Day the World Went Crazy"
I'm not sure who would read it...or write it for that matters...any takers?
[The idea of Ed having his own Secret Sinister Organization gives me giggle fits.]

24. If you had to walk home through a bad neighbourhood late at night, would you feel safer in the company of 7 or 8?

Howl actually...just because he might be a spineless jelly mold sometimes...but really? He's a good guy; he's also rather powerful. Totally Howl.

Lucas Manson -- College Student

2006-03-15T13:28:00.000-08:00

Again, just some research (and self-research...) that I've done on St. Luke...:
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Name: Lucas Manson ('Luke' to Samael only)
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Species: Human/Reincarnated Saint (wants to be a doctor; artist)
Looks: (like eye color, hair color, skin color) Ice Blue, Golden Blonde, Light Bronze
Height: 5'10''
Weight: 157 ibs.
Weapon(s): Just Being; a sword ( flaming broadsword (he can weild it mentally...eventually) called Xhaiden
Weapon Element: Holy/Light; uses mudras and such as Seals and Attacks

LUKE the Apostle

Memorial
18 October

Profile
Born to pagan Greek parents, and possibly a slave. One of the earliest converts. Physician, studying in Antioch and Tarsus. Probably travelled as a ship's doctor; many charitable societies of physicians are named for him. Legend has that he was also a painter who may have done portraits of Jesus and Mary, but none have ever been correctly or definitively attributed to him; this story, and the inspiration his Gospel has always given artists, led to his patronage of them. He met Saint Paul at Troas, and evangelized Greece and Rome with him, being there for the shipwreck and other perils of the voyage to Rome, and stayed in Rome for Paul's two years of in prison. Wrote the Gospel According to Luke, much of which was based on the teachings and writings of Paul, interviews with early Christians, and his own experiences. Wrote a history of the early Church in the Acts of the Apostles. Martyr.

Born
at Antioch

Died
c.74 in Greece; some stories say he was martyred, others not; relics at Padua, Italy

Name Meaning
bringer of light (= luke)

Patronage
artists; bachelors; bookbinders; brewers; butchers; doctors; glass makers; glassworkers; gold workers; goldsmiths; Hermersdorf, Germany; lacemakers; lace workers; notaries; painters; physicians; sculptors; stained glass workers; surgeons; unmarried men

Prayers
Prayer to...

Representation
physicians; bishop; book; brush (refers to the tradition that he was a painters); man accompanied by a winged ox; ox; painting an icon of Blessed Virgin Mary; palette (refers to the tradition that he was a painters); winged calf; winged ox

Images
Gallery of images of Saint Luke

Additional Information
Google Directory Biographies of the Saints, by James KeiferLives of the Saints, by Father Alban Butler Catholic Encyclopedia, by C AhereneVietnamese Eucharistic Youth Society Ecole Glossary, by Karen Rae KeckNew Catholic Dictionary Lives of Illustrious Men, by Saint Jerome Relics of Saint Luke the Evangelist Found in Padua

Writings
Canonical Gospel According to Luke Canonical Acts of the Apostles

[Print References
The Book of Saints, by the Monks of Ramsgate ]

Samael the Black...among other things

2006-02-23T14:02:00.000-08:00

Just some research (and self-research...) that I've done on Samael...he/she's awesome:

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Name: Samael (Sam)
Age: Circa Eternity
Sex: Female/Male
Species: Demon (Buddies with Lucifer)/Angel (of the Throne Rank, but placed as high as the Seraphim/Archangels)
Looks: (like eye color, hair color, skin color) Amethyst, Blood Red/Black, Tan
Height: 5' -- 5'8''
Weight: 100 -- 155 ibs.
Weapon(s): Claws, Wings, (sometimes she's got a Cursed Weapon...it's a scythe by the name of "Nuntis" and it becomes whatever she needs to fight/use)
Weapon Element: Holy/Light and Demonic/Dark (plus other things)

History:

SAMAEL::— A combination of "sam" meaning poison and "el" meaning angel; Angel of the Kermes Oak.

Samael is chief of the Satans and the angel of death. In the "Secrets of Enoch (Enoch II) he is the prince of demons and a magician. Samael has been regarded both as evil and good; as one of the greatest and one of the foulest spirits operating in Heaven, on earth, and in Hell. On the one hand he is said to be chief ruler of the 5th Heaven (in Jewish legendary lore his residence is usually placed in the 7th Heaven), one of the 7 regents of the world served by 2 million angels. According to tradition, Sammael was said to have been the highest throne-angel. He was said to have twelve wings, which was twice the number of wings of the Seraphim and other living creatures. On the other hand, he is "that great serpent with 12 wings that draws after him, in his fall, the solar system." [Cf. "Revelation 12.] Samael is also the angel of death (one of a number of such angels).
Also the prince of air; in Rabbinical legend he is a storm demon, and his name is linked with Samiel or Simoon, which is the name of a desert wind.

"In the Rabbinical book it sayeth/The dogs howl when, with icy breath,/Great Samael, the Angel of Death,/Takes through the town his flight."

n00b

2005-12-02T12:24:00.000-08:00

'Definition - Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.'
'Definition - Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.'
'Definition - Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.'
'Definition - Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.'" - Anon.

What Is Your HP Threesome? by elschan
Name
You Will Shag	Sirius Black and Severus Snape