I just received a text message from a friend. He wanted me to console him about his recent romantic dilemma with his old friend who is unfortunately committed to a relationship at the moment. But despite his involvement with another guy whom he calls as boyfriendfriend, he persistently professed that he loves my friend. I’m confused and so is Becky, my friend [not his real name, just his preference har har har].
Relationships are designed to be either complicated or totally chaotic that’s why I try my best to stay away from it but sometimes it’s inevitable. Real-life relationships are not as perfect and not as fancy as those in the fairytale stories that our parents or nannies used to read to us before going to bed. Real-life relationships do not always end with “and they live happily ever after”. As a child, I used to think that couples live their little perfect lives after exchanging “I dos”. But as I grew up, I came to discover that it’s not always the case. It never was, is and never will. In real life, finding someone to love is quite a tough task to do. And once you found it, the even harder task begins. Relationships allow us to assume a role either that of a domineering boyfriend, a forgiving girlfriend or an abusive partner. Relationship turns us into someone that we never thought we can be. We can either become selfless or egoistic, loving or insensitive, vocal or cold. We morph into someone that is quite different from our usual selves as we grow or regress in a relationship.
And since relationships, by nature, are complicated we often find ourselves dwelling in the midst of confusion, groping in total darkness not knowing what we want or how bad we really want it. Sometimes we long for someone though we are loved by someone else. It has been a puzzling fact that pulls every healthy relationship down into the pits of chaos. Sometimes we are aware that we are happy and in fact we are living a blissful life with a partner yet sometimes we wonder how it feels like to be with somebody else, that someone whose name crosses our mind involuntarily every now and then. I haven’t read any book that would put my hunch into a theory or that would elucidate my ideas about such phenomenon. Not yet.
The same reason holds me from having a serious one of my own, the same permits me to always say “ayan kase” to people who would come tome with tears bacuse of break ups.
Maybe it is in our nature to seek perfection that we keep on longing for something that is missing. Maybe our little brain thinks that if we can find that someone to fill the gaps within us then maybe we will forever be happy.
I am a skeptic when it comes to those falling-in-love theories. The one that says that when you find that someone everything else stops and you feel like floating on mid-air as you see nothing but her/his face and that you can even remember that particular moment for the rest of your life with every details associated to it intact. I believe they call it as the sweep-me-off-my-feet moment, the moment when one is supposedly caught off guard when you’re devoid of any existing fears and misery with nothing but just plain sheer moment of indestructible attraction in your system.
Consider me a cynic, a non-believer of such mushy theory. I admit though that once in my naturally complicated life I’ve been through those moments of extreme cheesiness, those times when Cupid was jumping with utmost joy. Now, he is officially assassinated… at least in my own imperfect world.
I told my friends I’ll be doing another post for our Anawangin adventure but that promise remained as is until I forgot it already.
Just recently, I’ve been involved in an emotional chaos with people I really treated as my friends. I cannot comment anything more as I am still waiting for more proofs on how I will judge her. People around me have given their owns already but I’d like to still give her the benefit of the doubt at least basing it on our own friendship. It took me long hours to decide on what I did. After so much thinking [maybe not as intelligent the way she thinks?], I made a decision - I need to stand up and brave whatever consequences it will give me.
These are the times that prompt you to really look for a place to have some rest,to unwind and be able to shout your lungs out with only echoes to retaliate. I hate false stories, I hate backfighters, I hate power trippers, no more lies please, I hate being civilized at times, I hate saying no more.
Anawangin looks like another world. As you approach the bay, you couldn’t help but wonder if you are still in the Philippines. Unlike most beaches, Anawangin stands out as one of the few where you have pine trees instead of the usual coconut trees. The muted green needle leaves of the pine trees that lined the shore contrast nicely with the salt-n-pepper colored sand. The barren mountains at the back of the bay provide a backdrop of varying shades of green and brown.
Anawangin is one of the best real “getaway place”. It is “shielded” from most of man’s daily technology. No electricity, no cellphone coverage, no radio and TV signals.
I have read articles and seen photos of Anawangin for quite sometime now. It was a quick decision we made. I have read about destinations for summer getaways before and Anawangin was one who got my attention. So when my friend Joanne opened about it, I decided that thats it, its going to be another destination for 2008. Luckily I have officemates who like the outdoors a lot too, so forming a group for the trip was easy.
Ahhhh.. when can I have a break again. I want to be out of here. I want peace. I want real people. I want…
While at home, lying and suffering from what seemed like a vertigo/migraine/hangover rolled into one and a very severe [watch that!] sorethroat, I heard my nephew saying “wow”, I thought it was just the usual Jollibee commercial he’s really fond of but when I opened my eyes I saw this video. I was just staring for few seconds and then I heard myself saying “wow”… My sister was watching also and quipped “lagot na naman mga tga GMA, another Herculean to beat” I can’t help but to agree.
I was barely sitting down on the toilet when I heard a voice from the other stall saying:
“Hi, how are you?”
I’m not the type to start a conversation in the restroom. I don’t know what got into me, but I answered, somewhat embarrassed,
“Doin’ just fine!”
And the other person says:
“So what are you up to?”
What kind of question is that? At that point, I’m thinking this is too bizarre so I say:
“Uhhh, I’m like you, just sitting here.”
At this point I am just trying to get out as fast as I can when I hear another question:
“Can I come over?”
Ok, this question is just too weird for me. I figured I could politely end the conversation. I say:
“No……..I’m a little busy right now!!!”
Then I hear the person say, nervously:
“Listen, I’ll have to call you back. There’s an idiot in the other stall who keeps answering all my questions!!”
Ces Drilon, her cameraman Jimmy Encarnacion and MSU professor Octavio Dinampo were finally released from captive. Soon as I heard the news, great relief was felt.
I know how it feels to have one of your family members be held in captive. My father was once kidnapped by the NPAs for 40 days. I don’t really have that tight bond with my Father but seeing my MOM acting like crazy made me wish and pray for his return.
Thank GOD for the answered prayers. I hope this will be a start of a better relationship between us and the Mindanao people.
I’m with them to share hope with enduring peace in that area.
For complete information check this link : http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/breakingnews/nation/view/20080618-143262/UPDATE-2-Ces-Drilon-companions-free
I’m a little bit sensitive at times and I know that. I try to control it but the recent weekend got the best of me.
I have different groups of friends. Friends from the province, due to preference, online and office friends. And there’s what I call the closest of them all which is of course my kababata - we have been friends and classmates from Kinder to High School and one group also that composes JC, Ron, Jay, Guise and the rest of the Babylon gang. But for the past few weeks, I took time to know and be close to some of my office friends.
We were together when we had an out-of-town trip to Zambales, after that I really got too involved with almost everyone. It just hurts me badly because all the while I though we have really built good friendship. Not that I don’t have people to accompany me through the weekend [because that rarely happens - there would always be Ralf, Jc or Jay to ask me out] but the thought of at least being invited to whatever they were planning would really mean so much. Even before I went home that day, I kept on asking Mia…di ba talaga tayo kasali? Di ako nagmamakaawa pero pabalat bunga lang ini-expect ko that time. All just seemed too weird then. Uh well, maybe I expected too much. I don’t wanna demand for anything but I guess I should also be thankful because they have insinuated the real score between us.
I went from being hurt to being pissed in just few seconds.
I’m sitting here, still feeling waves of untempered emotion rumble back and forth in my heart. I had a restless night that Saturday. Was thinking what I must have done wrong then. Good thing I had one of those conversations with Jc, so I sucked it in, tried to remember all of the good things I have to be thankful for.
The title of my blog is heart to hurt, that means my intention is to write the raw-uncut version of what goes on in my heart. I’m secure enough to know, most of us battle with the same stuff. You may not be letting anyone close enough to your life to see the struggles when they happen- but we all smoke and sputter at times because we’re human.
I’m not sure where to go with this post. Just writing it out has helped defuse a lot of my anger or should I say bitterness. Hurt [for me] doesn’t stay hurt for very long. It quickly ferments into a low grade anger.
Most of us leave a trail of burnt bridges. Some of them needed to be burnt… abusive toxic relationships…
Others, we burn because we’re hurt and it feels good to strike back. The only problem with that is, sooner or later, in virtually every close relationship, there are going to be misunderstandings. The closer you get to another person, the more likely it is, one of you is going to say or do something to hurt the other person- and there’s a good chance they won’t even know it. Do I want to get to the end of my life- pretty much alone, due to my habit of torching relationships the first or third time the other person did something to upset me? I have that option, and I’ve done it… I’ve also forgiven my friends when maybe someone else would have walked away, and those relationships feel that much richer and deeper because of it. Thanks for listening to an old fool vent.
We as humans are wired to connect, and when we are abandoned everything inside of us rises up screaming. As for me? I’ll continue to write whatever I feel here and will enjoy it immensely.
People who don’t have knowledge of what really happened maybe puzzled because I tried to be vague on details. Or you might ask me where the entry is heading… let me tell you this then… this is one of those random rants I’m writing just to ease out the pain. I need not go into specifics. I just want to write.
I have been a great fan of SATC since I first heard it. I’ve seen it being promoted at Obar the last time I went out with Jay, Guise, Jc and a Baguio guy. So you can just imagine how jealous I was when Jay told me that they have already watched it. Even if it was almost impossible for my schedule to allow me to see it, I persisted… and I won. I went to the theater alone [as I always do if I really want a movie because I don't wanna be disturbed] and saw the movie - over two hours long. It was a 4:00 showing - which meant that by the time all the commercials and previews of upcoming movies were over, the movie actually started around 4:20. It was over around 6:45ish. I don’t think I moved the whole time. That’s one of the reason I also love watching movies alone, especially if I’m totally engrossed to it. When I was still at SVI, I’m usually at the theatre by 4pm and stay till 8:30 as my shift starts at 9pm. Same reason I used to have a big collection of pillows because I get to buy one each visit. The theater was big - and it was crowded but there were some empty seats. There was also a showing at 4:30. The lobby of the theater was packed and the line to get in the movie was long. In the theater there were very few men. It was easily at least 95% women there. There were a few faithful husbands, boyfriends, SATC male fans there, though. One thing I noticed was how many single women were there - women attending by themselves. Really amazing.
SPOILER ALERT! Ha! I’m telling you, don’t continue reading this if you have plan of watching it. Just checking to make sure you want to know what happens in the movie before I get to the good stuff. All the major storylines and occurences in the movie will be divulged here.
First of all, no one died in the movie. The hoopla before the movie came out about a major character dying was just something started to generate interest, I guess. It worked. All through the movie, I kept waiting for a major character to die. I’m glad no one died. Except for Charlotte experiencing a bout of Montezuma’s Revenge on their trip to Mexico, there weren’t even any illnesses in the movie. It was a feel-good movie. No deaths needed.
The movie started off with Carrie talking about the four friends and about how years have passed since she and Big got back together in Paris. She has now published three books. She and Big are together - and they’re very happy. Miranda and Steve are together. Brady is older — looked like the same child played him — cute little redhead. Charlotte and Harry have their adopted daughter from China. Her name is Lily! [Which I loved!] Samantha and Smith have moved to Los Angeles for his career, but Samantha flies to NYC often to be with her friends.
Carrie and Big are looking for an apartment - They find a gorgeous one except that the closet is small. Big says they can afford it and that he will re-build the closet so Carrie will have the closet of her dreams. They don’t talk about getting married.
Then the four women go to a jewelry auction and hear the story about the woman who lived with a guy for ten years - only to come home one day and be locked out. So she auctions off all the jewelry he gave her to make enough money to get by. Carrie thinks of her own situation, and eventually mentions to Big that she’s concerned about her situation - of having no security. So they round-about discuss their way into being engaged. Vogue magazine wants to do a spread about getting married at 40 - highlighting Carrie and Big’s wedding. So out come the designer gowns, the celebrity photographers - and the wedding gets “bigger than Big.” It starts out small with only 75 guests. Then it grows until there are over 200 guests invited. Big feels overwhelmed with everything, but he keeps it to himself.
Meanwhile, Miranda and Steve are having their own problems. With their busy lives, it has been over six months since they had sex. Steve ends up having sex with someone else - and he confesses to Miranda. For Miranda, the marriage is over. She moves out and finds an apartment and refuses to even consider Steve’s abject apologies and pleas for her to take him back. She refuses to take his phone calls or to see him.
So at Carrie and Big’s rehearsal dinner, Steve shows up to talk to Miranda. He begs for forgiveness. Miranda doesn’t want anything to do with him. After leaving the scene with Steve, Miranda goes back into the dinner where Big asks her if she’s okay. Still upset over her confrontation with Steve, Miranda tells Big that he and Carrie are crazy to be getting married because marriage messes up everything. Big’s misgivings about the big hoop-de-doo wedding are reinforced. He calls Carrie that night, and she tells him that it’s still her - that it’s still them - that it’s okay. And he feels better.
The next day everyone arrives at the library where the wedding is to take place - everyone but Big. He keeps trying to call Carrie so she can reassure him, but Lily had picked up Carrie’s phone - and so Carrie doesn’t get any of Big’s phone calls.
His limo pulls up to the library, but he doesn’t get out - and finally he decides he can’t go through with it, and he starts driving away. When Carrie finds out he’s not coming, she leaves. Meanwhile, Big realizes what he’s done [”What have I done?”], and he heads back - his limo meets Carrie’s limo mid-street. They both get out and Carrie yells at him and hits him with the bouquet and get back into her limo and goes to Charlotte’s house where she is dazed and practically catatonic.
Samantha is unsuccessful in cancelling the honeymoon plans - and so she buys extra tickets - and the four women head off to enjoy Mexico and to help Carrie. Carrie is in a “Mexicoma” - sleeps for days - when she finally agrees to eat, they have to feed her. Eventually she gets out of bed. They return to NYC where they’ve worked to get Carrie’s apartment back [She had sold her apartment and moved in with Big]. When she enters the apartment, it is piled with boxes, and she decides that she needs an assistant. She hires Louise [Jennifer Hudson] from St. Louis, who is in NYC to “find love.”
So months go by. Charlotte gets pregnant - is afraid to continue running because she doesn’t want to lose the baby. However, she does get back into running. When she is only a week from her due date, she happens to see Big in a restaurant. She angrily confronts him for hurting Carrie - but she’s interrupted by her water breaking. Big insists on taking her in his always-waiting limo to the hospital. Charlotte ends up having the baby - another girl. The baby is named “Rose.” When Carrie comes to the hospital, Harry tells her that Big wants to talk to her - and Big wonders if Carrie has read any of the letters he’s sent. Letters? Carrie hasn’t received any letters from Big. She goes back to her apartment to look for letters. We’ll pick up on Carrie’s storyline after catching up with the other characters.
Charlotte and Harry now have Lily and Rose - they are firmly into their happily ever after.
Miranda and Steve finally decide to go to counseling and after awhile the counselor tells them not to see each other for a couple weeks. Then after they’ve had time to think things through, if they want to get back together, they should meet. If one doesn’t want to get back together, then that person wouldn’t meet at the prearranged place. They decide to meet in the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge. Of course during the two weeks Miranda agonizes about what her decision will be. Steve worries that Miranda will always hold his unfaithfulness against him. But in the end their love for each other overcomes the negatives. It’s a tender scene when Miranda starts walking towards the middle of the bridge - sees Steve walking toward her. She “never looks back” - and she and Steve walk hand in hand into their happily ever after.
Meanwhile in Los Angeles, Samantha is getting frustrated with monogamy. While she remains faithful to Smith - despite many temptations - she finally decides that although she loves Smith, she loves herself more. So she and Smith have a tender farewell - and Samantha leaves for her solitary and sexually active happily ever after - in New York.
As the months have passed, Carrie has gotten back into life - not dating but getting her apartment back together and starting to work on her new book about love - but not having much success with the book. She refuses all contact with Big - and immediately after hiring Louise she asks her to make it where she won’t ever see any email from him. After Rose is born and Carrie hears from Harry that Big had sent her letters, she figures out that the “letters” are emails - and she finds that Louise had put the emails in a file on her computer rather than deleting her. She reads the letters - each one a classic love letter from literature - and one was written by Big - telling her that he will always love her.
The day comes when the apartment that she and Big were going to share was going to be sold - and she goes there to get the new Manolo Blahnik’s that she had left there. She goes into the apartment and opens the beautiful closet that Big had built for her. There’s Big - with the shoes in his hands. He tells her that he had come to get the shoes for her. It’s the first time they’ve seen each other since their disastrous non-wedding day months before. They fall into each other’s arms…Big tells her that she’s the love of his life and he apologizes. She says that the wedding months ago was too big and wasn’t about “them.” Then he gets on his knees and proposes. He says that this is when a ring is needed - to seal the deal. Instead, he gets one of the Manolo Blahnik’s and puts it Carrie’s foot - and they’re engaged.
A few hours later they get married at a courthouse. As they’re leaving the courtroom that is filled with couples waiting to be married, Big asks Carrie if she’s really okay with it just being the two of them there, and she says she is. He says that it would be so much better if “the girls” were there to share their joy and “that’s why I called them.” They go through double doors, and there are the girls. The next scene is of them all celebrating at a Waffle House looking place - everybody laughing and happy. And thus Carrie and Big start their happily ever after.
The movie closes with the four women celebrating Samantha’s “fifty and fabulous” birthday at a restaurant and looking forward to the next fifty.
The audience at the movie theater erupted in applause at the conclusion of the movie. It was very good. Not absolutely outstanding - but satisfying all in all.
P.S. And oh! Sanford and Anthony got together, too, which is really funny considering how they reacted to each other in the TV series.
Once again, Oscar invited me out. Aside from the neverending discussion while he’s driving, what I enjoyed most is the scenery and the food we had. While we make our way to the hundred confounding aisles of Mall of Asia, looking for a new and unique diner, I saw posters of classic Hollywood stars and films posted on the wall of “Grams Diner”. Its motto is “feel good, comfort food.” So we decided to give it a try. If you’re a fan of The Carpenters and anything that screams 80’s, then do visit Grams Diner at SM Mall of Asia. An American diner, expect hefty serving of steaks, burgers, and other staple American edibles.
Carrot ‘n Squash Soup. The best food we’ve tasted in this diner.
Monster Fries. Monstrous indeed for its oil. It’s just too oily. But I love those shreds of meat.
Roast Beef ‘n Pasta. Too plain for my palate.
Gogo Mango. Soft, juicy and sweet. Nothing extraordinary though.
Thanks Oscar for the treat!
Grams Diner, SM Mall of Asia
1120 Entertainment Mall, SM Mall of Asia
Pasay City, Metro Manila
[02] 556-0395
How do you end a stress-full week? I decided to end mine with true friends in tow.
Jc texted early in the morning asking of my location, since I was still at the office then I decided to meet at Robinsons Pioneer. He was with Ralf and soon we’re on our way to Starbucks Podium. After some coffee, small talks and a lot of laughter we agreed to meet Kiko at Megamall for a sumptuous breakfast and Kung Fu [led by a Panda].
What can I say? I love pandas. They’re round and cuddly and cute-looking, but not too overly cute because they come only in black and white, not pink, not any other cutesy color.
And then they come up with a movie with a panda as a hero, a kung fu hero at that, and get this, with my favorite Jack Black as The Voice. So panda + kung fu + Jack Black + Dreamworks = what can go wrong for Amee? [I love these individual elements on their own]. I only realized that everything combined makes for one hilarious experience.
Even more, the rest of the voice talents are no lightweights either. Dustin Hoffman [check!], Angelina Jolie [check!], Lucy Liu, Seth Rogen, among others. And [drum roll please] my all-time fave, Jacky Chan.
The Nytimes describes the movie as high concept with a heart. I say it just rocks, no big words needed. One other thing that made the movie great and to watch for? Sam Concepcion will be singing the official theme song for it’s Asian release. The Little Big Star sensation will finally make his mark overseas with his rendition of the latest flick from Dreamworks.
The morals of the story are:
- The chosen ones are not always the most likely ones. Sometimes it takes a big, round tummy to beat the foe.
- It always pays to have food as motivation. If one loves food, one will do anything for food. Will write for food, if Anthony Bourdain, or any French chef cooks. Or anyone cooks a yummy meal for me, for that matter.
- Sometimes there is no magic. You only have to make your own magic.
- Follow your heart. Follow your imagination [even if it seems impossible].
- And with Roan and Nate’s common belief… BELIEVE.
I’ve already posted some entries here showing how proud we can be of our heritage. And how boosting it feels to have other Pinoys being successful abroad. Being Pinoy is something… it makes us a lot different from other races. Maybe because we’re not too pale nor too dark… we’re just brown… the right mix. We always hear ourselves saying that “kapag ibang lahi nalahian ng dugong Pinoy, mas gumaganda” which somehow is evident on some of our beloved half Pinoys. Maybe, it is because we’re a little bit of everything… smart, hardworking, bubbly, lovable and a little annoying at times. Or maybe, it is our distinct culture that keeps us on the top on almost every social success - our loving and warm way of getting into people made us earn enormous amount of friends and acquaintances, our diverse history honed us into flexible individuals and our unshaken determination brought us to the peak of the mountain of our dreams.
But there’s more to us than being brilliant and passionate… something that is distinctly Pinoy… our uncanny ability to pull others down as we struggle to climb harder on our way up - CRAB MENTALITY.
I once said that most of our negative traits can be traced backfrom those countries who have colonized us. We’re a mixture of almost everything. Crab mentality is not solely practiced by Pinoys [as evident also form my dear friend - Nates' experience from working abroad] but we have to admit that it undeniably something in which we’re good at. Even on daily game shows like our adopted version of Wheel of Fortune or even our very own Game Ka Na Ba? this kind of negative Pinoy trait is indeed noticeable. I am not a game-show kind of person but I remember that I once watched the US version of Wheel of Fortune and as far as I can remember, I never heard or seen contestants yelling into each other things like “Bokya”, lose a turn or anything like that. In Game Ka Na Ba?, the “Atras” power, which gives an individual the power to go back one or two spaces, is the best visible example of crab mentality. Good thing they have changed it already.
I can also admit that jealousy and greed sometimes weaken the best of me but that’s one thing I always try to work on. I hold myself from being so bitter and so jealous of somebody elses being. Crab mentality may not be a very desirable trait but let’s face it!…we’re known for that along with Mañana Habit and Colonial Mentality. No matter how much we try, we are and we’ll forever be the crab that we are….just a plea to those who run the game shows… please, please, please do not tolerate, promote or incorporate such negative traits into any of your shows. Afterall, we all share a common goal… that is to make Pinoys proud of being a Pinoy.
Pinoy ako. Pinoy tayo!
I know this one is quite late but I’m just wondering what happened now to this issue. I have posted one entry before that tackled the issue but just for those who haven’t been updated… Here…
Brian Gorrell is an Australian blogger who gained his fame because of his revelations about the Philippine’s member of Alta Sociedad. His broken relationship with his Filipino ex-boyfriend became the beginning and source of these controversies.
Every netizen [net citizen] probably knows him and might already heard about him. He is now one of the most famous bloggers and most controversial individual not only in the cyber world, but also in the real world. He gained his fame from his fearless revelations and disclosure in the web. He is Brian Gorrell, an Australian blogger who is now striving so hard to recover his $70,000 money allegedly looted by his Filipino ex-boyfriend, who happened to be a struggling socialite. This valiant Australian blogger became phenomenal in the web when he fearlessly unveiled his real-life story through his personal blog site.
Last March 4, 2008, Brian Gorrell signed-up and launched his personal blog site hosted by one of the largest and top web hosting providers in the world. His primary purpose in launching the site was to get back his strayed money that was supposed to be his life savings. Gorrell and his Filipino ex-boyfriend agreed to put up a restaurant business in the Philippines. As a contribution and initial investment for the project, the former sent his money to the Philippines through wire transfer. Everything turned smooth until the two had a little misunderstanding which resulted into separation and neglecting the project.
These little things, from simple misunderstanding and broken friendship, turned out into explosive revelations when Brian Gorrell used the internet as a medium in his quest for justice. He accused his ex-boyfriend a thief who took away his money and refused to pay him back. Consequently, he started writing about his ex-boyfriend and many other people connected with him. Drug addiction, homosexuality, HIV, Philippines socialite’s black secrets and the likes were only some of the things he mentioned in his blog.
After his revelations, Brian Gorrell became a phenomenon in the cyber world. His e-mail inbox might have burst out already because of hundreds of incoming messages everyday. He has become a favorite icon and subject of conversation among the press people, celebrities, and even to those who belong in the Philippines’ Alta Sociedad. He has become a subject and headlines of television news, radio reports, newspaper features, and even his fellow bloggers’ blog. There are even humorous rumors that he might be taken advantage by the two giant television networks in the Philippines to host his own show. What would be the title of the show then? Some film producers might also become very interested to make his story into film. I’m quite sure this will be a boom and a box office hit specially in the Philippines.
For months already, Brian updates his blog day by day telling the predicaments he had with his ex-boyfriend way back in the Philippines. Fellow bloggers and curious netizens also began to visit his blog site regularly to read some updates of his stories. His blog was even dubbed as a cyber soap opera or telenovela. Every time people log on the web, they won’t forget to visit his blog site and crave for more updates and revelations.
Will some TV series or shows now be threatened because of this phenomenal and astonishing response from people on the web? What a heck will that be? I’m sure some people would prefer to look forward and read a real-life story of someone who really exists than watching those fictional characters and situations on the television screen. Advertisers might also taking advantage to post their advertisements on his blog site thinking that thousands of people visit it everyday. His blog traffic is a record-breaking success for a personal blog site. I guess it would be every blogger’s dream to have more than three millions blog traffic in a matter of more than a month. Yes, more than two millions blog traffic and still increasing!
Brian claimed that he had evidences on his misfortune. He should bring this to court and file charges. Is there such law? I dunno, but seeing the blog somehow made me sad as a Pinoy, this is additional negative impression among filipinos in the Philippines. What a shame.
Through blogging, Brian Gorrel shared dirty filipino secrets that he came to know when they’re still in good terms. Brian deserves my sympathy, I hope that after he get what he wants from DJ Montano, he will come back and visit Philippines again and see that not all filipinos are like DJ Montano. On the other hand, DJ Montano is now a star not in pinoy blog community but to the entire blogospehere.
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There are days wherein you can really say that you are emotionally low. You have all the burdens and problems in the world. On my part, I have the burden of being Kuya to my siblings. You see, it’s been quite a while since we lived almost altogether again. I’m used of living alone, minus all the hassles of assuming responsibilities. Now, I have to brave the thought that we have a pamangkin to take care of, to feed and and to love. I have another brother and sister in college, additional bills and expenses to mind, more mouths to feed and more entrance fees to “lakads”. Yes, our Mama will always be there but we have agreed to stand on our own and not to ask more of what she’s already providing.
In my younger days, Papa used to say that it is considered lucky when it rains on one’s birthday. He says it’s like being “showered” with blessings from above. I dunno where he got that story, but I sure believed it. See, my birthday falls right smack in the middle of summer. So much so that the coming of rain on my birthday – on March 2 – assuredly, a far-fetched idea, is more a welcome respite from the hot summer sun than the prospect of a shower of blessings down the road.
Well, so it was a very hot day once again. The sweltering summer heat has been with us for months now. June 12, Philippine Independence Day, it’s the latter part of summer. And it’s normally one of those really hot days. It’s so hot that even before you can leave the bathroom from a nice cold shower, you’re sweating again.
Anyway, I was preparing to go and check some stuffs at the mall and regretted not having left the house earlier, for the sun has raised the temperature to hell-like levels. But, a few minutes later, dark clouds started forming. Then, still a few minutes later, it began to rain!
I was intending to take the jeepney so I can save. But the rains, on this particular day, forced me to take the cab. I am not complaining.
Ordinarily, the onslaught of rains – and thunder and lightning and subsequent floods – is among the most dreaded moments for urbanites like me. [… and for some folks in the rural areas as well.] It gets difficult to travel around the metropolis when it rains. Traffic can get tied up like the proverbial Gordian knot especially on our area. We live along Boni and traffic jam has been a part of our daily lives already.
But on a day like today, I welcome the rain like it was the most wonderful thing ever created. The rain pulled down the temperature to a bit more tolerable levels. The rains, too, provided my heart the much needed “bath” it rarely ever takes – but that’s another story. The rain gave me time to reflect and feel blessed at least.
The raindrops, pitter-pattering on the cab’s roof and windshield, provided the proper ambiance for me to wax sentimental on my situation and our [with my sisters] life’s situation. Stuck in a moderate traffic snarl, I thought about a lot of things and of people that have become a part of my life for the last years.
Pitter-patter the rains went as we negotiated the fairly easy route from Boni to Megamall. I saw familiar sites on my daily travel to work…. the mall I frequent for buying goods or watching movies… the bakery where I drop by every so often for fresh, off-the-“pugon” pan de sal… the neighborhood barber shop where “kwentong barbero” is literally livened… the tunnel… the local hardware store which supplied many of the raw materials for the thousand and one “projects” we did at home, from our bunk beds, to the backyard shed, back door, computer table, benches, etc… the list is endless!
And I was momentarily awakened from my reverie with the constant pitter-patter of the rain on the cab. I asked the driver to flipped on the car radio, hoping to catch any good tune… something about the rain or birthdays, if possible. Something upbeat; nothing sentimental. But, no dice. My mind brought me to “Rainy Days and Mondays” by the Carpenters. But that is a bit too sentimental. I mean, I like the song but right now I can’t take words such as “rainy days and Mondays always get me down.” On a hot summer day like today, a rainy day is always welcome and lifts spirits. Ironic as it may sound, but a rainy day in the middle of the blistering heat brightens up my day.
And then, of course, I now have our bundle of joy [my pamangkin]. So nothing can get me down today. No rain, floods or traffic jams. No negative headlines about the rising cost of fuel and goods. No rice shortage. No Ces Drilon [though I really pray for her safety], nor the latest circus masquerading as a senate “inquiry” while millions are waging a daily war for three meals a day.…. No. No negative news will spoil my day today. It’s a good day.
Today I count my blessings. I thank God for the people around me… family and friends who have been there with me through good times and bad… and I remember those most especially who have been there in trying moments. I am grateful for all the opportunities coming my way, be it at work or elsewhere. I am thankful for simple things everyday that I oftentimes take for granted, but would probably mean the world for less fortunate brethren.
I thank Him for the love being shared. For my family [siblings - Gold, Queen, Aiza, Pipoy, Totoy, Dave, Mama, Papa, Francis-my pamangkin], my office friends [Gay wit Zelot, Mami Abi & Abhi, Alma & Nina, Julie & Kelly, Evette and Ron, Ed, Ms. Lanie, Binibining Knowel, SP people, co-QAs - Agnes, Kate, Cj and of course Ryan, Mhel, Genie, Dior, Mi and Joanne], Jc & Kiko, Jay &Guise, Mark, Ralf, Radge, etc…
I am grateful for even the pettiest squabbles with officemates or friends, for they strengthen my character and sharpen my problem-solving skills, assuming I had any to begin with. I am grateful for friends who I hang out with, whether to exchange funny anecdotes or sob stories, over a bottle of beer or two. I am thankful for drinking sprees on weekends where we exchange even funnier and embarrassing stories because of our drunken, uninhibited state. Cheers!
I am grateful for friends who come to me for advice even on situations I don’t have the expertise for. The experience, I can assure you, is most flattering. But I do my best to give “proper” advice.
I am thankful for the food I eat everyday, cringing with guilt at how often I complain to myself at the little variety there is to eat at Banchetto, when millions would rather be in my place than their one-meal-on-a-lucky-day routine.
I am thankful for my rickety, relic heart – old yet reliable – who’s seen better days, but still continues to serve me faithfully, and yes, reliably. Reliably because It can control itself from falling in love without his older brother brain. I am thankful for even the daily traffic jams because it means that I at least have work and an office to go to, while a lot are out there struggling to find a decent job.
I am grateful for the camping adventures we’re currently trying to maintain which has provided me not just thrills and excitements but with a bigger circle of friends. I am thankful for the occasional movie and spa sessions for providing momentary escape and relaxation from the daily grind at work.
And yes, I am thankful for rainy days, even when they bring more traffic and commuting woes. On a day like today, rains pitter-pattering on the taxi’s roof, I am thankful for the respite from the hot summer sun…. and yes, even for the promise of the proverbial shower of blessings from above. Rainy days and Monday always get me down, Karen Carpenter once sang. But rainy days on a very hot summer are a cause for celebration for me.
Rains on my birthday are not just a welcome pause from hellish temperatures. They also serve as an assurance…. They tell me that despite all the chaos in the world, all the problems around me, all the troubles bedeviling people, there is a respite for everything… and everything will be all right.
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I’m a person who enjoys life’s simple pleasures. A walk in the park, isaw sa UP, DVD marathon and even drive thrus.
For months now, the McDonalds Greenhills Drive Thru doesn’t have a menu that drivers can peruse before giving their order. Oftentimes, your orders depend on your familiarity with the menu and the counter person’s verbal explanation. I have pointed this out already to the manager at least three times on different occasions during the past months but there has been no change.
Aside from that, last weekend, I ordered breakfast items that included coffee and pancakes. The counter person handed me the bulk of my order and said there were a couple of items still missing. My “company” stopped me from using my venom so I kept quiet which rarely happens.
When she came back, she was trying to hand me a cup of coffee and the containers for the pancakes’ syrup. I requested her to put them in a plastic bag, and she countered that she’ll give me the items as well as the plastic bag, implying that I should be the one to put the said items in the plastic bag myself. I contradicted her directive and demanded that she put the items and hand them to me when it’s properly arranged in the plastic bags.
I requested for the supervisor and pointed out the two incidents. The manager said she will speak with the persons concerned. I really hate poor services especially in these kind of establishment. I even remember one ocassion wherein I really blurted out “Ayusin mong trabaho mo ha!”
It was a good thing that I was with somebody that time. Mcdonalds personnel need to be reminded that the drive thru was created to add to the convenience of the consumers, supposedly ensuring that food will be given in a timely manner as well as bagged in such a way that will ensure easy handling and transportation.
The lack of a menu slows down the whole process, which, I’m very sure has a time limit; and the improper bagging could lead to accidents such as the infamous Mcdonalds case with the first degree burns suffered from a coffee spill from a drive thru incident.
We’ve all been in situations where we have nothing to do even at work and you don’t feel well. That has happened to me just last week. We had low contacts, with only five [5] agents calling, an upset stomach and LBM symptoms. The funny thing? I was questioned by my supervisor or at least was given a comment because I busied myself doing lay outs after I have sent the report requested by our Shift Manager. Being the rebellious as I am, my initial reaction was… Huh? What’s the difference? While I use my Adobe, she was busy surfing the net, some are busy with their boyfriends, some are busy updating their friendster, some cruises, some pretends… Doesn’t my Adobe Photoshop equate their yahoo games? Their endless talk over the telephone?
But since it’s what they want I have thought of easy ways to look like we’re doing something. If you don’t have a clue to do this, this list will really help you out.
- Have a notebook and pen right next to you. If someone passes by you, just pick it up and start writing.
- Pretend you’re softrosing someone. People are bound to ask who you’re IM’ing so, just close it and say “secret”…
- Try and have multiple tabs open on our computer. Keep one tab open on some very work related Excel. When someone comes close, switch to that tab and pretend to be deeply engrossed in it. Your boss will leave you alone forever. Maintain that expression, even while on a different tab. But be careful, they may get you involved in the most boring or complicated reports now!
- If you’re at your desk, writing or something, run your pen over your work, as if checking for mistakes.
- Always keep a word file open and cut paste some weird stuff there. When they see you chatting just Alt+Tab to the word file and pretend that you have typed it there yourself.
- Hide yourself in the corner where no one can see your monitor screen.
- When setting off on your task, look for anything that you can use to stall. Maybe a shoelace of yours got untied, or you need to straighten your shirt and a pen fell out, oversized jacket or other things like that.
- When at your workstation, pretend you sat on something sharp. Pretend to examine the area.
- Wear your headset and listen to old recordings.
- Drop a pen by accident. Pick it up and pretend that the cap fell off too. Anything will work as long as it prolongs your stalling time.
- Shift objects to make you comfortable. Don’t get up and start walking around moving tables, just pretend you are organizing your workstation.
- Pretend you have a small crack in your neck. Start stretching, but not too long as people might get suspicious.
- Pretend you’re assisting people by standing and walking pass each ones backs.
- If people can’t see your screen, type on your keyboards like you’re using a classic typewriter.
- Run to the production floor and talk to an agent wearing that “I’m pissed” face.
- If somebody called you, try to prolong the conversation by doing rapport and sharing senseless comments.
- Lastly, act like you’re really tired, drag your feet, set your volume to eight [8] then stretch with the words “Haaayyyy, nakakapagod talaga”, go home early and put that perfect gloomy eyes.
With all these, you can now be a part of dulaang UP! Teatro Tomasino or join “The Rent”.
PS : She might not know it… she used to have my loyalty. Ngayon, ewan ko nalang…
We all love Mariah aren’t we? I have come to adore her since time immemorial. Kaye [Nate's sister] is a die hard fan of this diva, my sisters, office mates, Jc and almost all the people I know love her. Being so, I think she really deserves this post.
For us, stage glitches mean malfunctioning microphone, no audio, disarrayed stage props etc… The words “disastrous Mariah Carey TV appearance” make one think of broken legs or sparks from malfunctioning lights setting hair on fire, but fortunately, neither of those things happened to Mariah on Good Morning America. Things just went a little wrong during one of her songs - the backing track was miscued and it started playing before she was ready and at the latter part of the song, she threw in a hint to the sound guys by adding the lyrics “Stop Singing My Part Baby” to her song! I love it, the save was so fabu!
The DJ even said on an interview that there have been times that MC told her backup singers to sing certain parts, like higher parts, when MC’s voice couldn’t handle it like if she was having a bad day or something. I guess that is something that they would agree to prior to certain performances or something. But then on GMA the other day I guess the backup was singing stuff Mariah didn’t want her to. Too funny, she is chastising her singer[s] in the song.
There had been so many negative comments about it but I can’t think of better way to handle those. And if she really acted diva-like, well she is.
Then Mariah sort of got upset before another song when she didn’t know when she was supposed to start.
I go to gym. I minimize fat and calorie intake. I try as much as I can not to give in to my cravings but there’s one thing I cannot really avoid - ice cream!!! I love chocolate. To give me less of the ice cream and chocolate that I paid for just makes me furious, which I managed to control when I ordered a Brownie Temptation with Chocolate Chips Blizzard for take out for the first time.
It was a quick and short noticed Dairy Queen visit courtesy of my “new” [whatever that means. I'll take time to write about that "new" guy. Anyway, I just felt shortchanged considering how I patronize their products. Their branches [gateway, trinoma, rob galle & glorrietta] are not even near my place so it takes real effort to have a DQ experience.
I was disconcerted when I noticed that the usually overflowing Blizzard was about a quarter inch short of the cup’s rim, which made me request the Dairy Queen server to add more, which he readily did.I was disturbed further when he didn’t do the customary upside down move, but perfunctorily gave me the covered cup.
Afterwards I conferred with a DQ staff, who informed me of a very alarming procedure when I inquired about what they do when a client orders take out.
If the Dairy Queen client forgot to inform the cashier that it’s take out, then they suggest that the client eat part of the product so that the flat lid may be closed. If they know beforehand that it’s take out, then they deliberately lessen the product so there’s no difficulty with sealing the lid. And they do away with the upside down move completely when it’s take out.
These revelations were just too horrible, but I kept my temper in check and suggested two things:
- Give customers the choice. Give the consumer the choice of what to do with the product when it’s take out. If the client chooses to eat or throw away part of the product in order to close the lid, then that’s his choice, not theirs. Don’t take that choice away from the consumer.
- Please reinstate the Upside Down Move The upside down move is a trademark of Dairy Queen. They shouldn’t take it away just because it’s take out.
And, as I pointed out, my Brownie Temptation with Chocolate Chips Blizzard should be free, because that’s what it says on their sign, ‘Served Upside Down or it’s Free.’ [The same thing happened to my friend when I asked her to buy take out for me, and the server also didn’t do the upside down move].
So now, to avoid my Blizzard being reduced, what I do is to give the order without informing them of my intentions. After they do the customary upside down move, I request for a lid and a plastic bag.
I polish off part of the Dairy Queen Blizzard and close the lid myself. Very minor inconveniences when it concerns ice cream and chocolate but what can I do? And of all things… please, not my ice cream.
Zelot’s birthday party was a blast. I’m the type who writes a lot but I can’t find the right words to better describe it. I think these pictures will be enough to do justice on what I feel and how it went.
Living alone for quite sometime didn’t help me to do better in house keeping. In fact, instead of learning more household chores or cooking recipes, I ended up forgetting everything my Tito Medel has taught me. Tito has been a supervisor for Aristocrat once so he really knows good food. My Tita Nhia had no choice but to be one too, and since I spent most of my high school years with them, they taught me a lot of these “house” stuffs.
With new hopes that I can still be that “perfect-kitchen-guy” in the future, I resorted to watching anything that tackles good house keeping, home makeovers and cooking. For one, I have loved watching Rachael Ray’s 30 Minute meals who was once an object or our [Ron, I & Jc] kakulitan as we imagined writing her a letter suggesting that she make a 30 Minute version of cooking “Halayang Ube” for us. Watching Ray’s 30 Minute Meals on the Lifestyle Network channel made me aware of canned chicken or beef broth.
However, a perusal of the Shopwise Grocery shelves only yielded the powder, cube style or cream type. The nearest one that came to broth was fat free, and, therefore, tasted really bland, plus it was expensive to boot at an estimated Php 94 price at least according to that Lola who was also shopping then.
I wanted to avoid any preparation, lazy person that I am, so when I spied at SM Supermarket a cheap Php 23.50 can of Soup’er Fish Misua Soup, I decided to buy 2 cans so that I could try it out even though I’ve never heard of the brand before.
However, at that price, my expectations were really low. I was assuming that the soup would be really watery with hardly any of the mackerel and thin wheat noodles [misua] that are pictured on the label.
I was pleasantly surprised to find that the thin wheat noodles [misua] were so plentiful it made the soup quite creamy, plus, there was enough mackerel to make it satisfying.
Well, other people seemed to have discovered Soup’er Fish Misua Soup, because the last time I went to SM Supermarket there were only 3 cans left. I would have gotten all three but one had a huge dent at the side.
Now, I’m thinking of that chicken tapa Mhel was suggesting last week. Long way to go!
The thought of writing this post was brought about by the fact that most of my friends have partners already. Not that I’m envious of them but just the feeling of being dependent on them everytime I feel like going out.
Jay & Guise, JC & Kiko, Mark & Mike, Radj & Ron?, Ron & Everybody etc…
Ron even teased me yesterday. “Ma-inlove ka narin kasi 2 sa PowePuff meron na.” Which I replied ” Hay naku, di ko kailangan.”
Wanting to love and be loved is a very normal need. We grow up watching movies with happy endings where the heroes fall in love and live happily ever after. Many of us desire this for ourselves. When we are around someone we are attracted to, our brains release chemicals that make us feel good. These feelings trigger euphoria.
Chemistry, Passion, or Romance are all terms people use to describe the new and exciting feelings of attraction. But one word can sum it up— infatuation. True love is not infatuation. What is infatuation? Webster’s Dictionary defines infatuation as lacking sound judgment, foolish, or completely carried away by foolish or shallow love or affection. Notice that lasting love is not part of the definition. There is no magic in infatuation. It is universal. Usually the emotions change or lessen and the search begins anew for those same feelings – this time with someone new.
I’ve had few crushes for the past months, had flings too but I can’t imagine myself falling in love seriously. I don’t see myself in a relationship. I can’t see myself either.
In Greek, there are three words for “love:”
Eros – a romantic or sexual love
Philia – brotherly love or friendship
Agape – spiritual and selfless love
[Thanks Cj, Joanne and Mhel for the definitions]
A good relationship of true love will contain all three. This kind of love takes time. You won’t always feel the overwhelming feelings of intensity like there is with infatuation. Real love is like a friendship that has grown and deepened. Real love is realistic. You see the flaws and imperfections in the other person and accept them as part of who they are. You do not look for perfection, and it is not expected of you. Real love is about acceptance of you for who you are, without pretense or masks.
Real love, mature love, is about trust. You do not have the need for jealousy. If the love is genuine, you know your partner cares as much about your feelings as his own. You want the best for each other. You encourage each other to grow in your lives. You support each other.
Real love is comfortable. You can relax and be yourself. You do not have to try to change yourself or be something you are not. You feel free to be you. In addition, you know that you are all your partner needs you to be. Likewise, you do not try to make your partner be something they are not. Their feelings are just as important as your own.
True love takes time. You must truly know someone in order to develop a mature love that will last. You must see them in good times and in bad. You must develop patience and attention.
I’m always fascinated by those old maids and the character that they possess. I admit I’m a little puzzled why they remain as such knowing that they’re “straight”. Unfair na kung unfair pero that’s how I really see them. I would have understand if they belong to my kind but the mere fact that opposite still attracts them? I really don’t know.
They have been stereotyped to be those whould spend time being uptight, masungit at sobra istrikto. I have a friend whom I can really categorized as one. To my disappointment, I’m starting to feel na rin talaga her being monster. Monster in the sense that she really have this attitude of being so mayabang, so feeling and maraming issues sa ibang tao. She would always have something bad to say about somebody. Be it our boss, co-workers or almost everybody else. I can’t imagine how she’s doing it and how he can just face them the next morning with a fake smile in her face. Damn! she’s a real actress.
Anyway, since it’s June 4 let me dedicate this space for those who are lonesome and still haven’t found “Mr. Right”? Yet, the years are beginning to pile up? Don’t worry or fret. This day is for you. Old Maid’s Day brings awareness to those of us who have not yet found [and caught] our soul mates.
Old Maid’s Day exists to put into the spotlight all of the fair maidens who have yet to find their Prince Charming.
Ladies, celebrate Old Maids Day by getting out and getting noticed. Guys, open your eyes…. “Mrs. Right” may be right under your nose.
Well, I’m extending this for those who are really just “old maids” not the “monsterly old maid” I know.
Just a simple FYI :
ORIGIN OF OLD MAID DAY
The year was 1946 [or thereabouts]. WWII was over, and millions of soldiers were returning home. There was a huge increase in marriages. Somewhere during this time, it was noted that there were plenty of Maidens waiting for the returning GIs. And, the ladies were not getting younger as they awaited the return of their GI. The long war had disrupted and put on hold many relationships. And, many GIs did not return home. Dances and socials were held to bring together returning soldiers and the many available, unmarried ladies. It is from this occurrence that Old Maid’s Day emerged.
Just as I was checking my SMS, I received a message from a friend asking to join him on an ISAW feast at his place. He used to be my hangout buddy while he was still a Law Student at UP. I then thought it was just timely since I had been planning to blog about the street food we ate the past few days. As he puts it, “food is a window into culture.”
Last Saturday after shift, I, Ryan, Mia and Cj met Kate, Mike and their lovely Mika for an Isaw Adventure. As we all know, the UP campus in Diliman is a haven for street food.
We went straight to the isawan near the shopping center and the church. I’ve been there before with Gretch, Myah and Kate’s family too and that’s how I became a fan of isaw. Aside from pork barbeque, the selections of grilled chicken and pork innards, collectively referred to as isaw, include isaw baboy [pork intestine], isaw manok [chicken intestine], tenga ng baboy [pig's ears], goto, botsi, atay [chicken liver], balun-balunan [chicken gizzard], and betamax [pig's blood] among others.
Besides its stellar education, the University of the Philippines Diliman campus is a popular destination for college students in the area for the wide variety of delicious street food and affordable restaurants in the shopping center and various buildings. One of the most sought-after goodies in the campus is their isaw [intestines], which you can find near the Kalayaan Residence Hall. At around three or four in the afternoon, you can find the vendors from the UP Coop setting up their barbecue grill and bringing out their sticks of pre-cooked isaw baboy [pork intestines], isaw manok [chicken intestines], barbecued pork, chicken feet, and other barbecued meats.
After the isaw baboy and manok is grilled in front of you, you dip it in vinegar seasoned with garlic and onions. The crunchy exterior of the pork intestines and the chewy texture of the meat makes isaw baboy something I always crave for when I smell the aroma of barbecued meat. Be warned though - this snack is high in cholesterol, and eating too many sticks at once just might bring you a little bit closer to death
There is another isawan that used to be in front of Ilang-ilang Residence Hall but moved to vacant lot beside the UP Law Center. The main difference is in the sauce since this has a sweet brown sauce and spicy vinegar while the other is mostly vinegar-based.
Other selections in UP include the sorbetes, taho, lumpia, banana cue, camote cue, cheese sticks, fish balls, squid balls and kikiam among others. Immediately after the Isaw session, we went to Joanne’s place and had spaghetti and liempo over some bottles of beer. The videoke was also a blast.
Highlights were : Mia having a stolen picture with the “takaw sa isaw” Onemig Bondoc, Ryan imitating the bedimpled guy, Joanne & Ivan’s mala-sarsuela drama, Cj’s sleeping on the table and my own version of “I belong!” picture.
I’ve been trying to find hawker centers here in the Philippines just like those in Singapore and Hongkong. And the closest thing that we’ve got here is Market! Market! in Fort Bonifacio Global City, just along C5. So our next stop? Market! Market!
Our very own Filipino singing sensation Charice Pempengco starred with Andrea Bocelli, Alicia Keys, Josh Groban, Katherine McPhee, Michael Johns, Babyface, Michael Buble, Brian McKnight and John Mayer in a concert tribute to songwriter David Foster on May 24 in Las Vegas, Nevada.
The concert highlighted the luminous career of Foster, one of the music industry’s most celebrated producers. He was honored by a historic one-night-only live concert, David Foster and Friends.
Charice got two standing ovations after she sang “I Will Always Love You” and “And I Am Telling You.”
“Tonight, a star is born!” David Foster exclaimed when Charice Pempengo wowed a 10,000-strong audience. She was the only performer to get a standing ovation, in fact - two!
Oprah called Foster to get Charice on his show. The 16-year old from Cabuyao, Laguna, Philippines appeared on the Oprah Show, and she was clearly impressed. Well, a good thing Foster accommodated Oprah, too!
If Groban is one of Foster’s most renowned discoveries, this night truly belonged to a newer one, doe-eyed 16-year-old Filipino belter Charice, whose voice is like a jetliner taking off from her sternum.
She turned in a stunning rendition of the Whitney Houston-by-way-of-Dolly Parton hit I Will Always Love You, singing with such power and poise, it was hard to believe that she wasn’t even yet alive when the song originally became a hit on The Bodyguard soundtrack in 1992.
“Tonight, a star is born,” Foster gushed after her brief set, another grand sentiment from a man defined by them.
I was just tidying up my station as I was ready to go home when I had the chance to check this from coconuters blog. I have been posting Charice’s videos here even before so I thought - I couldnt miss this. And so I posted.
I decided to make a separate post of this adventure as it deserves a limelight of its own. Capones Island is really a sight to behold. Contrary to what I’ve read in my research, the sea was not that wild and rough so it was so funny that the other boat where our hunks were riding had life vests on during the entire boat ride [our boat with Mia, Joanne, Ivan and I didn't have any].
We opted to go to Capones Island earlier as it was said to be more difficult to reach especially during high tide. It was a very enjoyable boat ride. I was screaming like hell. Thirty minutes later, we arrived at its shore to experience the famous lighthouse for which it is known for. The stair trail was steepy and really high. We passed through thick grasses and trees and soon enough, we finally got to Capones Island Lighthouse.
The Faro de Punta Capones on the Island of Grand Capon, simply known now as the Capones Island Lighthouse, was built in 1886 and became operational in 1890. Despite its old age, the lighthouse is still operational and is currently powered by solar cells under the maintenance and supervision of the Philippine Coast Guard.
After taking photos of the lighthouse, we went inside and tried to go up to where the light was. There was a creepy feeling as we roam and check the place. The walls were too thick, the stair way was creaking with every step we made, the echo of our voices gave a shrill to our body and the height freightened me too. More pictures were taken then we decide to call it a day.we decided to leave the lighthouse for fear that the beach might be impassable should the tides go higher.
The trek back was just as difficult, but we were able to maneuver our steps better among the rocks and corals along the beach. We went inside the tall, wild grasses again and came out with lesser scratches. Exhausted from the trek, we rested first under a cliff’s shade, while the others check a group of photographers doing photoshoot.
We then headed back to Pundaquit Beach. As expected it was a very enjoyable boat ride. Basically, everything was done in a leisurely manner. We left the island and were back in the resort in no time. We readied ourselves for the long journey home… Back to reality.
Friday night which extended to that morning of a Saturday was chaotic! Everyone [except for me] was cramming on their reports and work loads just so we could leave the office, go home and head to the bus terminal… Maybe it was the excitement that drove us crazy. Weird, but I was half hearted and couldn’t fully join the fun because Agnes’ birthday will be on a Sunday. The thought of being out of town made my heart jump and beat twice but missing my friends birthday held me from being on an ecstatic mode.
When I got home I texted Joanne and Mia about joining them on our way to the bus terminal. Few changes of our route plan made me feel cramming but thanks to great heavens we still made to the terminal early!
The bus was supposed to leave at 12:00, Lou, Ryan and Ivan were already there when we arrived. Cj then came after few minutes. Everyone shifted mood because Beto was nowhere in sight and the bus is about to leave in 15 minutes. Good thing he made it before the scheduled departure.
We arrived at San Antonio at around 3:00 am, which was earlier than our expected time of arrival. From there, we met our guide and rode a tricycle to Pundaquit Beach. While Mia, Joanne and Ivan were doing the pamamalengke, the rest of us just took time taking pictures, enjoying the beach and wandering how it would be like to be in Anawangin while staring at Capones Island and another one which I soon heard to be Camara Island.
Capones Island and a couple of other smaller islands [the Camara Islands] lie a few kilometers from the shores of Pundaquit, Zambales. The Camara islands are 2km offshore and Capones is 3 kilometers farther [5.2 km offshore]. Capones and Camara are known for their white beaches, speckled with colorful crushed coral. Clear turquoise waters held us spell-bound. High rock cliffs beckon rappellers. Capones is known for an old Spanish-era lighthouse that brings visitors back in time.
The boat was small and I can see some were hesitant to ride it! It was my first time to ride a small boat, but the excitement consumed it.
About 15-20 minutes later, we docked at Anawangin Cove. All the while I thought that Anawangin is a hidden treasure waiting to be discovered. But we were surprised to see that there were actually a lot of people that weekend! Lucky us, we got a space near the improvised CR and poso [well].
I had fun at Anawangin. This is the first time I’ve set up a tent and actually felt like a real camper! Our trip from one island to another was a real scare and adventure at the same time! Imagine going against the waves, in a small boat, at the middle of the sea! But it was fun and really something worth sharing.
Before we head back to Pundaquit Beach the next day, we made a side trip to Capones Island. It rained hard while we were packing our things and unfolding our tent. We wore our “Anawangin - Capones Adventure shirts” and decided to brave the rain showers. The Capones adventure will be on my next blog post.
The locals of San Antonio should take care of their beaches and other natural resources around the place. Tourists should likewise do their part in preserving the beauty of Anawangin [and Capones too]. Everyone should do their share in preserving the place so that a lot more would also be awed by its beauty and serenity. As my fellow campers say: “Take nothing but pictures; leave nothing but footprints; kill nothing but time…”
The entire Zambales experience was capped with Jollibee treat for ourselves as we board Victory Liner. Definitely, a good way to end a good long weekend with a good out-of-town trip.
I’d like to thank of course everybody who made the trip memorable and really enjoyable. Lou [my husbandry], Beto [boyprend], Ryan [ex], CJ [hmmm.. gretch's], Joanne [porky], Mia [chuchay] and siyempre lalong higit kay Ivan na sobra bait at nag-asikaso ng halos lahat.
I have been biased regarding issues on “network wars” all my life. Anything 7 will surely be dismissed without notice. As you may have read from my blog entries, I have given my heart [jologs as it may] to Angel Locsin who was lambasted by 7 people. Having so, I come to hate what they claim took her crown and to my “kangitngitan” was claimed to be her better replacement - Marian Rivera.
I just bumped into this video and I don’t wish to make any comment sana [hehehehe] and then I heard from my officemate that the same video was featured on television yesterday. In recent news, the famous lady actress Marian Rivera was featured as being rude ["nagtaray"] to one of her fans. But watching the video, I think that Marian Rivera only reacted to the male person whom she accused as being a jerk. The guy tries to turn things around by appearing tame and kind. I think Marian did blow her top but for a reason. I think she would would have also weighed her reaction first and maybe what the guy did to her was too much that’s why she vented out her feelings that way. Well, I’m not a fan of hers but, judging from Marian Rivera’s Video clip, this is my take on all these. What’s yours?
It does pay to really be cautious about the things we say especially for public figures, because people can interpret even our sincerest and best intentions/reactions negatively.
When we talk about Lea Salonga, Manny Pacquaio, Banig Roberto, Nichole of PSD, Apple [?] of Black Eyed Peas, Charice Pempengco, Sam Concepcion and the likes, we can’t help but feel proud.
The other day, Nathan and I talked about working overseas. The hassles and difficulties, the discriminations and how we should consider waiting for better paying jobs since we have waited long already. We talked about Roan who’s in Qatar now.
I don’t have the figures to prove my point. I have no doubt though that many of my countrymen will agree that we Filipinos are notorious for being extremely proud of our racial heritage. I don’t know but it comes out naturally. The mere suggestion of an insult directed to anything Filipino would be enough to raise an uproar of such cataclysmic proportions that the poor hapless critic can soon expect to equate his life with standing naked under a hail storm. Don’t you dare!
This is why I now wonder what fellow Filipinos think of the country’s description in Uncyclopedia. For those who have no idea what the site is about, just imagine Wikipedia on a perpetual drinking spree with psychotropic drugs on the side. The result is an acidic, witty and impertinent view of everything under the sun and beyond it. You might even find it humorous if you’re not in it.
Filipinos [or Pinoys, as they prefer to call themselves] have a pair of eyes, ears and nostrils, two arms and legs much like humans. They pout and use their lips instead of their fingers to point to things, and they can understand each other using various body languages and gestures without uttering a word. At home, a Filipino family’s hospitality is renowned worldwide. They will more than happily accept over $500 worth of food and groceries, but will be extremely insulted if you offer to make even one grilled cheese sandwich.
To get a Filipino’s attention, just say “Hoy!”, or “Psstttt!”, or “Pssst uyy!!!”. If this approach fails, yell “DOG!” and they will turn around, fangs bared and eyes bulging, saying “WHERE?!”
They have an appendage called a celfone which they use to communicate with their herd. This body part, if taken away from a Filipino, will result in paranoia. This makes it easier for biologists to identify the Filipinos in the wild, since they have their individual IMEI numbers which the scientists can track. Filipinos immediately respond to celfone messages rather than any emergency and calls you can imagine. Whitening cream and transexualism is very popular with Filipinos. Over half of the GDP comes from these two interests.
Rules on Being a Filipino
Be shameful of your heritage and language, be a clone of an American.
Any Caucasian or American is God [even if they rape your daughter].
Carry a Nokia Cellphone, and use TXT msgs [never call it SMS or you will be PWNED!!! LOLZ]
Avoid trailer parks.
Beware of “evil demons”.
Beware of dwarves.
Act black.
Elect actors and actresses into public office then clap your hands.
Believe in superstitious bullshit.
If you’re a balikbayan from the states, never ever speak Tagalog.
Always climb a volcano.
When a typhoon hits, STAY OUTSIDE AND PLAY!!!
Complain to foreigners that the Philippines is the poorest country in the world and then spend all day shopping at fancy malls, drinking Starbucks coffee, and riding taxis.
Ditch utensils!!! Eat with your hands, dammit!
Buy a painting of The Last Supper and hang it on your dining room wall, even if you’re not Christian.
Where to find Filipinos
Love hotels
Under mountain hats
In volcanoes
For males: in a white girls ass
For females: the hospital
In villages with small houses
In the ghetto fo sho
Under rocks, trees, volcanos, mountains, of about
In church
In a grave
Under a Jesus statue
Anything to do with water buffalos
Basketball games (you know the ones that aren’t black)
Black neighborhoods
Lucky Plaza Singapore
In the States, pretty much where the black people are in order to niggerize themselves and become gangstas and get some shiny-ass blingz. They later begin calling themselves “pi-ggers” for pilipino-niggers.
As expected a number of online Filipinos who do not appreciate satire have decided to miss the point altogether and react on the Philippine article. I am not qualified to have any kind of reaction because my own acidic tastes will not permit objectivity and will equally suggest impudence. It would be interesting to know though what other Filipinos within my circle think of the site and our article.
All right, maybe it does hurt my sense of national pride a bit but only because the article holds some grains of truth. Isn’t it partly true that a boxer is becoming more celebrated than the national hero, that more people are singing Boom Tarat-Tarat than the national anthem and that we are under the rule of a half Ewok?
Read and think about it.
Just yesterday as I was forcing myself to sleep again, I received a text from JC - “Ano na?” which I replied - “huh?”. He then texted me again as I gave immediate responses… - “Saan ka?”, “Home”, “Gawa mo?”, “Watching TV, ikaw ba?”, “Dito kina Ki**, lunch ka na?”, “Di pa”, “Tara sa Rob pioneer”… and so on, and so so..
To cut the already long story short, We met and made our way to the mall. There we had coffee at Starbucks and met our friend Jay and Ralf. Kiko also met us for a taste of buko and “pinatubo” - as JC calls that empanada-looking-yummy-food we had. I missed our then religious meetings and Starbucks tambays. We both love coffee and shares the same fondness for everything “Starbucks”.
I love Starbucks and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I love the pleasing aromatic smell when I walk into the place. I love the cups, and mugs, and French presses, and wildly expensive coffee makers and coffee gadgets they sell. I love the fast and friendly service provided by the green-aproned baristas.
I used to have satisfying weekday evening routine that involves Starbucks. At approximately 7:20pm, Monday through Friday, I visit the Starbucks conveniently located mere minutes from my office to pick up my Americano. My order is always the same. Venti Coffee [dark roast]. Most evenings, I can get in and out of there in less than 5 minutes, despite the evening rush. That might have something to do with the fact that I don’t have to speak while in Starbucks [other than to say "Thank you" when I'm handed my coffee]. That’s because they know me. And they know my drink. In fact, when they were running the “2008 Starbucks Planner”, JC and I had 3 for each.
The mark of a good and experienced barista is knowing your regular customers, and let me tell you, the baristas at my Starbucks rock. Most of them know me. Not my name, but my face. And more importantly, my drink order. I approach the counter, and many times my Americano Coffee it already sitting there waiting for me, because one of the baristas spotted me coming in and knew what I would order. Other times the barista waiting on me says “Venti Americano for Michael.” Not a question, but a statement. I nod my head or say “yes, please.” I grab my drink, and I’m on my way.
The system is not always flawless though. One particular barista has asked me twice in the last month “Grande Half-Caff?” [A half regular, half decaf coffee for those of you not fluent in Starbuckian]. I must look like the “Grande Half-Caff” guy. When I say “Nope. Venti Americano” she looked embarrassed. But she’s new. Give it time.
And once, about a month ago I went to Starbucks late on a Saturday morning. Not a day I normally go, and not the time I normally go either. Would they still know me? Was the recognition by the baristas more of a situational thing? Did they only know me because I was there like clockwork every day during the week? But most importantly, how would the baristas react when they learned I wasn’t getting my normal Americano Coffee? I figured chaos would ensue.
You see, it was a hot and humid morning. It was around 11am, and it was already pushing 90 degrees. I didn’t want an Americano Coffee. It was too warm out. I wanted a cold drink. So I approached the counter. “Americano Coffee” stated the barista with a smile, and turned around to grab my drink. “Nope. Something different this morning, ” I said. “I’ll take a Grande Non-fat, Sugar-free Iced Vanilla Latte.” She looked at me as if I had sprouted horns and a tail.
There’s just something about visiting a place where “everybody knows your name” [or rather, your drink]. I see many of the same customers in Starbucks each and every evening. I’m always greeted with a smile, and all the baristas seem to be in perpetually good moods, which I find surprising since it’s so late in the evening. Oh, and the coffee tastes really good too.
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