tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170927502024-03-07T17:49:29.005+08:00The JammiesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger143125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-1145549088881390572012-11-18T00:42:00.000+08:002012-11-18T00:42:09.176+08:00<table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="width: 350px;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: black;">You have an extremely high luck quotient. Not only do you consider yourself lucky, probably everyone you know does too. But you're smart enough to know that you've mostly made your own luck. By being positive, open, and flexible, a lot of luck has come your way!</span></div>
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca">How Lucky Are You? </a></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 180%;">He Could Be </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 180%;">More Than a Hookup</span></b></div>
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<span style="color: black;">But you're not really sure what you want him to be. Sometimes you have fairly serious feelings for him. If you think there could be more, than go for it.</span><span style="color: black;">(Just make sure he wants something more too!)</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-1145553208041001372012-11-18T00:41:00.001+08:002012-11-18T00:41:34.020+08:00What Kind of Girl Are You?<table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="width: 350px;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: black;">Whether you're an official student or a casual learner, you enjoy hitting the books.You know a little bit about everything, and you're always dying to know more.For a guy to win your heart, he's got to share some of your intellectual interests.An awesome book collection of his own doesn't hurt either!</span></td></tr>
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca">What Kind of Girl Are You?</a></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-1145549508765128742012-11-18T00:41:00.000+08:002012-11-18T00:41:14.785+08:00<table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="width: 350px;"><tbody>
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<b><span style="font-size: 180%;">A Difficult Challenge</span></b></td></tr>
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<span style="color: black;">You must be an incredible hottie...Because it's the only way you can pull of the ice queen act. You're the type of woman that men love to chase. But if you don't stop running, you'll never get caught!</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-1145472112824725692012-11-18T00:40:00.000+08:002012-11-18T00:40:38.387+08:00Pet PeevesI get tired too.<br />
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I am a teacher by profession but I get tired too. I get tired of always thinking of another person's comfort. I am patient towards people but I get tired too.<br />
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I am tired.<br />
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There are only few factors that makes me impatient. No. Not impatient, let me rephrase that. There are only few things that makes me give up on people (yep, that tired). My list goes:<br />
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1. Lack of sincerity. I've always been honest and sincere thats why I demand the same courtesy. I know, not everyone I meet would be sincere towards me. I give them the benefit of the doubt. I give an acquaintance time and chances to prove their sincerity. I'm just very particular with that. The very essence of genuineness makes me comfortable. It is really hard to find sincere friends --I keep them. It is easy to smell the putrid ones --why keep them for long? I got enough to make it through the rest of my life.<br />
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2. Lack of credibility. promises...promises...secrets are secrets. If you aren't trustworthy, can't borrow money! ahahaha. My mom taught me how to handle finances responsibly. Save first then spend a fraction. When borrowing money, pay ASAP --so when I get short again...I don't have to hide my face in shame. Apparently, some aren't that educated. That's explains mom's third rule: When lending money, be frugal and when they unreasonably cannot pay as promised, dont lend them some more...as in never.<br />
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3. Lack of respect and ethics. We have different views, beliefs, religion, race, and all sorts of variety. It's a chaotic without respect. I respect you. Respect me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-15358639638176539062011-10-28T14:20:00.002+08:002011-10-28T14:34:58.950+08:00Metro Stars Football Club (MSFC)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFKjvTDxJ_YUChpms6gem3aNaBMDhI_6gQh9YZrEM4IjHz5xFfANWkAHDaWonJZXbiYrlB19KOl2v1XayTqbARHsROzqx2ynxKoxNKMahIekh9thTMAkO8XFUzPYXU8-swkliS2Q/s1600/COA-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFKjvTDxJ_YUChpms6gem3aNaBMDhI_6gQh9YZrEM4IjHz5xFfANWkAHDaWonJZXbiYrlB19KOl2v1XayTqbARHsROzqx2ynxKoxNKMahIekh9thTMAkO8XFUzPYXU8-swkliS2Q/s400/COA-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668427387038726274" border="0" /></a>MSSION STATEMENT<br /><br />Metro Stars Football Club is a community based football club that fosters grassroots development for aspiring football stars in the Philippines. We aim to provide a fun and safe environment where children of all abilities can learn to play and love football.<br /><br />We pledge to treat each child equally and to encourage fair play, team spirit and friendship.<br /><span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Football is a competitive sport but we value camaraderie among players, coaches, parents, school and community. Our training sessions are open to all children regardless of their ability, gender, race, creed or religion.<br /><br />We promise to deal with any complaints or problems speedily and will try our best to resolve all situations, but the interest of our junior members will be foremost in our minds.<br /><br /> We ask for all adults involved with the club as managers, coaches, parents or committee members to do their bit to encourage fair play as well as commitment.<br /><br />AIM AND OBJECTIVES<br /><br />The aim of our grassroots development plan is to provide a first class football club for kids, young people, their parents and all interested in sport in Quezon City and surrounding areas through the provision of high quality coaching, an enjoyable club atmosphere and a wide range of activities and opportunities for all.<br /><br />Our objectives include:<br /><br /> MSFC will endeavor to facilitate the provision of the best playing amenities and equipment available to us in line with the growth of sport within Quezon City.<br /><br />MSFC will strive to provide an opportunity for players of both sexes to participate in football at all age levels regardless of ability.<br /><br />MSFC will seek to compete at the highest possible level abiding by the rules of fair play at all times.<br /><br /> MSFC and its members will encourage and promote the development of football within the community of Quezon City, with an emphasis on youth teams and girls football.<br /><br />Increased participation for children and adults – to have an open club where all are welcome.<br /><br /> More female participation at child and adult levels within the club including players, coaches, committee members and referees.<br /><br />We will achieve the above by:<br /><br />Encouraging the development of football at all levels with the emphasis on giving equal opportunities to all children.<br /><br /> A policy of equal opportunity where the best possible facilities are made available for both sexes and all ages and different abilities.<br /><br />Encouraging sportsmanship, fair play and competition.<br /><br /> Supporting the development of football and sport in general throughout the town and supporting attempts to improve sporting venues and facilities.<br /><br />Supporting our Community and Schools within the vicinity and providing football camps for the schools and to increase female participation in sport.<br /><br />Participating in NCRFA (National Capital Region Football Association) to provide venue for children to play in district, regional and possibly national leagues.</span><br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/Jammy/Pictures/COA-1.jpg" alt="" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-73773873968712164842009-10-13T19:34:00.001+08:002009-10-13T19:36:10.572+08:00Forgetting JPGI miss you. =(Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-25736939012380420612009-10-12T18:09:00.000+08:002009-10-12T18:11:08.258+08:00Forgetting JPGIt takes 21 consecutive days of repeated doing of an act to make a habit and it takes 21 consecutive days as well to kill a habit. At my previous work and the others before that one, I'm known to be the one that arrives late or miss a day or two for no apparent reason. But I challenged myself in this regard,and for at least 21 days, arrived at least 30 minutes for work. I was punctual and never absent for 2 months --a big improvement according to my reputation. I tried quitting smoking but I can only go as far as Day 2, so I'm not so successful with that one but I think it is because I don't really want to quit the habit.<br /><br />There is another habit I don't want to end; for the past 3 months, I've gotten the habit of spending 1/3 of my day with JPG, on the phone, ym, fb poker, etc. And all that ended, it's not like I didn't know it would happen but --for the months we wasted on each other, for the time I wasted his time and the times he made me wait, for the times I wake up at odd hours to talk to him and for the times he had to sleep at 6am to talk to me, for the many plans we crossed out for each other, for the many plans we made together, for our differences and brokeness, honesty and mystery that envelopes us--I prayed that we will make it together against all odds.<br /><br />Only it didn't. It ended before it began.<br /><br />It has been 21 days since we had blow, I didn't think it was that serious until we were literally not talking. It's hard when two proud people in love ends up fighting, it's like holding your breath underwater too long that your eyes are beginning to pop, your head in purple tint begging for air but you just won't let go , just won't breathe for the sake of pride. Maybe we were'nt really in love but we're certainly two proud people but I do love him--just not sure any more If I should but I still love him anyway.<br /><br />I just wonder, what you are doing at certain hours that we usually spend together. How's your Saturdays? What time do you sleep now? What are you reviewing now? Who are you flirting with nowadays? How much poker chips do you have now? Does my voice still ring in your ears because yours certainly does to me? I miss your snoring, in some weird way, it lulls me to sleep.<br /><br />Today, I know, I still love JPG. It has been 21 days but he's a habit I don't want to let go yet. Maybe the day will come when I won't be thinking of him, but not yet, because everything I do, reminds me of him and every boy I date, I see his face.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-14648591418903174312009-01-26T02:06:00.005+08:002009-01-26T03:06:01.925+08:00Bugtong [Riddle]<span style="font-style: italic;">"Nakaluhod kung gawin, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Padasal kung lutuin, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nakatingala sa langit kung inumin.</span>"<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">-Lumang Bugtong</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sagot: </span>_______<br /><div style="text-align: right;">"Made while kneeling<br />Pray while cooking<br />Look up and thank the heavens<br />while drinking."<br />-Old Filipino Rhyme and Riddle<br />Answer: ______<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Take a guess.... comments (answers) are welcome =)<br />Hint: Valentine Favortie<br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-35390026389943321762009-01-21T18:02:00.001+08:002009-01-21T18:10:39.469+08:00Sad Endings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjftSSU0zN16_CHu6-UeWh6eNFbKyDdcTqJZ-PFpW7VBUpln-Nvj2Jkxw0az4NAvepceS_XWWEe-sz5xHxe99XID-3qKa7KNGRF9dayXALaPg7WMKfOcA_xuL2lpKrxv2AxpmaYqg/s1600-h/regret.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjftSSU0zN16_CHu6-UeWh6eNFbKyDdcTqJZ-PFpW7VBUpln-Nvj2Jkxw0az4NAvepceS_XWWEe-sz5xHxe99XID-3qKa7KNGRF9dayXALaPg7WMKfOcA_xuL2lpKrxv2AxpmaYqg/s400/regret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293687236552134546" border="0" /></a><br />I hate sad endings. Actually I hate endings period. To end a story, a decision has to be made... and stick to it like it was what it has to be, a rest. So it has to be the proper rest so there is no point, no need to want to turn things around because that would be a regret. I don't like that word too -regret.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(too upset to go on...will elaborate more soon maybe)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-55255575618495162512009-01-20T00:50:00.002+08:002009-01-20T01:06:38.257+08:00ok..<br /><br />So I got curious anyway about Stephanie Meyer's Twilight Series and meant to read the first few pages from the first book of four yesterday and I find myself done with the second book and can't wait to dig on the next one. <br /><br />I must say I'm impressed. <br /><br />there, enough blabbing for now. It's about time Bella graduates highschool. tooodooodoooodumUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-28610165976755469852009-01-13T23:30:00.004+08:002009-01-14T00:13:10.473+08:00The Best Job In The World<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjiecKVJRNtrED8-D9mjCnEha-K3HdhSy3KkA8FzyhVlEBNilZdP2yKeCnUG0syMKp6uq5s3-TGvV8dCQjxmpwqnNRRPpOofjOle5W87UWjFv2PgfKHK6vr0Scu2NYUy3k4fZEew/s1600-h/great+barrier+reef.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290811745042990914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjiecKVJRNtrED8-D9mjCnEha-K3HdhSy3KkA8FzyhVlEBNilZdP2yKeCnUG0syMKp6uq5s3-TGvV8dCQjxmpwqnNRRPpOofjOle5W87UWjFv2PgfKHK6vr0Scu2NYUy3k4fZEew/s400/great+barrier+reef.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I love my recent job as a preschool teacher. I was lucky to teach children on an international school in the most famous island in the Philippines -Boracay Island. Before this, I was teaching in Claret School and had to save a lot to fly to Boracay and it can get really expensive and I thought why not live on the island and find a job that can sustain my living cost on this white sand and blue-green waters. A long shot but dreaming paid off. That was the best job in the world for me for 2007-2008.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Until Yahoo! came up with this job post for a <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20090113/od_afp/lifestyleaustraliatourismoffbeat_20090113032028">caretaker</a>, and I must agree it is very tempting. It is the only one that can top my previous job. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It certainly is the best job in the world! I would fight my way to get that job. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-79264593027698675382009-01-12T14:38:00.003+08:002009-01-12T16:32:59.052+08:00The Wolves Took It<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP2ANDz87fPVGiw4WdrnuZQPhWASFU6ZKqrtTs0kCBjr4vyIaZQzQHmw2s4tKtAo0EJx_QdMpWbjpKg9WLXxXI84yBA0zokUxpYirOz4Vz_18BuNKB-SE-LRhfN-I0Qqc0QjiUJw/s1600-h/medallion1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP2ANDz87fPVGiw4WdrnuZQPhWASFU6ZKqrtTs0kCBjr4vyIaZQzQHmw2s4tKtAo0EJx_QdMpWbjpKg9WLXxXI84yBA0zokUxpYirOz4Vz_18BuNKB-SE-LRhfN-I0Qqc0QjiUJw/s400/medallion1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290322026349613010" border="0" /></a><br />Lost things have a way of coming back. In 2003, I bought two Neil Gaiman hardbound books in Fully Booked, Greenhills. The two picture books were "The Day I Swapped My Father For Two Goldfish" and "The Wolves In The Walls". These were very fantastic materials for storytelling for gradeschoolers, my students love it even my colleagues love it as well. I often lend my books to friends and sometimes these books forget to come back to me and because so many books had been lent out and so many months and even years had passed I forget to whom it was lent to. "The Wolves in the Walls" are one of the books that I lost and missed for ... 6 long years.<br /><br />I've looked everywhere in the house to find that book but just couldn't locate it anywhere. And after some time, I've come to accept that it will never come back, whoever possesses it (after 6 years of keeping) assumes ownership. I guess most people assume that way, may it be about borrowed books, pen, dvds or money perhaps, --hoping the lender forgets about the matter. hmm, I see guilty eyes. hehehehe<br /><br />But anyway, the book came back in the most peculiar manner and no need to point fingers. It magically appeared under the coffee table. I mean, come on! I can't believe its back and I'm in denial that its the very same book I bought years back, so I flipped the book to see the back cover and I saw what I needed to see -the proof (Fully Booked Sticker P714.00). Thats all I need, I'm glad.<br /><br />If you do have toddlers, you might want to buy and read the books to them and later on when they do start to read by themselves have them read it to you. Its one of the good ways to encourage kids to read. A very amusing story and entertaining pictures.<br /><br />Here is a browse inside application to the book. Check it out.<br /><br /><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="biWidget" width="184" align="middle" height="182"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://www.harpercollinschildrens.com/harperchildrens/services/browseinside/widget.aspx?hc.guid=58296c0a-21df-431b-851c-e5e21c11146f"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="flashvars" value="isbn=9780380978274&guid=58296c0a-21df-431b-851c-e5e21c11146f&siteId=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.harpercollinschildrens.com/harperchildrens/services/browseinside/widget.aspx?hc.guid=58296c0a-21df-431b-851c-e5e21c11146f" flashvars="isbn=9780380978274&guid=58296c0a-21df-431b-851c-e5e21c11146f&siteId=1" wmode="transparent" quality="high" name="biWidget" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="184" align="middle" height="182"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-81601001314438830202009-01-12T02:19:00.005+08:002009-01-12T03:47:18.990+08:00A Boracay Memoir<a href="http://www.art-mind-soul.com/005-South-Sea-Moon.enlarge.html"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoDLTzcUmv6kjUrsD_dH3vlhZtvdBd-MHn8n0okgGtVpyY1BnceMwZlqkbKxr0KSbVc-h6tPZLFaUAaBeGC2xYW1nNPvnEd34lwPmePS8BESIPA0hOs8z74u3dLRyd9fFa1YMhnQ/s1600-h/005-South-Sea-Moon.enlarge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoDLTzcUmv6kjUrsD_dH3vlhZtvdBd-MHn8n0okgGtVpyY1BnceMwZlqkbKxr0KSbVc-h6tPZLFaUAaBeGC2xYW1nNPvnEd34lwPmePS8BESIPA0hOs8z74u3dLRyd9fFa1YMhnQ/s400/005-South-Sea-Moon.enlarge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290107863721269378" border="0" /></a><br />Today's weather is as perfect as yesterday and its even more pleasant because the moon is at its biggest and brightest full moon glow. Times like these bring back fond memories, it makes me think of Boracay. Every time its nice and windy or so sunny that I could feel so warm to the bone or whenever the moon looks so dashingly handsome... such nights send me back to the island I just need to close my eyes and I know its real and tonight is one of those very nights.<br /><br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic;">I leave my little hut perched up in the hill, secured my key in my pocket and took my trusty lighter with a built in flashlight --oh what a firefly this is. I turned to face the narrow path that would lead to the main road and it was already illuminated,no need for firefly then, so I just light a cig. It's a pleasant night, I opt to walk the entire way. Its so quiet that I could hear the island in orchestra -the sound of the wind against the leaf blades of the grass and bamboo trees; tricycles and motorbikes slowing down offering a ride, I decline and they go like resonating notes of violas and cellos, the distant videoke singer (probably drunk) reaches for the high notes falters and tries again and it goes on like shreiking violin but distance is a friend, it sounds good; then I hear the cicada's love song --the erotic call for a mate, but the cicada is not alone, everyone is seeking a match. Driven by insatiable lust, crickets, cicadas and God knows even butterflies and fireflies have songs of love --all of them sing in chorus (no shame in sex). I could stay and listen to this exclusive six-legged insect band and learn from them but in fact, my mind has drifted off already about human sexuality and *bang* the cymbals, I hear the crashing of the waves and my side tracking ends. The waves can be predictable at nights like this one, they just crash within a definite time or interval or momentum or pace. The waves make a hushing sound when it withdraws and moans loud when it claws back to shore. The hushes and moans of the sea and shore an incesant erotic love affair.<br /><br />Someone is playing the didgeridoo, that means the party is about to start and I'm not missing it. <object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LDocIinrFqg&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LDocIinrFqg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Red Pirates Pub Full Moon Parties are nothing like anything else in the island and for that it has a special charm to backpackers. Its a place where people come barefoot, dressed down, guards off, all-pretentions stripped-off and sometimes just plain stripped off. Its a very secluded nook where people come for chats, drinks, fire dance and live drum jams of Boracay's very own. I come here often for the very same reasons plus mango rhum, a game of poker or two, scrabble and dinners. Joey and Jen (the pub's owners) are very generous with their Friday dinners and I am very grateful.</blockquote>I love nights like this one.<br /><br /><br />----------------<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Find discounts on Boracay luxury hotels and affordable lodges </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://budgetboracay.blogspot.com">here.</a></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-32645610843507429412009-01-07T23:58:00.003+08:002009-01-08T00:51:30.264+08:00The 2009 Starbucks Planner HypeThere was quite a domestic stir last night over an obsession to own a 2009 Starbucks Planner. I'm not really a fan of the idea "meeting the quota to redeem prize" especially when year after year, the much awaited planner is less appealing than last year's offer. I would not be surprised that the year will come when Starbucks Planners would be reduce to a size of a then popular Hallmark Daily Planners (I used to have back in the days which is functional, appealing and reasonably priced) and of course, Hallelujah, be free.<br /><br />I think the best planner Starbucks has released was the very first one. Hard leather-bound, pen, monthly treats included and post cards for Mom and Dad. That one has the personal feel at least it was to me.<br /><br />This year, I was given a Green HP 2009 Planner Notebook which is more functional and appealing than the costly alternative. But anyway, no one can stop me from my favorite holiday drink, Starbucks Toffee Nut Latte Frappuccino and so I also collect the very last 4 stickers to redeem a planner I won't be using, at least my sister would be glad to have it.<br /><br />All is well.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-39366959728177714502008-12-28T04:09:00.002+08:002008-12-28T04:36:48.674+08:00Xaymaca Bar's Last HurrahWell well, I just had to go without any acceptable reason not to be in Xaymaca Bar, Timog Ave yesterday night as it happens to be the last gig night. And on that very night, Brownman Revival (BMR) graces the faithful crowd.<br /><br />At times like these, I can't be more sentimental and I think most of the people among the crowd last night are in the same bus as I am...going down to one's memory lane of Xaymaca as it was years back. So I went to Xaymaca with my friend Ayr from another party (at Bar42, Tomas Morato) and met up with long time BMR-faithful friends: sexynomad, adam mordo, koryn and michelle and needless to say, we had fun just like old times. <br /><br />For posterity, I video-ed the last two songs the band played. I will upload it soon... but right now...I'm ready for shut-eye. If you like listening to BMR, then watch out for it because the band went crazy...even the seem to be timid Onard (Brownman Keyboardist)!<br /><br />until then, x.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-32909243225512286412008-12-12T09:04:00.014+08:002008-12-12T10:46:44.577+08:00Movie: The Kite Runner<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHNjEspT2w4W5C9HAOI2GURmlpb7VPl_oKhtSkCMo1bBz8jq2a6Qk8-L4iS5XKihjjD2_dUK2HFe-DkkR_WV8rch6s4usRnvI__iZPf7OoXfgVRisrqDhW_tA3JF2ykn4DJe6CJA/s1600-h/The.Kite.Runner.DVDRip.XviD.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHNjEspT2w4W5C9HAOI2GURmlpb7VPl_oKhtSkCMo1bBz8jq2a6Qk8-L4iS5XKihjjD2_dUK2HFe-DkkR_WV8rch6s4usRnvI__iZPf7OoXfgVRisrqDhW_tA3JF2ykn4DJe6CJA/s320/The.Kite.Runner.DVDRip.XviD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278705437463473634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Kite Runner Movie</span></span><br /></div><br />I've seen the story of the two brothers, Amir and Hassan, on film a few days ago and I still find it as moving as the novel where the excerpts were taken.<br /><br />Some people would say that the movie doesn't give justice to Khaled Hoesseini's best seller novel "The Kite Runner". I agree but on the other hand I never expected the movie experience to surpass the novel's charm. In fact, I never ever did have that expectation with past novel-based movies. They can never be more enchanting than the book where the stories were derived from. It would take longer than 3 hours to watch if every event in the book was to be put into film. I am not going to watch a film longer than 3 hours. But even so, this movie is a must see!<br /><br />My eyes welled-up with tears during the entire length of the film, right on the first frame to the last, I, without exaggeration, did tear up. The director really took time in choosing excerpts to show from the novel. As I, having read the book and needless to say am very familiar with the story, connected with the portrayed scenes and even scenes omitted in between but I have to fill in the missing details for my sisters who haven't read the book yet.<br /><br />The first hour of the film was generously allotted to depict events from the first page up until Hassan and Ali leaves the house then more scenes were left out after that event. I was hoping to see more of Sohrab's issues (losing all hope in the world) but most are conveniently left out. Leaving out, most especially, Sohrab's failed suicide attempt. Which I think is very important to express Sohrab's helplessness and weariness explaining his aloofness towards Soraya and Amir.<br /><br />But I can never say it enough, I LOVE THE FILM. Go and see the movie, it is not to be missed.<br /><br />Favorite Lines:<br /><br />"For You, a thousand times over"<br /><br />"...there is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft...when you kill a man, you steal a life, you steal his wife's right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness..."<br /><br />"There is a way to be good again."<br /><br />Stills taken from the movie:<br /><br />1. Hassan knowing where the kite will land. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTT89V5EB8wot6GbWTeRsgwN_nBpPotVH924yUlxu0_4gJyT6TUpAohMi5_XFMoslow9KaTlfdE6Vphg-RCwxdsp2vWpV5ZIeg75XWS5gOaC4JOKsO3JrzDsVGkGtLGnGgY-x7EQ/s1600-h/the+kite+runner+movie.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 84px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTT89V5EB8wot6GbWTeRsgwN_nBpPotVH924yUlxu0_4gJyT6TUpAohMi5_XFMoslow9KaTlfdE6Vphg-RCwxdsp2vWpV5ZIeg75XWS5gOaC4JOKsO3JrzDsVGkGtLGnGgY-x7EQ/s200/the+kite+runner+movie.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278713448964972914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />2. Hassan and Amir watching a western film. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRBeHwN_0Dl1luWkSsJqcW90tK5HQCJbGu4kc2GaDcTuR8TXxKsCvAsAT-vtIOw3GIdH0oGgehlc-KORd-wdq1hJT4eFV2H-sBkO02Gx0nquM24LstHZmM_GsGitq-8gzioobivA/s1600-h/the+kite+runner+movie2.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 84px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRBeHwN_0Dl1luWkSsJqcW90tK5HQCJbGu4kc2GaDcTuR8TXxKsCvAsAT-vtIOw3GIdH0oGgehlc-KORd-wdq1hJT4eFV2H-sBkO02Gx0nquM24LstHZmM_GsGitq-8gzioobivA/s200/the+kite+runner+movie2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278713448347693362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />3. Hassan-the kite runner saying "For you, a thousand times over."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx8LJMq6Z75eeaDgWV4RylfrHlx-C0xvOn08XUMn987h-Aa4Ftj97uuQe9irP7tGBk0KlnX_YCm6c2GrFhyxJZcPieVfJyZWMoabG57GlffgSf45ZAIKkkEEy4Tpx-kVtPdCGlvg/s1600-h/the+kite+runner+movie3.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 84px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx8LJMq6Z75eeaDgWV4RylfrHlx-C0xvOn08XUMn987h-Aa4Ftj97uuQe9irP7tGBk0KlnX_YCm6c2GrFhyxJZcPieVfJyZWMoabG57GlffgSf45ZAIKkkEEy4Tpx-kVtPdCGlvg/s200/the+kite+runner+movie3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278722923629441890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />4. Amir provoking Hassan to fight back.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlS0Nz9QLzkmY2JzleTM8fXlNzNGA3GXVBF-qLaDm1HTafqmN5OET5HJAg69-TetTDUlS-Lm2Rd7zO2RK_2ueA-nC1hBA0MDummQr1718nuVISjiApUkrPcgo8AGNHAESGteKTjQ/s1600-h/the+kite+runner+movie4.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 84px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlS0Nz9QLzkmY2JzleTM8fXlNzNGA3GXVBF-qLaDm1HTafqmN5OET5HJAg69-TetTDUlS-Lm2Rd7zO2RK_2ueA-nC1hBA0MDummQr1718nuVISjiApUkrPcgo8AGNHAESGteKTjQ/s200/the+kite+runner+movie4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278713452782514578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />5. Rahim Khan giving his birthday present to Amir.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWvXPoXr7xLEi_C95TQfMkDDZGtN5NGawNlqRhjUxAzwEbSSWFeJ02nggNOZh71LmeHIY5eoagoJxwVEOCrqzruRdbC3Ur0YcMTmOKFM_PpfhmJixkB6L-2Mps0PP_ulH4ff2Vg/s1600-h/the+kite+runner+movie5.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 84px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWvXPoXr7xLEi_C95TQfMkDDZGtN5NGawNlqRhjUxAzwEbSSWFeJ02nggNOZh71LmeHIY5eoagoJxwVEOCrqzruRdbC3Ur0YcMTmOKFM_PpfhmJixkB6L-2Mps0PP_ulH4ff2Vg/s200/the+kite+runner+movie5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278715551117322882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />6. Sohrab with his slingshot hits Assef on the eye. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb3G-CHHXiKEXwX-QqeWtFKXfGMrTaUWnJGtiTF3rTpLsoUdoM6lwHblSnn-ngUDfCQU4hPNZM0JVO_rfpw68o5TtnK1abzADK-1aJ75waHciqm4mfVeAcu0vbWVJquc9356756g/s1600-h/the+kite+runner+movie7.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb3G-CHHXiKEXwX-QqeWtFKXfGMrTaUWnJGtiTF3rTpLsoUdoM6lwHblSnn-ngUDfCQU4hPNZM0JVO_rfpw68o5TtnK1abzADK-1aJ75waHciqm4mfVeAcu0vbWVJquc9356756g/s200/the+kite+runner+movie7.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278717852965706722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />7. Amir, Soraya and Hassan flying a kite together in a park.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzFS0yljvvZl6Rv4f__vhg6J0mDTL95K9cBYUaB2onnvFuDSakUNLlKA4j4s-uAZUNwmAsjLA-hFvmTqr2SQQv2knFABrONSKH23dhcZdIaMQ67MfWKALhVSux5VEM-v8gYMYFdg/s1600-h/the+kite+runner+movie8.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzFS0yljvvZl6Rv4f__vhg6J0mDTL95K9cBYUaB2onnvFuDSakUNLlKA4j4s-uAZUNwmAsjLA-hFvmTqr2SQQv2knFABrONSKH23dhcZdIaMQ67MfWKALhVSux5VEM-v8gYMYFdg/s200/the+kite+runner+movie8.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278717856288842898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />8. Baba forgiving Hassan for stealing Amir's watch. Ali and Hassan decides to leave Wazik Akbar Khan.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnb7jvxCnPg5kuz7AHB-irIge57WyE0p6oRrZSQOx99_dBscRYnzpeNE2s_AjbSCklDfYO5L0nshkIoptf5Uc2iBGJKwKyY5ETB3bn_X7jX2kwQDxYnWVqYid4WRPu_Rc-QtzzQQ/s1600-h/the+kite+runner+movie6.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 85px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnb7jvxCnPg5kuz7AHB-irIge57WyE0p6oRrZSQOx99_dBscRYnzpeNE2s_AjbSCklDfYO5L0nshkIoptf5Uc2iBGJKwKyY5ETB3bn_X7jX2kwQDxYnWVqYid4WRPu_Rc-QtzzQQ/s200/the+kite+runner+movie6.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278716140873854530" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-77048724663173608622008-12-08T22:39:00.003+08:002008-12-08T22:54:03.007+08:00The Devil and Miss PrymFor a limited time, Paulo Coelho; the author of many acclaimed novels such as The Alchemist, By The River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept, Eleven Minutes, Veronika Decides to Die (to name a few); has granted a 100% FREE reading of his best-seller novel "The Devil and Miss Prym".<br /><br />This story of temptation is a thought-provoking parable of a community devoured by greed, cowardice, and fear—as it struggles with the choice between good and evil.<br /><br /><table width="184" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tr><td width="30"><a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/book/browseinsidemain.aspx?WT.mc_id=biHTMLWidget5f35e254-2ae1-430d-bbc4-51c4dc12968a" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.harpercollins.com/services/browseinside/images/biBoxLeft.gif" width="30" height="182" border="0" alt="" /></a></td><td style="background-image:url(http://www.harpercollins.com/services/browseinside/images/biBoxCenter.gif);" align="center" valign="middle"><a href="http://browseinside.harpercollins.com/index.aspx?isbn13=9780060528003&WT.mc_id=biHTMLWidget5f35e254-2ae1-430d-bbc4-51c4dc12968a" target="_blank"><img src="http://cdn.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/small/3/9780060528003.jpg" border="0" style="margin-bottom:5px;" /></a><br /><img src="http://www.harpercollins.com/services/browseinside/images/biCaret.gif" style="margin: 0px 2px 2px 2px;" align="absbottom" border="0" /><a href="http://browseinside.harpercollins.com/index.aspx?isbn13=9780060528003&WT.mc_id=biHTMLWidget5f35e254-2ae1-430d-bbc4-51c4dc12968a" target="_blank" style="color:#FF0000;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:9px;">Browse Inside this book</a><div style="margin-top:5px;"></div><a style="color:#FF0000;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:9px;"href="http://www.harpercollins.com/book/index.aspx?isbn=9780060528003&WT.mc_id=biHTMLWidget5f35e254-2ae1-430d-bbc4-51c4dc12968a" target="_blank">Get this for your site</a><br /></td><td width="8"><img src="http://www.harpercollins.com/services/browseinside/images/biBoxRight.gif" width="8" height="182" alt=""></td></tr></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-13401113467166913722008-12-08T04:23:00.004+08:002008-12-08T04:42:50.955+08:00The Kite Runner<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTb0am6pEXlrHd2ijcAu1UcqS1TbDjYxCYf1l95yQ7Xv1D7bUz6onUkUipwSSmPYe4BO_8PFlgtsNWOW5-wFYXKcIFrz2hPkSpMhWd0pSpmFetQgMh7uBrobrayC_GZP8pl0bafw/s1600-h/kite-runner-hosseini.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTb0am6pEXlrHd2ijcAu1UcqS1TbDjYxCYf1l95yQ7Xv1D7bUz6onUkUipwSSmPYe4BO_8PFlgtsNWOW5-wFYXKcIFrz2hPkSpMhWd0pSpmFetQgMh7uBrobrayC_GZP8pl0bafw/s320/kite-runner-hosseini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277151342172036402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Khaled Hosseini has won me over with his first novel, "The Kite Runner". He is, in my books (pun intended), one of today's phenomenal story tellers and I say it without exaggeration. I couldn't put the book down and read it, from cover to cover (with minimal sleep) in 3 days because I was so eager to find out where the events would lead. <br /><br />Reading the novel is like opening a door to Afghanistan's history and culture, that in itself is already a devastating story to start with. The novel tells the story of Amir's childhood in Kabul with Baba (his father), Ali (servant), Hassan (Ali's son) and Rahim Khan (Baba's friend who, to Amir's eyes, understands him more than Baba).<br /><br />Amir recollects the painful events he has caused Hassan's (his kite runner) family; his desire for Baba's complete attention and approval; his jealousy over Baba's affection on Hassan; Hassan's courage, Rahim Khan's endearing presence and his search for redemption.<br /><br />I don't really want to say more about the story as I might be revealing too much to spoil it <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Kite_Runner">(spoiler alert here)</a>.<br /><br />There are numerous materials available online of and about the novel. I'm downloading the movie and the audiobook right now as these contents were not available at the time I've read the book. But if you haven't read the book yet, go get a copy. If you have, well then get Hosseini's second novel, "A Thousand Splendid Suns".<br /><br />The story, "The Kite Runner", reminds me of my childhood -the '80s to '90s (yeah!!!) with my cousins. At that time, although we have gaming consoles like Nintendo Family Computer, Game n' Watches, joy sticks games, the games of choice are the really tiring 'It Games' like Tumbang Preso, Pepsi 7-Up, Touch the Color, Monkey Monkey, Langit Lupa, Pussy Cat Pussy Cat, and etc. I can go on on in this list of games. (I will, just you wait! LOL). We get repremanded to play around the time dinner is ready (yes, the time when the entire family eats together) and disobedience means a beating(LOL). Only when we are sent home do we really play with the gaming consoles.<br /><br />Games back then were more DIY. We used to make and fly our own kites in our backyard with walis ting-ting, pastic grocerybags and our lola's sewing thread (hahahahaha). We make our own bubble fun in numerous fashion depending on the availability of the materials needed and where the modus operandi will take place. If we were out in the garden, we would crush gumamela leaves and flowers to a slimy paste and add water sometimes adding manang's detergent for maximum effect and a looped walis ting ting or hallow papaya leaf stalk, when in the bathroom with cousins, we just dab a tiny amount of Johnson's Baby Shampoo on our lips and start blowing and then weeeeEEE! We do get in trouble a lot and get a scolding from Manang because sometimes we use too much detergent for our bubble fun and the mysterious thinning of the walis ting ting.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-25996041367967224322008-12-05T19:37:00.005+08:002008-12-07T00:55:46.582+08:00What's Your Favorite Color?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvsFqYpYrbUav3150Mb0nBxm6y54fZcQrzPihZyf1mw_Oal4edoHvx0j8OTEmt5jqtx_gWpwWf6FFOmLzZ6xEau_yuKdEhLAshd1d-falG80ojk5qkoI_4eEN2K6LLCC1ATCqzwQ/s1600-h/Paris+Hilton+Pink.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvsFqYpYrbUav3150Mb0nBxm6y54fZcQrzPihZyf1mw_Oal4edoHvx0j8OTEmt5jqtx_gWpwWf6FFOmLzZ6xEau_yuKdEhLAshd1d-falG80ojk5qkoI_4eEN2K6LLCC1ATCqzwQ/s400/Paris+Hilton+Pink.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276272655785127538" border="0" /></a><br />Dear Paris Hilton,<br /><br />You're no longer in preschool where teachers would think it cute that toddlers wear their favorite color all over. Are you doing this as a motion to convince Crayola to rename Pink to Paris?<br /><br />Were they bought on sale? Wait, that's not right... did you just shop at your own store?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-38649832719511016012008-12-05T17:50:00.001+08:002008-12-05T17:50:31.218+08:00Esthero - Everyday Is A Holiday With You<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQoRyzjWu7E6no-eAFjviSPxmhnsgnCL8fdtMQNYzjueabXZcyhIN-pvUTKHOazGylAd4lmVARAritooJ5aLCX73DChg2kIu0BMJ80FVuSa37UaJQRQVi5Nmg5FOKMu1QQPLq/s1600-h/esthero_marcgoldstein1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQoRyzjWu7E6no-eAFjviSPxmhnsgnCL8fdtMQNYzjueabXZcyhIN-pvUTKHOazGylAd4lmVARAritooJ5aLCX73DChg2kIu0BMJ80FVuSa37UaJQRQVi5Nmg5FOKMu1QQPLq/s400/esthero_marcgoldstein1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276236452802284290" border="0" /></a><br />Title: Everyday Is A Holiday With You <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jd3N8Vr4mPQ">(see video on youtube)</a><br />Artist: Esthero<br />Album:2006?<br /><br />Met him on Sunday<br />Loved him by Tuesday afternoon<br />Woke up on Friday<br />Changed my whole life<br />to make some room<br /><br />Around a quarter to two<br />I have remembered all of my lines<br />I say when I think of you<br /><br />Your'e like a favorite song to<br />That melody, that melody I love<br />And it goes<br /><br />La da da da da da da da da da<br />La da da da da<br />La da da da da<br />La da da da<br /><br />Hopped on the Metro<br />And I'm on my way home<br />But I can't get him out of my mind<br />No matter just how hard I try<br /><br />And if the rumors were true<br />I could look forward to some<br />[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/RZq ]<br /><br />Better days and get aways<br />Are so nice 'cause when I am with you<br />You're the cresendo to<br />that melody, that melody<br />I love<br /><br />La da da da da da da da da da<br /><br />Better days and get aways<br />'Cause every day is a holiday with you<br /><br />La da da da da..<br /><br />Better days and get aways<br />'Cause every day is a holiday with you<br /><br />Gotta let them know<br />Gotta know for sure<br />Dont leave me I'm in the cold<br />Gotta know for sure<br /><br />La la la la..<br /><br />When I think of you<br />Better days and get aways<br />'Cause every day is a holida with you<br /><br />La da da da da da da da da da<br /><br />Better days and get aways<br />'Cause every day is a holiday with you<br /><br />La da da da da..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-39687001903054454562008-12-05T17:48:00.001+08:002008-12-05T17:49:48.814+08:00Maria Mena - Just A Little Bit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYTuGgX3tXNzY8Z7pH9xbYRBBi43OtZvYgjBUE8EaJx2V3y4JiXQA0HDXhIq9PPXfEFK5H7Ka24WyErgNRfu-6kfbMK00MBeiFvxOZVl2oS8NaXIyNjaY1CMYRrvM8UsvFUJhe/s1600-h/Maria-Mena-opt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYTuGgX3tXNzY8Z7pH9xbYRBBi43OtZvYgjBUE8EaJx2V3y4JiXQA0HDXhIq9PPXfEFK5H7Ka24WyErgNRfu-6kfbMK00MBeiFvxOZVl2oS8NaXIyNjaY1CMYRrvM8UsvFUJhe/s400/Maria-Mena-opt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276227923827093250" border="0" /></a><br />Title: Just A Little Bit <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSe8bYcvgl4">(see video on youtube)</a><br />Artist: Maria Mena <a href="http://agency.livenation.no/artist.aspx?artistId=8">(read interview)</a><br />Album: 2004<br /><object width="300" height="110"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/rcGLeesEe9/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/rcGLeesEe9/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed><a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/2FJ5olk/music/Lf-cXj9p/jusalilmp3/"></a></object><br />just a little bit stronger<br />just a little bit wiser<br />just a little less needy<br />and maybe i'd get there<br /><br />just a little bit pretty<br />just a little more aware<br />just a little bit thinner<br />and maybe i'd get there<br /><br />clearly, clearly i remember<br />hiking up my skirt<br />and asking for your time<br /><br />clearly, clearly i remember<br />nervous if ever confronted<br />and questioning myself<br /><br />oh perhaps, perhaps if i got better<br />perhaps if i challenged myself<br />perhaps if i was...<br /><br />just a little bit stronger<br />just a little bit wiser<br />just a little less needy<br />and maybe i'd get there<br /><br />just a little bit pretty<br />just a little more aware<br />just a little bit thinner<br />and maybe i'd get there<br /><br />clearly, clearly i remember<br />pulling up my shirt<br />and staring blank ahead<br /><br />clearly, clearly i remember<br />days of useless crying<br />and almost feeling dead<br /><br />oh perhaps, perhaps if i was smaller<br />perhaps i could control myself<br />perhaps if i was...<br /><br />just a little bit stronger<br />just a little bit wiser<br />just a little less needy<br />and maybe i'd get there<br /><br />just a little bit pretty<br />just a little more aware<br />just a little bit thinner<br />and maybe i'd get there<br /><br />just a little bit stronger<br />just a little bit wiser<br />just a little less needy<br />and maybe i'd get there<br /><br />just a little bit pretty<br />just a little more aware<br />just a little bit thinner<br />and maybe i'd get there<br /><br />oooahhhh oooahhhh oooahhhh oooahhhh<br />just a little bit pretty<br />just a little more aware<br />just a little bit thinner<br />and maybe i'd get thereUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-62162974419791296262008-12-05T17:46:00.000+08:002008-12-05T17:47:01.819+08:00Lenka - The Show<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGO1tOZspFPcCNczDQqE4sxLq1-8lwBEhcE1dvArD8G1WC7ocZouQk4zmg73KO9g8n28THUGrrZME4edExroA3wlU616HWTnHePRFghQqCFd_zZSAzE9XKikBNR242NkVZzuq/s1600-h/lenka.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 345px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGO1tOZspFPcCNczDQqE4sxLq1-8lwBEhcE1dvArD8G1WC7ocZouQk4zmg73KO9g8n28THUGrrZME4edExroA3wlU616HWTnHePRFghQqCFd_zZSAzE9XKikBNR242NkVZzuq/s400/lenka.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276237661144461954" /></a><br /><object width="300" height="110"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/-gLvhwwgxW/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/-gLvhwwgxW/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"></embed><a href="http://www.imeem.com/lenka/music/dEk9nd3_/lenka_the_show/"></a></object><br />Title: The Show <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nTSU-mFWGs">(see official video on youtube)</a><br />Artist: Lenka<br />Album: Lenka (2008)<br /><br />I'm just a little bit caught in the middle<br />Life is a maze and love is a riddle<br />I don't know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried<br />And I don't know why<br /><br />Slow it down<br />Make it stop<br />Or else my heart is going to pop<br />'Cause it's too much<br />Yeah, it's a lot<br />To be something I'm not<br /><br />I'm a fool<br />Out of love<br />'Cause I just can't get enough<br /><br />I'm just a little bit caught in the middle<br />Life is a maze and love is a riddle<br />I don't know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried<br />And I don't know why<br /><br />I'm just a little girl lost in the moment<br />I'm so scared but I don't show it<br />I can't figure it out<br />It's bringing me down I know<br />I've got to let it go<br />And just enjoy the show<br /><br />The sun is hot<br />In the sky<br />Just like a giant spotlight<br />The people follow the sign<br />And synchronize in time<br />It's a joke<br />Nobody knows<br />They've got a ticket to that show<br />Yeah<br /><br />I'm just a little bit caught in the middle<br />Life is a maze and love is a riddle<br />I dont know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried<br />And I don't know why<br /><br />I'm just a little girl lost in the moment<br />I'm so scared but I don't show it<br />I can't figure it out<br />It's bringing me down I know<br />I've got to let it go<br />And just enjoy the show<br /><br />Just enjoy the show<br /><br />I'm just a little bit caught in the middle<br />Life is a maze and love is a riddle<br />I dont know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried<br />And I don't know why<br /><br />I'm just a little girl lost in the moment<br />I'm so scared but I don't show it<br />I can't figure it out<br />It's bringing me down I know<br />I've got to let it go<br />And just enjoy the show<br /><br />dum de dum<br />dudum de dum<br /><br />Just enjoy the show<br /><br />dum de dum<br />dudum de dum<br /><br />Just enjoy the show<br /><br />I want my money back<br />I want my money back<br />I want my money back<br />Just enjoy the show<br /><br />I want my money back<br />I want my money back<br />I want my money back<br />Just enjoy the showUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-26555532193581059582008-09-08T02:33:00.003+08:002008-09-08T02:36:21.760+08:00Coming Back Home<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEima-zvq_Dhjz-18hSc44UM6cORZmvAdhFPIstbvlXZH7mvdL2KXSe0VF7UFBKXn2RqMpmuxxp8JW2V6tsVK0tkyU7Gs3Yr2Utv_JOIga_FuZUk3LW80rdrlcuxrZPRQYS6wTZHag/s1600-h/get2getherTITANs20080814_140555_006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEima-zvq_Dhjz-18hSc44UM6cORZmvAdhFPIstbvlXZH7mvdL2KXSe0VF7UFBKXn2RqMpmuxxp8JW2V6tsVK0tkyU7Gs3Yr2Utv_JOIga_FuZUk3LW80rdrlcuxrZPRQYS6wTZHag/s400/get2getherTITANs20080814_140555_006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243349716187141442" border="0" /></a>almost everyone. <br />I'm back home.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092750.post-5939237356503138322008-08-20T08:21:00.003+08:002008-12-05T18:03:19.283+08:00My response to Jaeyoun Kim's Essay<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I am posting my email response regarding Jaeyoun Kim's essay on Filipinos and the Philippines. You may received it on your mail. I find it alarming that Filipinos actually find it inspiring and amusing and forward it to fellow Filipinos and the recipients forward it to more Filipinos. I personally want to stop the cycle. I don't find Jaeyoun Kim's essay amusing and much less, inspiring. Although, If you happen to be Filipino and find his essay otherwise, do enlighten me. I may be missing something. But for now, since you are reading already, I lay my thoughts. Comments are welcome. I just would like to know how Filipinos take Jaeyoun's "Philippines My Philippines" essay. If you haven't read it, well you are lucky (or not) because that's what the previous entry was all about.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">My email response goes...</span><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"></p><blockquote><p class="MsoNormal">Good day everyone!<br /><br />I have read the Korean's Essay and I find it inconsistent and maybe I don't share the same opinion with you.<br /><br />I don't agree that Filipinos do not love their homeland and that being "the problem" of our country. I don't agree also that judging one's national patriotism on one's desire to live and work in another country other than your homeland as a sign of lack of love of the country. In this case, Filipino OFWs are questioned on their lack of love for the Philippines. It just doesn't ring true to my ears.<br /><br />In the essay it was also mentioned that during a very hard time (40 years ago) in Korea, Koreans left their country to Germany to work and that they came back to Korea years after. We also have sent teachers, nurses, care givers, domestic helpers, foremen, security guards, miners, cooks, cruise workers, name it, we've sent them all over the world and after some time, OFW come back to the Philippines -balikbayans. Even if they left the country, I do believe that in every Filipino OFW's heart is a yearning to go home and a burning love of the country. I don't doubt that. (Of course a visiting Korean student wouldn’t know about that in his short visit to our country)<br /><br />Who is this Korean dare judge Filipinos that way? Make conclusions based on an afflicted Filipino prisoner. Of course these prisoners would want to be off their burden thus wanting to leave and never come back. It isn't a secret to the world that our prison's state is so bad. I think the writer should have sought another Filipino like the ones who are OFW or just not in prison. <br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am a teacher, I wished the writer asked me and maybe he would think differently.<span style=""> </span>I wished the writer met my student to prove that Filipinos are patriotic.<span style=""> </span>Although at the moment I am not affiliated in any school but I consider myself still a teacher.<span style=""> </span>The same logic applies to any OFW even if they are not in the Philippine Islands, they are still Filipinos and proud at that.<span style=""> </span>But anyway, going back to being a teacher, I taught in Island Home International Primary School (A British International School) in Boracay Island.<span style=""> </span>My students are foreign in nationality and some are of Filipino descent having one Filipino parent.<span style=""> </span>Although they have difficulty in speaking Filipino, they are proud of their Pinoy heritage.<span style=""> </span>They know their flags and some were taught by their parents to sing Pinoy nursery rhymes.<span style=""> </span>You will be surprised, they have bright plans only a loving Pinoy child citizen would dream for their neighborhood, city, and the Philippines.<span style=""> </span>So what is this Korean talking about?<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ask athletes maybe. Ask them how it feels to carry and wave the Philippine flag on a foreign country and represent Philippines. Their victory is not a selfish one, they shout "Pilipinas" with all their heart; “Ginto Para sa Pilipinas” with pride.<span style=""> </span>They cry too, and their tears roots from this well of Filipino pride.<span style=""> </span>We all have this well in our hearts and I hope we take good care of it, let’s not think so badly of our own countrymen.<span style=""> </span>(Let the Koreans do that –I’m kidding).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">My point is, his claim isn’t valid.<span style=""> </span>Why of all people would you ask a prisoner deprived of freedom and then generalize his desire to fly out of the country never come back be true to all Filipinos.<span style=""> </span>I think any prisoner would say that even a Korean.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Regards,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Maria Jasmin Maramag<br />PROUD FILIPINO TEACHER</p></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal"></p> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">To all Filipino bloggers out there, I wish you would write your insights too on your blog about this. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11