Jun 27, 2009

uyyy boys over flowers ;p




i was watching entertainment live awhile ago. in the show's segment called "OMG", they shared i think two facts about lee min ho's character, jun pyo, in the seriously big asian series, boys over flowers. bianca and mariel, my current favorite young female hosts, couldn't hide their kilig as they gushed and sort-of squea-ed while sharing the facts. luis appeared ... bored --- there's really no other word for what i saw --- or maybe he really was bored because everyone concentrated on the interesting and seemingly juicy news leaving him unattended on his corner of the table, hehehe.


from the huge manga series hana yori dango, to meteor garden to boys over flowers, people really can't get their hands off the story even if several adaptations have been made. and every adaptation have become colossal hits. so why do people go gaga? here are some of my reasons, which i think are the same with the many fans out there.


1) the story is undeniably kilig. it has all the factors that make a series interesting, gripping and ... have i said kilig?

2) the male lead characters both in boys over flowers and in meteor garden, have you noticed, are all regally good-looking and talented. they're like the asian human counterpart of edward cullen x 4. guys girls would definitely love to marry. just plain yummy :)

3) the wardrobe, cars, houses and etc are to die for ... hehehehehe

4) it's something people don't get used to. as what i've said, every version that came out have become a huge success. i think, no matter how many adaptations are made of the manga, people will welcome, love and will go crazy over it. but, honestly, if a pinoy version would be made, i think it will flop. hehehehe, sorry, i'm just being honest. for me, pinoys are more suited for and are better with original series and movies. i don't exactly know why i feel that way, basta my stand is: pinoy artists = dapat orig.

and last but never the least ...

5) it's simply addicting :)



love the mania that is boys over flowers. love it!

Jun 25, 2009

goodbye, michael and farrah

Michael Jackson
1958 - 2009


from http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31552029?gt1=43001 :

Michael Jackson, the sensationally gifted child star who rose to become the King of Pop and the biggest celebrity in the world only to fall from his throne in a freakish series of scandals, died Thursday. He was 50.

Jackson died at UCLA Medical Center in Los Angeles. Ed Winter, the assistant chief coroner for Los Angeles County, confirmed his office had been notified of the death and would handle the investigation.

The circumstances of Jackson’s death were not immediately clear. Jackson was not breathing when Los Angeles Fire Department paramedics responded to a call at his Los Angeles home about 12:30 p.m., Capt. Steve Ruda told the Los Angeles Times. The paramedics performed CPR and took him to the hospital, Ruda told the newspaper.



goodbye, michael. thank you for all the great, inspiring songs. your legend will remain, king of pop ...

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Farrah Fawcett

1947 - 2009


from http://tv.yahoo.com/slideshow/446/photos/1 :

Farrah Fawcett may have started out in Hollywood as a remarkably beautiful ingĂ©nue but she didn’t stop there. By the mid-'80s she took on emotionally powerful roles about violence against women that not only gained critical acclaim but actually had a role in getting laws and police procedures changed in some states.

Jun 23, 2009

on a rainy day ...





everyone on morning shift duty - chavi, mabert, maria and me - enjoyed pizza and cola, treats from rica, whose full name i will not divulge as it is a sort-of sensitive matter. yesterday was rica's nth birthday. happy, happy birthday acir! though i know you are unlikely to read this, hehe. also, thank you so much for the very yummy food. happy birthday! live and enjoy life to the fullest, even if things get crappy at times :)



i went inside a nearby internet cafe to see what my sister was doing there. a girl who was renting the computer near where i was standing was laughing by herself. the sight was pretty odd. would anyone in their right mind laugh alone in public? so anyway, i got curious. but because i didn't bring my glasses with me and seeing what she was doing was an impossibility, i went to sit on a chair just behind her. i had to eavesdrop to confirm my suspicion. and behold, i was right. she was chatting with some old foreign men. multi-tasking. but because she seemed annoyed with my presence known in the background since i was caught on cam, i decided to just stand up and leave. i still can't belive why some people really go through desperate measures just to meet their desperate needs. and to think of it, the 'needs' cannot be classified as desperate, let alone, worthy to be coined with the word 'need'.



although i am pretty much settled with my work as a volunteer psychiatric nurse, i admit, i really need an income-generating job. i have been sending out resumes to some institutions that might need my papers and services, but still nada. it seems as if my bag is running out of luck and i need a refill. it's funny because i feel that if i earn, i am duly rightful to claim the full independence i have tried to snatch for so long from the people i call my parents hehehehe.



rainy days and mondays always get me down - not. curling in a very comfy bed with fluffy pillows and a good book to read as i hear the rain pouring outside my window is a day i've always looked forward to. sorry, but i love rainy days --- forks, washington style. and today, to make everything lovelier, i said hello to my slice of chocolate mousse - hello and welcome, chocolate mousse, it's so great to see you.



rain + comfy bed and fluffy pillows + good book + chocolate mousse = pure joy.



enjoy the nice, rainy weather everyone! again, it's not that bad :)

Jun 20, 2009

one side of objectivism




On a still Saturday night, i thought ...


Numerous times have we heard of people’s standard measurements of what is normal. Many have tried to explain the concept of normality and what is held acceptable under its umbrella. But the only hard-earned truth I have learned on the subject is this: what is normal for one person may not hold accurate for others.


Recently, I have been told by my father of an “abnormal” trait I have. I guess it was the first time my parents openly pointed out one of the many character abnormalities I possess. The incident was kind of funny; I sensed pure honesty watching them as they silently asked themselves where I got my peculiarities from, while disbelieving the truth that they could not see through my odd manners.


For instance, when all the girls in my high school graduating class scrambled all over the place in preparation for the graduation ball, I held and showed no interest for the event. My parents forced me to pay for the fee, gave all the nice reasons why I should go, but I didn’t budge – not a bit. They wanted me to go, but I did not want to go for the plain reason that I didn’t want to go. On the day of, they sat me down and gave a big word on the importance of the occasion. They knew I listened but they knew I wouldn’t change my mind. They asked me why, and the only reason I could give them was a simple: ‘Because I honestly do not want to go’.


My friends and my family cannot fully understand why I do certain things. But I guess from the many circumstances where I displayed inconceivable acts and motives, they have learned to just understand without neither throwing questions nor bothering to demand explanations.


This is what makes every person unique. Because even if we find people we are alike in so many ways, even if we find people who are our clones or we are a clone of, there exist bits and parts that make us strange –-- different, one from the other. This is the mark that is solely ours, the distinction that we are, indeed, one of a kind. The only variety is our conscious and or unconscious efforts as to what degree we like our meter set for public awareness. Some set it to a degree where they can show the world just who they are, while some are afraid or just not comfortable with revealing their skin, hence they become part of a following herd.


Individualism vs. collectivism is a philosophical theme not all people fully understand, not even I. Individualism is simply being your self and expressing yourself in whatever manner there is. Only that crude selfishness and egotism springs from its roots. Collectivism on the other hand is a lot like uncritical egalitarianism. The crusade for absolute conformity and equality. The good rests in its aim for fair treatment; the iniquitous resides in its struggle for everyone to be alike, devoid of achievement and or excellence.


The reality and its density. Some lie to themselves, thinking that they are being who they are; however, ignorant of the bandwagon they are shaping themselves after. Some simply reveal their color, too true to themselves to the point of becoming insensitive of any offense given just as long as the integrity of such freedom is preserved. Such is the complexity of the matter. The battle a person faces between the extreme ideals of the contexts can either lead to blind understanding or absolute precision of self-knowledge.


Does one have to pick a side? It depends on what one believes and wants to believe in.


I appreciate people who standout for being themselves. For staying true to their individuality sans fearing or even thinking about the kind of welcome society might hand. Conversely, the people who keep their identity by acquiring the qualities of others they would like to make part of their own. But I salute those who are who they truly are while staying completely attuned with the world; moving and existing in harmony with everybody else --- people who are part of the whole just as they remain honest to their being.


My friends are scattered out and about in the various clubs and pubs. Invites to this and that flooded, I know I would have tremendous fun outside. I declined every single one. Why? Just so. For no exact conscious reason at all --- just so.

Jun 17, 2009

why i write

i don't even know why i am writing this. this motion of somehow explaining myself about my motive for sharing a bit of my thoughts and what i did is something that honestly bothers me, a little. people have asked me time and again where my past blogs are and what i did with them. and people ask why i write even if i know some of the things i write about are nonsensical or incomprehensible at the very least.


i started blogging approximately 4 to 5 years ago. so far i've had a xanga, a friendster and 3 blogspot blog accounts. what happened to them? my xanga subscription got expired, so basically there's nothing i can do about it. the 3 blogspot blogs, i lost access to. and the friendster blog, i deleted, after finding out that people really do read what i post. it's a funny story actually, but yeah, when i found out about that awful truth, i deleted my friendster blog for my own selfish reasons. however, it dawned on me that the point of me being an amateur writer and wanting to become a good, actually great one would be devoid if i don't share what little skill i have. and, i realized that not sharing would also mean that i won't avail myself of the chance to improve whatever it is that considers me a "writer".


why i write, somehow you can blame it on my genes. my dad was a writer, my siblings are writers, i have several cousins, aunts and uncles who also love to write, and i have an uncle who owns a huge blog. my parents practically soldered tons of reading and writing on me and my siblings ever since we all learned how to read and write. hence, i got a major part in a school play back when i was in preparatory school, a fairy godmother. until now, i still don't quite understand why i got the part.


before i discovered the joy and ease of blogging, i was in on the traditional pen and paper. back then, i'd try to write stories and little etceteras on several of my dad's prescription pads, and when i'm done reading my work, i crumple the papers and throw them or i'd just have them burned. i also owned several journals and class-notebooks-turned-journals, some of them still alive until now. but the first writing "task" i received was for an autograph my parents had given me on my 7th birthday. it was a task because instead of letting my friends sign the book, i interviewed them and wrote down the answers myself. the first person i "interviewed" was, believe it or not, gem. yes, kathreen gem. her family was vacationing then and before they left for bohol, i set-up a kiddy appointment with her at the patio of the house we were renting hehehehehe. after that, i'd have my thoughts written on the back pages of my class notebooks and several scratch papers i find in my bag. that was how my infamous writing "career" started pre blogging.


sometimes i write about things that make readers ponder about life and its meaning, and conversely, i write about lame, trivial things. sometimes i am in the mood to write, and sometimes, most of the time, i get ingested by laziness and sheer boredom of the task perse. sometimes i can whip out what i can call a masterpiece and sometimes making one is like pulling a tooth. but what inspires me to write even if i don't feel it is the message that beloved writer, rainer maria rilke, delivered in his book "letters to a young poet".


There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write. This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple “I must,” then build your life in accordance with this necessity….

…But after this descent into yourself and into your solitude, perhaps you will have to renounce becoming a poet (if, as I have said, one feels one could live without writing, then one shouldn’t write at all). Nevertheless, even then, this self-searching that I as of you will not have been for nothing. Your life will still find its own paths from there, and that they may be good, rich, and wide is what I wish for you, more than I can say

Write about what your everyday life offers you; describe your sorrows and desires, the thoughts that pass through your mind and your belief in some kind of beauty - describe all these with heartfelt, silent, humble sincerity and, when you express yourself, use the Things around you, the images from your dreams, and the objects that you remember. If your everyday life seems poor, don’t blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is not poverty and no poor, indifferent place. And even if you found yourself in some prison, whose walls let in none of the world’s sounds - wouldn’t you still have your childhood, that jewel beyond all price, that treasure house of memories?




right now, i am trying to keep this blog and another one at multiply updated, and i keep a journal for the things i cannot publish in the web. the habit of keeping a little notebook inside my bag is still present in case i have epiphanies when i'm out. however people find the stuff i write, one and only one thing holds to be true: quitting is never an option. writing makes me learn, and writing keeps me aware, sensitive and grounded.

Jun 16, 2009

God's generosity





i feel so blessed.


God has manifested His generosity again and again. 90% of my current prayers and immediate needs have been answered. though there's still a remaining 10%, my confidence soars because of the comfort i take in the hard-earned belief that even dark clouds have silver linings. thinking about the things i've been through and the loopholes and backlogs i have placed upon my self and the countless blessings i've received through it all makes me feel so alive. alive, because i know that i am not alone in my life's journey. alive, because i know tomorrow's always a better day. alive, because every tunnel, no matter how dark, lonely and cold it is, has a tail that marks its end.


when i was still a little girl, i was told not to underestimate God's generosity. i never quite understood until now --- until 12 years later.


sometimes, we think that our human frailties make us unworthy of praise, forgiveness and love. because of this notion, the chains of the countless misdemeanors we have done in the past keep holding us back. and, because we condemn ourselves, we forget that God loves us in spite of our sinful nature.


this is what happened to me. because i am not what you may call a good child of God, i thought He abandoned me already because of my unimpressive behavior. then, i realized that that particular train of thought was wrong because He proved me wrong. now i know that even if i have done vile things, God forgives and is willing to forgive. and, even if i am not a devout catholic, He listens and answers my prayers if i just seek, knock and ask.


"Seek and you shall find, knock and it shall be opened, ask and you shall receive."

Jun 12, 2009

back

and i am so back in the game :)


i am back and although there were tons of things i wasn't able to do or accomplsh at home, i can say that my objective of getting away from the stressors in this city was met.


right now, i can't wait for my duty at the mental facility. so excited that as early as this morning, right after breakfast, i prepared my "duty" bag and started reviewing the stuff all psychiatric nurses should know. i am very much thankful to be part of the country's working force. i feel that with this start, more than a truckload of learning awaits me - and this learning will help me improve my craft. that with this start, my life is about to make the turn that will define my future in the arena i have chosen. and that with this beginning, the difference i want to make is just at arms length.


and even if there is a thing or two holding me back from pursuing my dreams, i know i can reach the stars --- i know because God is very generous. and besides, i have my angels surrounding me, giving me luck *wink*.




some random stuff:


>>> i am in dire need of good books. i've run out of books to read, and sadly, since i got back i wasn't able to do my very often trips to bookstores. how i miss the atmosphere and aura i get when i'm surrounded with hundreds and thousands of those lovely things. most especially, i miss the thrill and fun as i hop from one shelf to another, in search of a good read. if parents leave their children to playhouses when they need to go somewhere in the mall sans the screaming and demands of their hyperactive offsprings, you can leave me in a bookstore and trust that when you return, i will be there, still with unfinished business to wrap-up.






>>> all the news about rob pattinson and kristen stewart being in a relationship, like the other robsten fans out there, thrilled and once again transformed me into the giddy schoolgirl that i am everytime i get kilig. there's no denying their chemistry and sexual tension, i mean, they're hot together. really. whether all this buzz is true or not, i'm just happy they make girls squee, hehe. but wouldn't it be totally lovely if they were together for real? hehehehe


>>> new moon, the second book in the twilight saga, is about to hit theaters. loida and i can't wait to watch! she's coming here on nov. 20th, seriously! chris weitz is a good director and everybody's working twice, thrice as hard, hence i know new moon would drive every twilight fan wanting for more.


      >>> i haven't started my 365 days photo project yet. but i promise to work on it. i will. really. there'll be pictures as soon as i take and get the chance to download them :)


      >>> went to an appoinment with the dentist to replace my power-Os. rain fell hard, then all of a sudden the lights went off, no generator in the building. dang. fortunately there were only three brackets left, thank heavens. the extraction of my first molar had to be postponed --- both a good and bad thing. bad because my agony will be prolonged. and a good thing because no matter how tough and game i am in the exterior, deep down i am scared of the procedure, hahaha. stomache, headache, dysmenorrhea --- name it, i can accept all the prostaglandins produced --- no, seriously. but when you say toothache, or any ache that has something to do with the oral cavity, that's another story hehehe. yeah, do you notice how even just a toothache can be your achilles' heel? some guy friends, marco in particular, even admitted that they can't hardly endure the experience of a toothache.


      >>> i cannot wait to talk to my bestfriend. truth is, i've had no one to really have sincere talks and irreverent, sarcastic humor since she decided to stay in the OC a few months back. sure, there's the cellphone, i can text or phone her whenever i want. but, phonecalls are a whole lot different from conversing with the person in the flesh, right? and besides, i'm not really someone who's industrious enough to register in the unlimited promos as i don't text that much, hehehehe.



      allow me to rant about this matter:


      i really dislike people who front, especially a whopping 100% or 85-90% the least. in a past blog, i've mentioned how facebook quizzes give me and my friends a whale of a time, because they really do, right? now there's this one quiz in living social (also in facebook) where you have to name your top 5 filipino street foods. lo and behold, this person of mine --- someone known by people as a katkat, or a social climber --- answered: krispy kremes, caviar, gelatissimo and other totally NOT FILIPINO STREET FOODS.



      was it done on purpose? duh, of course, when you answer the top 5 things thingy on facebook living social, you can see why. apparently, no one can say they were mislead as the font and font size of what kind you are partaking is too big that even my 300-grade eyes without the spectacles can clearly see. i honestly cannot wholly comprehend why people try to effect something that obviously isn't real. i mean, come on, ITS facebook friends let alone ITS friends, know ITS state. why show (or tell) people, friends most especially, something that is way past the boundaries of bluffing and white-lying. i don't get it.



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      well, that'll be all for now. ta!