cheetah or gazelle?

if you were to choose between being a cheetah or a gazelle, which would you rather be?

the cheetah--- a natural born hunter on the savannah... has non-retractable claws, paired with sharp teeth attributed to all big cats... famed for its capability to run at breakneck speed... stealthy... plainly put, the predator.

the gazelle (thomson's gazelle, to be exact)--- smallest of the gazelle species... mounted with a ringed horn on top of it's head, with the females of the species having relatively shorter horns... built to perform leaps and bounds in the air... has an excellent field of vision... the cheetah's prey...


now, for most of you who have been asked this question, the gazelle is the least likely choice... let's be realistic here... we have all been programmed to opt for the strong, the domineering, the winner, and the survivor... from what we all have been taught since grade school, (and thanks to a couple or more cable shows about matters like these) the predator will conquer its prey... 50 to 70 percent of the time.

BINGO! what about the other 50 or 30 percent? in nature's playing field of eat or be eaten, such a margin of non-occurence is not taken lightly... but to be fair, let's see what the stats are, shall we?


Cheetah, weighs 60 kilos on avearge... the Tommie (Thomson's Gazelle), 23 kilos.
both animals have the average life expectancy of 12 years.
the Tommie's top speed clocks in at an average of 85 kilometers per hour, which puts it at top 3 in its species, despite its size... and the Cheetah? an astonishing maximum speed of 104 kilometers per hour! making it the fastest land animal in the world.

it seems that the odds are stacked up against our Tommie... but that's just how we like it.

if you've seen a Cheetah sprinting at top speeds, the animal is just marvelous... its non-retractable claws provide the traction and horizontal propulsion needed to attain its infamous record, with its feet barely touching the ground for a fraction of a second... its streamline body, perfect wind resistance posture (with the Cheetah's back straightened and completely parallel to the ground), and lightweight frame... the Cheetah is virtually flying when on the run.

the obvious gap between the two animals' speeds is a deceptive variable... what counts, is reaction time.

Tommies are vigilant sentries... they constantly monitor the plains for threats such as our Cheetah here... they stay in heards, so there are about ten eyes out on the watch at any given time... they keep an invisible perimeter fence around them... sort of a tolerance barrier for other approaching animals... of course, this varies, depending on the perceived threat of the oncoming company... for most fellow grazing animals, they may come as close to the Gazelles as food may allow... for Baboons, 10 to 30 meters is observed... but for the Cheetah, it's 300 meters... any closer than that, and the Gazelles scramble like a S.W.A.T. team on high alert... they will have progged to relative safety before the Cheetah even breaks into a sweat.

so you see, the Cheetah's job is not as easy as it looks... running down a Gazelle is just part of the story... coming in close enough to lunge and chase after them is still priority one.

however, in the event that predator and prey break into a chase... the stakes are raised... very high...
in the human world, a race is considered a sport... there may be wagers involved, and it's usually money, property, or something of material or monetary value...
but in this race... it's a matter of life and death... especially, for the Gazelle.

Cheetahs are built for speed... and, sadly... for nothing else. their slanky frame has been stripped of all unnecessary body mass... and as such, this makes them very vulnerable to attacks... even from their prey... a broken bone, or damaged muscle could cripple the Cheetah's chances for survival... that is why, this speed machine cannot afford to break down.

now, despite the Cheetah's obvious advantage in terms of speed, mother nature has still given our Tommie a fighting chance to survive... if both animals were to run at their top speeds in a predator-prey rundown, it is almost always certain that the Tommie will lose... and it pays with its life... the Cheetah's speed is just too much for the Gazelle... but it comes at a price.

the Gazelle's speed may be inferior, but it is built for stamina and strategy... its body has been designed for optimal results with minimal efforts. the Gazelle's sense of balance is uncanny... in its flee to safety, don't expect it to run in a straight line... it is capable of zigzagging its trajectory... the Gazelle's physiology allows for it to sprint in such angles and change that in rapid succession while keeping its torso on a stationary position... such a tactic is used to throw off a predator... misdirection. a Cheetah may very well lose its footing if it attempts such a tactic. so, in a chase, the Cheetah has no margin for error... after about 300 yards at full sprint, the Cheetah starts to run low on its reserves... and after about 30 seconds or so, it will concede... the Tommie, on the other, can still hold up for about a couple of minutes more. on a flat out race, the Cheetah will win any day... but on a slalom, the Gazelle has the upper hand.

so you see, it's not all about speed... stamina is also to be considered. not to mention, a little bit of luck for either animal. because in nature, the fast and the furious don't always survive.

10 Things I Hate About Myself ... (originally posted on my Picturetrail)

1. i believe in my own sadness...

2. i stay up all night long...

3. i deprive myself of things...

4. i curse and yell as if it were a song...

5. i go out or storm out...

6. i come back the next day...

7. i take no responsibility, whatsoever...

8. i can just sleep the whole day...

9. i threw away my heart, now i'm cold as ice...

10. so see me now, with my sad face, and my dull lifeless eyes...



~ by Jason Yau

Song of the Week (overlapping)

it seems that Mariah is still playing in my airwaves with "Shake It Off" ...

however, she's closely tagged by Team Hana with two of their theatrical performances, "Yume No Tsuzuki" (The Dream Continues) and "Kiseki No Kane" (The Miracle Bell) ...

Regine Velasquez is also making a comeback on my playlists... with more high pitches than ever...

we'll see what this next week has to offer...

... save this recording because i'm never comin' back home ...

here come the Heroes...

someone once said, of men who spoke few words:
either he is quiet because he is busy plotting something bad...
or, he only speaks when he has something important to say...


Heroes are often like that, aren't they?
so... here are 3 my Heroes...
Champions in their own unique ways...


Beck (The Rundown)



Frank Martin (The Transporter & Transporter 2)



Xander Cage (Triple X)



if you have come here from Downelink...
click the title of this Blog Post and see more...

song of the week!

the past week's featured song was "Bring It All Back To You" by S Club 7...

now, make way for Mariah Carey's "Shake It Off"... like this song's beat...



catchy... diva... essence... ~ my Review

been on quote tripping lately... bear with me...

"One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them."

Auguries of Innocence by William Blake

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell through all its regions.
A dog starved at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipped and armed for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer wandering here and there
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misused breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be beloved by men.
He who the ox to wrath has moved
Shall never be by woman loved.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them, and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from Slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of Envy's foot.
The poison of the honey-bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so:
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands,
Throughout all these human lands;
Tools were made and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright
And returned to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes Revenge! in realms of death.
The beggar's rags fluttering in air
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier armed with sword and gun
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the labourer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands,
Or if protected from on high
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mocked in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner who sits so sly
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plough
To peaceful arts shall Envy bow.
A riddle or the cricket's cry
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding sheet.
The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born.
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not through the eye
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light
To those poor souls who dwell in night,
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

Martial Arts Language Technique

我は無できない、
我の影技かない者為、
我が一撃は無敵なり！

Oxymorons gone wrong... (and other literary mishaps)

whoever said Filipino ingenuity is dead? well... whoever said that may have gone for a slightly different meaning than the literal one... hehehehe!

1. at the supermarket...

Fresh Frozen Chicken Sold Here.

2. looking for the perfect bouquet?

We sell Artificial Fresh Flowers!

3. why people don't like their pictures taken...

We Shoot While You Wait.

4. downright TagLish...

We Hab Sopdrink In Can And In Batol.

5. all for business...

Notary Public: Tumatanggap Din Ng Labada Pag Linggo.

6. talk about strict parallelism...

Wanted: Waiter, Cashier, Washier

7. vandalism, the Filipino way...

No Urinating On The Walls

8. matter of national security...

No I.D. : Nothing Entry

9. is this a threat?

Bawal Omehi Dito Ang Maholi Bog-bog!

10. no sexual discrimination here...

Wanted: Boy Waitress

the bastard can write?

Untitled Song by Jason

When we first met
I never thought
That what we have now
Was even possible

Back then all seemed
So clear, so numb
So un-now it was
But here we are

But what i didn't know
And what you didn't show
Was that...
You felt the same way too

You said...
Never stop reaching for that rainbow
You might reach it someday
And never give up on the colors that shine/show
'Coz you never know when they'll all go blind/blur

You showed me strength
Showed me fear and encouragement
You showed me who you are
Like no one's ever seen you before

By then i thought i knew
The person who's supposed to be you
Oh, but how foolish could i be
Naive, to believe,
That you and i could ever be

the cab ride... from heLL!

how gutsy can a cab driver get? owh... VERY, if you ask me. take it from someone who's had his share of politically (and ethically, if i may add) incorrect cab drivers who either think that they own the road or that they're above the law. i've seen drivers snake their way in between lanes at cruise speed... seen one other who tried to get back at a bus for holding up the traffic, only for the bus driver to get back at him, at which point, i was scared shitless 'coz that was my friggin' cab! then there are lots of them who think that traffic lights are no more than gallery light installations that serve only as aesthetic artifacts and no more... oh yeah, there's a lot of 'em out there. although quite tolerable in the wee hours of the morning, there are those who have the balls to beat the red light in the most unlikely of times... such as mid-day and even rush hour. however, these "road hogs" often just bypass the traffic system a couple of times, or three at the most. in my experience, there is one driver who stands out. i'd have to say he's either in his mid or late forties... may already have grandchildren... and has been a cabbie for a long time. straight out of makati, there was not a single red light that he stopped for. yeah! you heard me! not one! none! zilch! nadda! zipp! although it was about half an hour past ten, traffic in the CBD is still quite alive at that time. people coming out from the mall, employees who did overtime, others arriving in the area for their call center jobs, and so on. this driver really takes the cake. aside from his apparent immunity to traffic lights, he also has a knack for making sharp turns, swerving lanes, taking that left turn from ayala to gil puyat, underminding pedestrians, and (this just tops it off) taking me in without the aide of a taxi meter! guess he caught wind of who i am and purposefully didn't turn the meter on. (the nerve of that man!) so... if that impressive resume ain't enough, he also has the guts to implore the same laws he broke to his defense. owh ho ho ho! it doesn't get any better than that! he had the balls to be so smug about the grren light in front of him, when he in fact, just completely threw the rule book out the window just several minutes and turns ago... i say to myself, "this guy is major A-hole! he takes the cake in my book!" but hey... it could be worse, right?

of unicorns and lost loves...

when i was a kid, i've had my share of not-so-normal experiences that i've single handedly faced. from bigger than your usual big spiders in dark rooms, to mysterious entities that tuck me in bed, to playing with my late grandfather... i have come to not make a big deal out of them. until... one of the most unusual phenomena paid me a recent visit. although in this time and age, the ungodly hours of twilight no longer hold their prestige as the notorious witching hour... the creatures that abide by this universal clock beg to differ. the straight up question would be... is there such a thing as a unicorn? that elusive creature... pure. majestic. ethereal. it is not long ago that i had my close encounter with this mystical creature. in the midst of city lights... the willowing mist of gases... and the chaos of it all. there it was. seated like a queen on her throne... on the clearing of that dense forest. i beheld its presence. equally awestricken and somehow proud that in my lifetime, i have seen a creature of lore... i approached it. the inviting look on its face prompted me to come hither. and as sweet fortune may have it... i was able to make contact. to have touched its mane and frolic with it. i should be one lucky bastard... but my madness had settled in... and i let that unicorn go. and for all the selfish reasons that i have... i left that unicorn where i found it. after experiencing such bliss, i allowed myself to separate from it. and now, i wonder... will i ever meet another unicorn? or will that unicorn be the only one to grace my eyes? with the settling darkness i find myself cold and alone... no more unicorns will pass my way... this lad's path has been stoned... come what may. (this unicorn of which i speak... literal or metaphor?)

"... the saddest of words ring true." ~Jason Yau

from one site to another...

if ye seek those immortalized in film...

ye must search within this site...

yonder lies the post where three stars gather...

and he who loves himself has been named a condition after...

thou must be patient, due south to blue green...

a single click proceeds you to this land...

where vanity trails within...

at the risk of sounding like an air-head...

would like to thank "anonymous"... :) glad to know someone's reading my shit out here... hehehe! will check out that site you said... however, an error occurs when i try to access the link... anyways... this is to the kittens... may the Almighty smiter have mercy on them even until one of us "comes"...

i'm a little bit of vanity, i'm a little bit of narcissus...

now... i don't know what kind of straight-up-punk-assed operation they run up there... but, this is some messed-up-shit! LoL!!! just kidding... but this one really cracked me up... i mean, who'da thought, right? not that i'm being suckered in to some narcissistic loop... but, oh what the hell... just see for yourself... hehehe!

credits go to:

http://www.play-analogia.com/cgi-bin/index/ (where you can find this program under the Try It section...)

and of course, superboy of :

http://superboyspeaks.blogspot.com/ (for posting his blog with the link to the Analogia site...)

so, go ahead... satisfy your curiosity... (and your vanity... hehe!)

so, my little grasshopper... you have come here from the land they call Downelink... from here, you may proceed to the land they call Picturetrail...

this is the path... i must take...

i know you said... that you have enough sorry's to last you another lifetime... but give me my reprieve... if there's any way i could change things, i would... but can't you see the hurt in me? because in reality... i just feel so alone...

cruelty against kittens...

i just saw this from an online account in one of those network sites… “each time you masturbate, God kills a kitten. think of the kittens…” now… is that sick or what? i mean… in a hilarious kinda way of course. hehehe! just think about it… while you’re pleasuring yourself in the most un-Godly you can conceive, an unknowing and helpless kitten is out there somewhere, unprepared for the macabre fate it is about to end up with… not that i’m getting a kick out of this… but, the idea of it is just, in itself, a funny one. so… would you still masturbate? can your conscience bear the guilt of being responsible for a lovable animal’s demise, while you bask in the fornication that is your indulgence? well… the guys from PETA are gonna have a field day with this one. hahahaha!

do you know where you're going to?

remember that techno song from ab0ut 5 years ago? the one with the chorus that goes like, "do you think you're better off alone?" i'm unfamiliar with the particulars of that song... however, i can recall it's quite catchy and engaging back in it's glory days. objective aspects aside, that particular part of the song says a lot about me these days. it makes me wonder, am i the biggest shithead in history? i had it going for me... everything was as good as it gets... it was all served on a silver platter...

what probably was the best thing that ever and will ever happen to you, you just (in his words) threw it all away.

i can't help but wipe this ridiculous droplet of salty liquid streaming down my right cheek.

it pains me to even recall what happened. and i never even mean for any of it to happen... i was scared. that's the single most accurate word i can conjure up in my defense.

there's a throbbing uneasiness in my chest. and my eyes get hazy every now and then.

this is a very low point for you... you hear his voice, asking you to reconsider. and suddenly he makes a very good point in his argument... why ARE you willing to just throw it all away?

you close your eyes to hold back the tears.

and you answer, while in the coldness of the solitude that is your dark bedroom... i don't know.

and you hear a female voice... "think about it really hard... and when you decide, make sure that's what you really want... and just hope that it's not too late."

too... late.

what will you do? if it's too late? well, you're a stupid jerk anyways, that's why you're asking all these questions... that's why you're writing all these words.

you brace yourself for the truth.

i was scared of letting you down.

i was scared that i wouldn't be able to give you what you need.

i was scared of committing.

i was scared that i wouldn't live up to your expectations.

scared of what the future holds.

scared... of responsibility.

and now, i realize... that i'm even more scared... that i might just have lost what i, deep down, really hold dearest.

it's a gay man's folly.

he who is afraid to break his own heart, has unintentionally broken someone else's... and upon realizing so, gets heartbroken himself... and now, he bears the pain of two shattered hearts. this is how bachelors are born... they eventually evolve into players... then, to trysexuals... to ice queens... and then, to bitter old fags.