Etoiles
<p style="text-align: center;"><img class=" aligncenter" src="http://www.atlasoftheuniverse.com/orion.jpg" alt="" width="540" height="480" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.atlasoftheuniverse.com/orion.jpg" target="_blank">image borrowed from The Atlas of the Stars</a></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;">We are taught, in Nursery, of stars in rhymes that are capable of making wishes come true. By Grade School, they become badges of honor; medals we receive for proper decorum or academic excellence. In High School, they become role models; athletes and performers whom we wish were either us, or people around us. And by the time College hits us they are made to be of gaseous form, composed of Helium and Hydrogen, are far away, distant and unreachable.</p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><div class="qodef-more-link-container"><a itemprop="url" href="https://www.riccichan.com/2009/04/etoiles/#more-20" target="_self" class="qodef-btn qodef-btn-medium qodef-btn-solid"> <span class="qodef-btn-text">Continue reading</span> </a></div></p>
T3#1: 10 Things I Hate About Home Makeover Shows
<p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.smh.com.au/ffxImage/urlpicture_id_1064687668614_2003/09/28/350queereye,0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img class="aligncenter" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: hand; width: 348px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.smh.com.au/ffxImage/urlpicture_id_1064687668614_2003/09/28/350queereye,0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> Ok ok I know it's been a while (read: almost half a year) since I last posted. I have been a deliquent. But in between bouts of writers' block, procrastination, and pure boredom, business has been booming, and life has been quite active.</p> <p style="text-align: justify;">But now that I have found the time to write (much like finding the time to go to the gym and haul my 15-pounds overweight ass), I will try to keep it as regular as possible.</p> <p style="text-align: justify;">Let me keep this simple. The title says it all.</p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><div class="qodef-more-link-container"><a itemprop="url" href="https://www.riccichan.com/2009/04/10-things-i-hate-about-home-makeover-shows/#more-16" target="_self" class="qodef-btn qodef-btn-medium qodef-btn-solid"> <span class="qodef-btn-text">Continue reading</span> </a></div></p>
Time
America gets a new chance, and Hollywood's long-time prediction (or joke) is proven true: Obama wins, there is a Black president in the White house, and everyone (well, at least majority of the US -- and the world) is happy.<div class="qodef-more-link-container"><a itemprop="url" href="https://www.riccichan.com/2008/11/time/#more-13" target="_self" class="qodef-btn qodef-btn-medium qodef-btn-solid"> <span class="qodef-btn-text">Continue reading</span> </a></div>
On Hope.
<p style="text-align: justify;">HOPE. It's one of those words we closely attach to Hallmark moments and Praise & Worship. It has always been a "positive" word (if ever there are), usually given the all-too-overstated concept that everything will be fine, or that everything will turn out okay. It is one to push people to the belief that sitting down in passivity will yield a promising eventuality, or that the all-too-powerful notion of positive thinking will change the reality of life from one that is forlorn, to one that is filled with optimism. Few have dared to look at hope for the exact opposite of what it is believed to be - that it can be an agent of despair, and could be one to encourage blind faith.</p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><div class="qodef-more-link-container"><a itemprop="url" href="https://www.riccichan.com/2008/09/on-hope/#more-9" target="_self" class="qodef-btn qodef-btn-medium qodef-btn-solid"> <span class="qodef-btn-text">Continue reading</span> </a></div></p>