In case you haven’t noticed, this blog has no new posts lately. Here could be some reasons.

• I’m busy with other stuffs.
• I spend most of my time on facebook.
• I have no new topics on mind.
• Well, I do have one, but then I can’t seem to get those words typed out.
• I feel lazy.

Well, there you go! I hope I could finish that draft I’m making (and it seems I couldn’t find it o.0).

So there.

The title said it all.

Hiro Mashima’s Fairy Tail has been animated and was released on the 2nd week of October 2009.

Here’s a summary of the said series courtesy of One Manga.

Lucy is a 17-year-old girl, who wants to be a full-fledged mage. One day when visiting Harujion Town, she meets Natsu, a young man who gets sick easily by any type of transportation. But Natsu isnt just any ordinary kid, he's a member of one of the world's most infamous mage guilds: Fairy Tail.

In the anime, they use the term wizards rather than mages (or I hope it’s just some slight problem with the subs).

I watched the anime at NarutoWire. To watch the series, click here.

I was told that zomganime has the quickest updates so it’s worth checking out.

I just hope they will not destroy the anime just like what happened to Rave (which was also made by Hiro Mashima).

My long day at school was over. It is time for me to head home.

I usually ride a motorcycle, or so-called "habal-habal" in going home.
As we were on the way, I watched again what's around me, looking for what other "emo" things that I could write here in my blog (yeah, things like the "A Stucked Takyan").

The wind blew my hair. (amf wind!) >.<

I hold on to my book because it might fall along the way. (sheesh!)

It was hot and it was also very dusty. (*cough* *cough*)

There were vehicles in front of us and we could not just overtake right away. (tsk!)0

The driver started to drive fast. In a moment there, I was scared.
But then I felt that I should trust him.

That's when I remember a quote sent by a friend. It goes like this :

"An airplane on its return flight suddenly encountered a turbulence..
Oxygen bags started to be dispensed so all the passengers started to panic except for a boy who was playing with his PSP. When the trouble had gone, they asked the boy why he remained calm and how he seemed unafraid to die. With a smile, he answered : 'my dad is the pilot!' That's TRUST. If GOD is the pilot of our lives, there's no need to worry even if everything goes wrong."

In my case, I wasn't on an airplane.

...

I was on a motorcycle.

...

But somehow, I was able to link things.

GOD is the driver of my life.

And like in a motorcycle, I should TRUST Him.

The wind messing my hair?
It may be something in my life that would piss me off.
But then again, if you think about it, it's just the wind.
I can't just let the 'wind' ruin my life, right? ;]

Holding on to the book?
There are important things in life which you must hold on to - things you should not let go.
In life, these could be the people we love, or belongings which we consider dear to us.
Thus, we have responsibilities.
We have things to consider.
Let's not think of these as burdens but things - when gone - would make us incomplete.

The dust and heat were all part of the 'trip' in going home.
Same in life, we encounter such things before we are able to reunite with God, the Father, in Heaven.

Then I realized that I am always making myself busy. I mean, like looking for other stuffs around, when in fact if I look straight ahead, I could see the driver - just like in life.
Why do I need to look for other things to be busy with when I have nothing to do, when I could always just turn to God and spend time with Him.

...

There.

I arrived home.
I entered.
Yes. At last.

My haven.

...

If we think of it over, life is a journey.
Our destination is home, and in life, the home that God prepared for us is Heaven.
We encountered dusts, wind, traffic, and journeyed under the heat - the obstacles in life.

But let us remember, God is always there for us.

We only just need to trust Him to be able to go home.

Because in life, God is the driver. (:

uhm..

Let's just say I need you right now...
I am in need of a declamation piece.
So....
I need you to give me one.

Or just choose which of these should I .. uhm... bsta! xD

Hey! Every Body seems to be staring at me..

You! You! All of you!

How dare you to stare at me?

Why? Is it because I’m a bad girl?

A bad girl I am, A good for nothing teen ager, a problem child?

That’s what you call me!

I smoke. I drink. I gamble at my young tender age.

I lie. I cheat, and I could even kill, if I have too.

Yes, I’m a bad girl, but where are my parents?

You! You! You are my good parents?

My good elder brother & sister in this society were I live?

Look…look at me…What have you done to me?

You have pampered and spoiled me, neglected me when I needed you most!

In trusted me to a yaya, whose intelligent was much lower than mine!

While you go about your parties, your meetings and gambling sessions…

Thus… I drifted away from you!

Longing for a fathers love, yearning for a mothers care!

As I grow up, everything change!

You too have change!

You spent more time in your pokers, mahjong tables, bars and night clubs.

You even landed on the headline of the news paper as crook, peddlers and racketeers.

Now, you call my name; accuse me in everything I do to myself?

Tell me! How good you are?

If you really wish to ensure my future

Then hurry….hurry back home! Where I await you, because I need you…

Protect me from all evil influences that will threaten at my very own understanding…

But if I am bad, really bad…then, you’ve got to help me!

Help me! Oh please…Help me!

~ * ~

“Christians? Christians?”

Have you heard that call? They’re looking for me. That’s definitely me. You’re in doubt and Why? You want me to give you proofs? Oh! That’s very easy.

Who told you to doubt that I am a Christian?

I am a Christian! How?

I went to church. I pray. I have my religion. I read the Bible. I love kids and I am giving them what they want. I sing gospel songs. Now you’re telling me that you are in doubt?

How dare you to question me?

Can’t you see? Or Are you blind? I am the true definition of a Christian. You’re so pathetic; you don’t have the right to question me that way.

What?! You want to ask me more?!… I’ll think about it for a second. Hmhm… Ok! I’m sure I’ll be able to answer all your questions fluently. Go… Ask me….

You’re asking me if I go to church every Sunday?! I told you… I GO TO CHURCH… ahmm b-bu-but not every Sunday. Every other Sunday I guess that’s fine with the Lord.

Why?! I-I-I have a project every other Sunday. Yes r-r-right, I have a project. The Lord understands that.

Liar?! I’m not a liar. I’m telling you the truth in fact I went to church last three Sundays straight and Oh my Gosh Cris is in the stage he’s starting to play the guitar.

Ooops I slip!

Ok fine. I went to church three times straight without absent b-because of Cris. He’s cute, he’s talented. And I’m still there for the Lord.

Liar? I’m not a liar. I am still a Christian. It so happen that I don’t have any projects that Sunday.

Ahhh! Fake?! I’m not a fake Christian; at least I go to church.

Don’t shout! Ahhh! I said I’m not a fake Christian, I-I-I pray… every other day. At least I pray.

No! I said I am a true Christian I read the Bible. I open it… Every time the Pastor is telling me to do so.

Ok stop. Why do we need to argue? I guess I really don’t know what Christianity is?

Ok! I go to church not because of Christ but because of Chris! I’m sleeping every time there is a sermon because I only love the music. I don’t read my Bible because I guess that’s boring. I sing… “Jesus, I surrender I draw nearer, I fall down” but the truth I’m not sincere with that. But I guess my works will be credited in his name. I share my blessings to the poor, i give gifts every Sunday and I have a religion I guess that works…I don’t know.

Right, Ephesians 2: 8-9 was right. It is not by works that I will be saved because Jesus is the only way. And I am so wrong I don’t even mind his sacrifices on the cross. I am supposed to be there because those are my sins. I forgot my purpose here on earth; you know what, he’s been good to me. But I always take him for granted. I’m doing things not for his glory but for my own. I should live for him because he died for me. I’m so ashamed now. But Lord you still forgave me. You’re so good. And you brought me to my knees.

Now I’m talking and standing in front of you and I don’t care if you are going to laugh at me. I care to tell you things that I believe I must tell you. He won everything in me and he’s been waiting for you too… If you believe you have him, you may now shout what Carman once wrote “Jesus is the Champion”.

Thanks for taking time to read. (:

23rd of August, 2009

I finally decided to have my hair cut. The last trim I got was last November of 2008. I love that hair. I mean, hello, 2k+!? Who'll never love that!?

Anyway, I wanted to have a haircut that bad because I just want a new look. I mean, hello, I have this hair since November the previous year! Who'll never get tired of that look!?
And also, it's a waste of shampoo! And seeing that combs are always "non-existent" in this house, I really need to have shorter hair.

When we were looking to where or who should cut my hair, I was beginning to have second thoughts.
Am I really gonna have my hair cut?

When we entered this certain parlor, I was starting to become hesitant.
Should I really have my hair cut?

When I sat on the black chair, I sighed.
I am really going to have my hair cut.

When my hair was being shampooed, I thought that after this, I would no longer have to use one sachet in every baths. Maybe half of it would already do.

When I returned to my seat, I was staring at myself in the mirror, thinking to myself that a few minutes after this, I am gonna have a new look.

Here comes the man with the scissors. @_@
He examined my hair, slowly taking a few strands, and *snip*.

I just watched by the mirror.

*snip*

Another batch of hair strands fell to the floor.

*snip*

Another fell on my shoulder.

As I watched every cut, memories and thoughts rushed by.

Those strands of hair on the floor were exactly the strands of hair I 'wore' on my first trip to Manila.

*snip*

Those strands of hair were what I had when I first met some of my online friends.

*snip*

Those were the strands of hair that I had when I first played PSP.

*snip*

Those were the strands of hair "7" loves to smell around.

*snip*

Those were the strands of hair I had during my 18th birthday.

*snip*

Those were the strands of hair I slept on for 10 months.

*snip*

Those were the strands of hair that the breeze of Bohol blew.

*snip*

Those were the strands of hair I used to hide my face when I feel the need to hide or when I am ashamed/embarrassed.

*snip*

Those were the strands of hair that gave me the new feel and look.

*snip*

It's done.

It's a new me - or rather, it just looks like a new ME.
I finally had a new look and, of course, shorter hair.

But there's this question I so want to utter, "Could I keep them?"

I want to keep those which fell on the floor and on my shoulders. I want to keep those strands of hair... for in each strand makes me remember some things that happened.
Each represents an important event in my life.

But as I turned, they're gone.
The kind lady already swept them off before the cut was even finished.
I can no longer ask for them. I sighed.

I looked at myself once again in the mirror.
There.
I realized.

I realized that I still have some hair with me.
After all, it was only a haircut.
I then realized that even though those cuts of the strands of hair were already in the trash bin, my memories are still here. I am still keeping them.

And even if how short my hair has become, it will always grow back, telling me that there are, again, another batch of experiences and events in my life - and that, time would come that I would need to have it cut again.

I finally had my hair cut.

*snip*

Recursion, in mathematics and computer science, is a method of defining functions in which the function being defined is applied within its own definition. The term is also used more generally to describe a process of repeating objects in a self-similar way. For instance, when the surfaces of two mirrors are almost parallel with each other the nested images that occur are a form of infinite recursion.

In our class, we simply refer to it as a method that calls itself.

To understand, here's a sample program code.
The program below is to compute the factorial of positive integer N.

A non-recursive definition is something like this.

pr = 1;
for(int k=1; k <= N; k++)
{
pr = pr * k;
}

But when we define a recursive method, it would be like this.

int factorial(int N)
{
if(N == 1)
return 1;
else
return N * factorial(N-1);
}

Just go with the code's flow.

Here are other examples of recursive methods.

/** Getting the product of two integer values **/

int product (int x, int y)
{
if (y == 1)
return x;
else
return x + product(x, y-1);
}

/** Displaying digits of a give number in a separate line **/

void display(int x)
{
if (x >= 10)
display(x/10);

System.out.println(x%10);
}

/** Getting the sum of the square from 1 to n **/

int sumofsquare(int n)
{
if(n == 1)
return 1;
else
return (n*n) + sumofsquare(n-1);
}

/** Prints odd numbers between 1 to N **/

void printodd(int N)
{
if (N!=1)
{
printodd(N-1);
if(N%2 != 0)
System.out.println(N);
}
}

/** Calculates the length of a linked list **/

int length(NodeOp p)
{
if(p == tail)
return 1;
else
return 1 + length(p.next);
}

So that's it.