Monday, December 21, 2009
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
my year in books,take aways and shit
my year in books...has been a good year...I've been in england for a year and 3 days now and I can say that I've never had so many book in my entire life..must be 500 now.haha.Most of them are mills and boon romances,a couple of johanna lindsey's,paulo coehlo,jude devereaux,sophie kinsella,dan brown,stephanie meyer,iris johansen,julie garwood,nicholas sparks...I got the brokeback mountain as well.hahaha.
wala cguro araw since that i didnt buy a book..
take aways..and eat ins haha kfc,burger king,mcdo,chinese,indian,mexican,krispy kreme,millie's
shits ..same shit,different day..all shapes,sizes,texture,consistency,frequency,duration and odour...haha and o, i forgot to mention the location...on the floor,wall,bed,on the nails,mouth ...
lessons do arrive,and this time, i think I'm ready to move on..I got nothing to lose because i dont have anything really..lesson number 1---save,save,save
wala cguro araw since that i didnt buy a book..
take aways..and eat ins haha kfc,burger king,mcdo,chinese,indian,mexican,krispy kreme,millie's
shits ..same shit,different day..all shapes,sizes,texture,consistency,frequency,duration and odour...haha and o, i forgot to mention the location...on the floor,wall,bed,on the nails,mouth ...
lessons do arrive,and this time, i think I'm ready to move on..I got nothing to lose because i dont have anything really..lesson number 1---save,save,save
Monday, November 09, 2009
close encounters with sam,piolo,bea,pokwang and LLOYDIE!!!!!!!!
never mind m paper white due to the bryt flash..m with my ate bing..my laovely landlady who's celebrating her birthday..hearthrobs london was such an experience..especially on the way there.doors open @4pm(it's quite dark already,n bloody cold) show star @5pm.we were driving round n round central london looking for a parking space,then when we finally get there the man pointed us to the wrong direction so instead we were going farther n farther a way then finally we got there..quater past 6 i think.my bladder about to explode.hahaha
n the show already started but without the main event yet..just starters .i've never seen so much pinoys gathered in uk b4..then they shoed the abs christmas station Id...then powkie,sam,bea,lloydie n piolo.
and i love lloydie more.he's witty n funny..throwing punchline with subtlety ...
Saturday, October 24, 2009
iI am nearly broke and by the end of the month--payday..I'll be broke again.haaay.
this month my salary will go to school tuition--800 n 250 for room rent/bills.
all that will be left,if there would be any will be for my bus fare n train fare.not to mention the hearthrobs ticket!!my landlady paid it for me so i need to pay her back.
God help me survive.
needs:
this month my salary will go to school tuition--800 n 250 for room rent/bills.
all that will be left,if there would be any will be for my bus fare n train fare.not to mention the hearthrobs ticket!!my landlady paid it for me so i need to pay her back.
God help me survive.
needs:
- clarks black wedge heels shoes..b4 £50 now 25(I may need it wen i attend the concert,our nsg home's xmas dinner and wen i finally decide to take my IELTS.)
- dress/suit of w/c i havnt found yet.that wud basically cover 3 events mentioned above n more
- money of course to buy all of it.or credit card of w/c m planning to apply for.hopfully dey'll accept it
Sicut me Deus Adjuvet
Sunday, October 18, 2009
last lecture
since i lost my phone..iI lost all the picx n numbers..more so I lost my recording of randy pausch's last lecture when he was still alive albeit terminal .It was just a small talk with oprah.I was deeply moved by it ..i had it ever since 2008..although it wasn;t supposed to be for me it was for his children..it is a legacy ..
I'll look for it sa net.i do hope i find it again.its about how to achieve ur childhood dreams.
-----never under estimate the importance of having fun..I am dying soon..but im havng fun..
decide if ur a tiggr,or an eeeyore..tiggrs r energetic n optimistic...
experience is wat u get if u dont get wat u want
brick walls are there for a reason:they show us how badly we want things.
no one is pure evil ..if u wait long enough they will show u their good side
wen u screw up,apolologize..say--im sorry.ti was my fault ,how do i make it ryt
I'll look for it sa net.i do hope i find it again.its about how to achieve ur childhood dreams.
-----never under estimate the importance of having fun..I am dying soon..but im havng fun..
decide if ur a tiggr,or an eeeyore..tiggrs r energetic n optimistic...
experience is wat u get if u dont get wat u want
brick walls are there for a reason:they show us how badly we want things.
no one is pure evil ..if u wait long enough they will show u their good side
wen u screw up,apolologize..say--im sorry.ti was my fault ,how do i make it ryt
realizations
I was seeing red with anger..I'm angry with myself for not being there.n for whoever did the IV and foley cath insertion to my lil bro..I twitterd it already so that's done.
- I realized that i never did regret taking up nursing..I thought I did. about 4- 5 years now,I'm still lost.. I see myself torn between staying within the confines of the known, the comfortable and the convenient, and setting out in the cruel world with no clear destination appearing just yet. Im still on the same ground.Im not moving forwrd..which I should be
- now,more than ever I am truly proud to be filipino..I miss everything..I hav'nt seen the whole world yet but nothing compares to home..i like the fb slogan i saw---from where I'm from,everbody is a hero ..or something like that..Nationalism is not so good here..
- I badly need to save..Im almost a year working n studying but I hav'nt saved a penny..
- I'm bored..haha.work is all physical..hence my uber bookreading..I miss the drama of real life..not pbb but hospital work..but i admit there's no place more dramatic than a hospital bed.be it sickness,birth or death...pedia will always be my first love..
- I'm praying that God will help me save up so I could take a vacation to the philippines nx may..in time for the election.
Friday, October 09, 2009
wish i was there...
my brother ron...my pooor bro ron had an appendectomy wednesday morning...my uncle giov did the surgery..my uncle's friend uncle joseph did the anesthesia...(no pf)..
my bro had a fever today...but they found out it was just phlebitis...sa ivf site..anyways f all is well,,,no fever ...he'll be home tomorrow.
Thank God he's ok..it's just sad that he missed his agility test yesterday,but m happy because he is alive and can hav the test scheduled later on..
Sicut me Deus adjuvet
It's times like this that i do realize y i choose to be a nurse..y i like to be in the know.and be there every breath,heartbeat.
if i had been there i would hav the pleasure of inserting his iv,do his skin test,his pre op meds even be there with him inside the OR..I would hav been pouring alcohol to every hand coming to touch him hahaha.n ask did u wash ur hands.i admit m totally overly protective of my siblings.i may not say it often but i do love them deeply..all four of them
I got to do some for tweetums,just before i left.she had viral infection n was vomiting for ages..I will never forget that..I had a 11pm-7am duty then 3pm to 11pm n just wen i thot i wud b resting the night my father,my brother n me went to davao @haf past 11 on a rented van.i brought all needed meds ivf,cannula,syringes and arrived at 2am..with no sleep yet inserted Ivf @once n was asleep @quarter past..
Im planning to go home just in time for the elections..hopefully i will meet my goals.
^^
my bro had a fever today...but they found out it was just phlebitis...sa ivf site..anyways f all is well,,,no fever ...he'll be home tomorrow.
Thank God he's ok..it's just sad that he missed his agility test yesterday,but m happy because he is alive and can hav the test scheduled later on..
Sicut me Deus adjuvet
It's times like this that i do realize y i choose to be a nurse..y i like to be in the know.and be there every breath,heartbeat.
if i had been there i would hav the pleasure of inserting his iv,do his skin test,his pre op meds even be there with him inside the OR..I would hav been pouring alcohol to every hand coming to touch him hahaha.n ask did u wash ur hands.i admit m totally overly protective of my siblings.i may not say it often but i do love them deeply..all four of them
I got to do some for tweetums,just before i left.she had viral infection n was vomiting for ages..I will never forget that..I had a 11pm-7am duty then 3pm to 11pm n just wen i thot i wud b resting the night my father,my brother n me went to davao @haf past 11 on a rented van.i brought all needed meds ivf,cannula,syringes and arrived at 2am..with no sleep yet inserted Ivf @once n was asleep @quarter past..
Im planning to go home just in time for the elections..hopefully i will meet my goals.
^^
Saturday, October 03, 2009
oooooooo wag na wag mong sasabihin..
I'm filled with joy as i watch the remake of LIP..making me remember the LIP.vivian,carlo n martin..
memories not only of the love story but of my life while I was watching the series...the endless classses n toxic duties..of brownouts and late night jeepney rides.of side walk balut,mais,burger machine and 11pm midnight meal of siomai supreme n rice.of classmates ,groupmates and school mates enduring the same kalisod and kalipay of studying to b a nurse..of the journey. ^^
like george's death in GA,it's like burying the past..the sweet sad past. and seeing,feeling it again somehow it wasn't as bad as I thought it was before.
memories not only of the love story but of my life while I was watching the series...the endless classses n toxic duties..of brownouts and late night jeepney rides.of side walk balut,mais,burger machine and 11pm midnight meal of siomai supreme n rice.of classmates ,groupmates and school mates enduring the same kalisod and kalipay of studying to b a nurse..of the journey. ^^
like george's death in GA,it's like burying the past..the sweet sad past. and seeing,feeling it again somehow it wasn't as bad as I thought it was before.
Friday, October 02, 2009
yesterday
We're all susceptible to it, the dread and anxiety of not knowing what's coming. It's pointless in the end, because all the worrying and the making of plans for things that could or could not happen, it only makes things worse. So walk your dog or take a nap. Just whatever you do, stop worrying. Because the only cure for paranoia is to be here, just as you are.
I had a good day yesterday.i went to london with jade to meet up with nina,chacha and tingting..we were early so we decided to eat breakfast first and hav a look around.it was getting cold hence the frequent trips to the toilet..
i had just spoken to nina on the phone.she was telling me to keep my phone near so i cud hear it ringing(it was always d case EVER,me missing calls).i decided to put my phone on top a tissue dispenser inside the toilet ..and i had washed my hands,dried it and went outside before realizing i dont hav my fon..so there,i lost it.@half past 9 yesterday,my n7210 supernova,phone for almost 10 months with all i'ts memories and pics is forever gone.
I had a good day yesterday.i went to london with jade to meet up with nina,chacha and tingting..we were early so we decided to eat breakfast first and hav a look around.it was getting cold hence the frequent trips to the toilet..
i had just spoken to nina on the phone.she was telling me to keep my phone near so i cud hear it ringing(it was always d case EVER,me missing calls).i decided to put my phone on top a tissue dispenser inside the toilet ..and i had washed my hands,dried it and went outside before realizing i dont hav my fon..so there,i lost it.@half past 9 yesterday,my n7210 supernova,phone for almost 10 months with all i'ts memories and pics is forever gone.
Monday, September 28, 2009
soo george
I fell in love with George, like many of you did. because his love for Meredith ; because, like Izzie, George led with his heart.
He was impulsive, big-hearted,with selflessness that had him jump in front of a moving bus to save a life. It’s heartbreaking.
He was brave and noble, like Owen said. miranda even named her son after him--after that vagay-gay moment.
and he did his best.
He was impulsive, big-hearted,with selflessness that had him jump in front of a moving bus to save a life. It’s heartbreaking.
He was brave and noble, like Owen said. miranda even named her son after him--after that vagay-gay moment.
and he did his best.
good mourning,goodbye
after 3 months of agonizing wether george or izzie is gonna die...here comes the new season of my favorite grey's anatomy...
george died,he became brain dead.izzie pulled through albeit still having cancer..huhuh.
i soo loved georgie..
george died,he became brain dead.izzie pulled through albeit still having cancer..huhuh.
i soo loved georgie..
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
25
25 (twenty-five) is the natural number following 24 and preceding 26.
The atomic number of manganese
It is a square number, being 5² = 5 × 5. It is the smallest square that is also a sum of two squares: 25 = 3² + 4². Hence it often appears in demonstrations of the Pythagorean theorem.
25 is a centered octagonal number and an automorphic number.
25 has an aliquot sum of 6 and is the first number to have an aliquot sequence that does not culminate in 0 through a prime. Twenty-five is the aliquot sum of three integers; 95, 119, and 143. Twenty-five is the second composite member of the 6-aliquot tree.
It is the smallest base 10 Friedman number as it can be expressed by its own numbers: 5².
It is also a Cullen number. 25 is the smallest pseudoprime satisfying the congruence 7n = 7 mod n. It is also a Somer pseudoprime based on 6.
25 is the smallest aspiring number — a composite non-sociable number whose aliquot sequence does not terminate.
According to the Shapiro inequality 25 is the least odd integer n such that there exist such that
where xn + 1 = x1,xn + 2 = x2.
Within base 10 one can readily test for divisibility by 25 by seeing if the last two digits of the number match 25, 50, 75 or 00.
25 and 49 are the only perfect squares in the following list:
13,25,37,49,511,613,715,817,919,1021,1123,1225,1327,1429...etc
The formula in this list can be described as 10n * Z + (2Z + 1) where n clearly depends on the number of digits in Z and in 2z+1.
The atomic number of manganese
In Ezekiel's vision of a new temple: The number twenty-five is of cardinal importance in Ezekiel's Temple Vision (in the Bible, Ezekiel chapters 40-48).
The size of the full roster on a major league baseball team
The number of points needed to win a set in volleyball under rally scoring rules (except for the fifth set), so long as the losing team's score is two less than the winning team's score (i.e., if the winning team scores 25 points, the losing team can have no more than 23 points)
Twenty five is:
The number of years of marriage marked in a silver wedding anniversary.
The minimum age of candidates for election to the United States House of Representatives. "Under 25" provides a common cut-off point for designating youth.
The number of cents in a quarter.
The usual TCP port for SMTP.
The designation of United States Interstate 25, a freeway that runs from New Mexico to Wyoming
The designation of the M25 London Orbital motorway
Municipal Okrug 25, a municipal okrug of Kirovsky District of Saint Petersburg, Russia
The (critical) number of Florida electoral votes for the 2000 U.S. presidential election
The name of the national card game of Ireland and India (Pachisi — Hindi for 25)
"25", a song by Veruca Salt from their 1994 album American Thighs
"25th Floor", a song by Patti Smith Group from their 1978 album Easter
Twenty Five is the name of a 2006 George Michael compilation celebrating 25 years in the music business (1981-2006)
"25 boy", in Cantonese Chinese, is a slang term meaning "traitor" as used in the Chinese movie Over the Edge.
The per-second frame rate of the PAL video standard
The number of the French department Doubs
25 random things about me, an Internet meme utilizing Facebook's Notes feature
Pony (British slang for £25)
The atomic number of manganese
It is a square number, being 5² = 5 × 5. It is the smallest square that is also a sum of two squares: 25 = 3² + 4². Hence it often appears in demonstrations of the Pythagorean theorem.
25 is a centered octagonal number and an automorphic number.
25 has an aliquot sum of 6 and is the first number to have an aliquot sequence that does not culminate in 0 through a prime. Twenty-five is the aliquot sum of three integers; 95, 119, and 143. Twenty-five is the second composite member of the 6-aliquot tree.
It is the smallest base 10 Friedman number as it can be expressed by its own numbers: 5².
It is also a Cullen number. 25 is the smallest pseudoprime satisfying the congruence 7n = 7 mod n. It is also a Somer pseudoprime based on 6.
25 is the smallest aspiring number — a composite non-sociable number whose aliquot sequence does not terminate.
According to the Shapiro inequality 25 is the least odd integer n such that there exist such that
where xn + 1 = x1,xn + 2 = x2.
Within base 10 one can readily test for divisibility by 25 by seeing if the last two digits of the number match 25, 50, 75 or 00.
25 and 49 are the only perfect squares in the following list:
13,25,37,49,511,613,715,817,919,1021,1123,1225,1327,1429...etc
The formula in this list can be described as 10n * Z + (2Z + 1) where n clearly depends on the number of digits in Z and in 2z+1.
The atomic number of manganese
In Ezekiel's vision of a new temple: The number twenty-five is of cardinal importance in Ezekiel's Temple Vision (in the Bible, Ezekiel chapters 40-48).
The size of the full roster on a major league baseball team
The number of points needed to win a set in volleyball under rally scoring rules (except for the fifth set), so long as the losing team's score is two less than the winning team's score (i.e., if the winning team scores 25 points, the losing team can have no more than 23 points)
Twenty five is:
The number of years of marriage marked in a silver wedding anniversary.
The minimum age of candidates for election to the United States House of Representatives. "Under 25" provides a common cut-off point for designating youth.
The number of cents in a quarter.
The usual TCP port for SMTP.
The designation of United States Interstate 25, a freeway that runs from New Mexico to Wyoming
The designation of the M25 London Orbital motorway
Municipal Okrug 25, a municipal okrug of Kirovsky District of Saint Petersburg, Russia
The (critical) number of Florida electoral votes for the 2000 U.S. presidential election
The name of the national card game of Ireland and India (Pachisi — Hindi for 25)
"25", a song by Veruca Salt from their 1994 album American Thighs
"25th Floor", a song by Patti Smith Group from their 1978 album Easter
Twenty Five is the name of a 2006 George Michael compilation celebrating 25 years in the music business (1981-2006)
"25 boy", in Cantonese Chinese, is a slang term meaning "traitor" as used in the Chinese movie Over the Edge.
The per-second frame rate of the PAL video standard
The number of the French department Doubs
25 random things about me, an Internet meme utilizing Facebook's Notes feature
Pony (British slang for £25)
Monday, September 07, 2009
Saturday, September 05, 2009
September means sespene party!
“Don’t let go too soon, but don’t hang on long.” --
Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom
SEPTEMBER 5th...it's my little brother's birthday today.my mclaude.don't tell anybody but he's my favorite sibling.he's been like a baby to me.still is..we share the penchant of reading books.newspapers or even shampoo bottles..
6th--it's my lolo paeng n lola mencing's wedding anniv..they have been together for more than 50 years..10 children n 26 granchildren n a grandchild..
8th--It's Mama Mary's birthday...
15th--my untie boots' bday
19th-- my b day n sweet's tooooooo
21st---my papa n mama's 26th wedding anniv
23rd--my mama's bday
26th--auntie dinah's bday
27th--papa's bday
Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom
SEPTEMBER 5th...it's my little brother's birthday today.my mclaude.don't tell anybody but he's my favorite sibling.he's been like a baby to me.still is..we share the penchant of reading books.newspapers or even shampoo bottles..
6th--it's my lolo paeng n lola mencing's wedding anniv..they have been together for more than 50 years..10 children n 26 granchildren n a grandchild..
8th--It's Mama Mary's birthday...
15th--my untie boots' bday
19th-- my b day n sweet's tooooooo
21st---my papa n mama's 26th wedding anniv
23rd--my mama's bday
26th--auntie dinah's bday
27th--papa's bday
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
disenchanted
I don't remember wat got me into nursing.I recall my NSAT /CSAT results- course chosen:undecided. All i cared that time was how easy i'ts gonna be because it wont involve mathematics..or so I thought..and ever since I was a child, I loved baby sitting.my brothers n my cousins.I was even able to go to Cebu one summer because of it..
I said I would try nursing.
If I fail then its not meant for me.ther were times I felt and wished I would but It never came.
semesters and summers had gone and passed I'm still a BSN student.
amidst the vigorous training..rd's,toxic duties and c.i's....countless c.p.'s and thesis defense..and the next to impossible cases completion.april came and I was able to go up the podium n be proclaimed a graduate.on to the next hurdle.
the NLE.which by God's grace I passed.then came the employment--unemployment--training-employment==
one of my favorite movies was braveheart. and It was my childhood dream to come and visit london and scotland.mainly to see men in their kilts.especially royalty
and I was able to come visit england--london every thursdays.I hav'nt been to scotland yet but had seen a man in his kilt abd he didn't smell good.hahaha
next plan is to become a nurse in here.hopefully a pediatric nurse..how or when I don't know.yet.
I believe Iam Paulo Coelho’s shepherd Santiago, in search of my personal legend while the whole universe is conspiring with me to achieve my dream
Through the years, I have come to believe that part of the magic emanates from my I-want-to-be-this-to-hell-with-the-consequences attitude. I admit I am stubborn that way, but that is how I learned to believe in myself and in what I do. And it works! I know what I want and I am unbelievably getting to it.I have chosen to be a nurse; the only thing left for me to do is to understand my choice.
p.s.
goodluck to me ^^
EMI NURSING: i don't love you,like i did ..yesterday.
I said I would try nursing.
If I fail then its not meant for me.ther were times I felt and wished I would but It never came.
semesters and summers had gone and passed I'm still a BSN student.
amidst the vigorous training..rd's,toxic duties and c.i's....countless c.p.'s and thesis defense..and the next to impossible cases completion.april came and I was able to go up the podium n be proclaimed a graduate.on to the next hurdle.
the NLE.which by God's grace I passed.then came the employment--unemployment--training-employment==
one of my favorite movies was braveheart. and It was my childhood dream to come and visit london and scotland.mainly to see men in their kilts.especially royalty
and I was able to come visit england--london every thursdays.I hav'nt been to scotland yet but had seen a man in his kilt abd he didn't smell good.hahaha
next plan is to become a nurse in here.hopefully a pediatric nurse..how or when I don't know.yet.
I believe Iam Paulo Coelho’s shepherd Santiago, in search of my personal legend while the whole universe is conspiring with me to achieve my dream
Through the years, I have come to believe that part of the magic emanates from my I-want-to-be-this-to-hell-with-the-consequences attitude. I admit I am stubborn that way, but that is how I learned to believe in myself and in what I do. And it works! I know what I want and I am unbelievably getting to it.I have chosen to be a nurse; the only thing left for me to do is to understand my choice.
p.s.
goodluck to me ^^
EMI NURSING: i don't love you,like i did ..yesterday.
Monday, August 24, 2009
i love this song...its close fight between lenka n yael naim's nu soul...
I'm just a little bitcaught in the middleLife is a mazeand love is a riddleI don't know where to goI can't do it alone(I've tried)and I don't know why
Slow it downmake it stopor else my heart is going to pop'cuz it's too muchYeah, it's a lotto be something I'm not
I'm a foolout of love'cuz I just can't get enough
I'm just a little bitcaught in the middleLife is a mazeand love is a riddleI don't know where to goI can't do it alone(I've tried)and I don't know why
I am just a little girl lost in the momentI'm so scaredbut don't show itI can't figure it outit's bringing me down I knowI've got to let it goand just enjoy the show
The sun is hotin the skyjust like a giant spotlightThe people follow the signand synchronize in timeIt's a jokeNobody knowsthey've got a ticket to that showYeah
I'm just a little bitcaught in the middleLife is a mazeand love is a riddleI dont know where to goI can't do it alone(I've tried)and I don't know why
I am just a little girl lost in the momentI'm so scaredbut don't show itI can't figure it outit's bringing me down I knowI've got to let it goand just enjoy the show
oh ohJust enjoy the showoh oh
I'm just a little bitcaught in the middlelife is a mazeand love is a riddleI dont know where to goI can't do it alone(I've tried)and I don't know why
I am just a little girl lost in the momentI'm so scaredbut I don't show itI can't figure it outit's bringing me down I knowI've got to let it goand just enjoy the show
dum de dumdudum de dum
Just enjoy the show
dum de dumdudum de dum
Just enjoy the show
I want my money backI want my money backI want my money backJust enjoy the show
I want my money backI want my money backI want my money backJust enjoy the show
Slow it downmake it stopor else my heart is going to pop'cuz it's too muchYeah, it's a lotto be something I'm not
I'm a foolout of love'cuz I just can't get enough
I'm just a little bitcaught in the middleLife is a mazeand love is a riddleI don't know where to goI can't do it alone(I've tried)and I don't know why
I am just a little girl lost in the momentI'm so scaredbut don't show itI can't figure it outit's bringing me down I knowI've got to let it goand just enjoy the show
The sun is hotin the skyjust like a giant spotlightThe people follow the signand synchronize in timeIt's a jokeNobody knowsthey've got a ticket to that showYeah
I'm just a little bitcaught in the middleLife is a mazeand love is a riddleI dont know where to goI can't do it alone(I've tried)and I don't know why
I am just a little girl lost in the momentI'm so scaredbut don't show itI can't figure it outit's bringing me down I knowI've got to let it goand just enjoy the show
oh ohJust enjoy the showoh oh
I'm just a little bitcaught in the middlelife is a mazeand love is a riddleI dont know where to goI can't do it alone(I've tried)and I don't know why
I am just a little girl lost in the momentI'm so scaredbut I don't show itI can't figure it outit's bringing me down I knowI've got to let it goand just enjoy the show
dum de dumdudum de dum
Just enjoy the show
dum de dumdudum de dum
Just enjoy the show
I want my money backI want my money backI want my money backJust enjoy the show
I want my money backI want my money backI want my money backJust enjoy the show
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
taralets
sugod, magpakailanman, superhero ,gising,noypi,halleluyah
i love filipino music..I'm a rocksteddy fan...got the chance to see them up close..i sat behind them on the plane to gensan and behind them as well sa check in..pati na sa arrivals baggage claim..even got a picture with them,but twas with my uncle's collegue employee's camera..
songs do bring back memories...
memories..they are strong.and time can never take them away..but dementia n alzheimer's could..
memories-like my first month as a pedia nurse in 2006..
self actualizations comes up..about my career.it's joys and sorrows..
I am turning 25.I ought to be better than myself .I am still not.
i love filipino music..I'm a rocksteddy fan...got the chance to see them up close..i sat behind them on the plane to gensan and behind them as well sa check in..pati na sa arrivals baggage claim..even got a picture with them,but twas with my uncle's collegue employee's camera..
songs do bring back memories...
memories..they are strong.and time can never take them away..but dementia n alzheimer's could..
memories-like my first month as a pedia nurse in 2006..
self actualizations comes up..about my career.it's joys and sorrows..
I am turning 25.I ought to be better than myself .I am still not.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
first day high
tomorrow's my first day of class..
this morning i had been on a seminar...concepts of mental health..simplified version.
I'm glad i still remember psychia..got to answer most of rob's(our regional manager)questions.
even when i wasn't too sure.
well everyone in the room was astonished to know that I'm scared of earthworms...well any kind of worms.flatworms,tapeworms...
i need to wake up earlier than usual to catch my train..and im still awed by the london victoria(train station).i mean it's like a movie scene really..people rushing,moving,walking,running so fast..its a rat race!
especially in the underground train...the funny part is sometyms well,most times we dont know what train to take or which platform to go to untill we arrive at the next station..like coehlo had said---follw the signs *^^*
or,follow the arrows
but the rush hour...4-5pm OMG rush hour jud.u really have to like make bantay a spot sa platform,,,mind the gap though n be ready once the doors open...
n wen u arrive in the main station pauli..the screen wont say which platform until like 5 mins b4 depature so b quick to look up n run..
Sicut me Deus Adjuvet
this morning i had been on a seminar...concepts of mental health..simplified version.
I'm glad i still remember psychia..got to answer most of rob's(our regional manager)questions.
even when i wasn't too sure.
well everyone in the room was astonished to know that I'm scared of earthworms...well any kind of worms.flatworms,tapeworms...
i need to wake up earlier than usual to catch my train..and im still awed by the london victoria(train station).i mean it's like a movie scene really..people rushing,moving,walking,running so fast..its a rat race!
especially in the underground train...the funny part is sometyms well,most times we dont know what train to take or which platform to go to untill we arrive at the next station..like coehlo had said---follw the signs *^^*
or,follow the arrows
but the rush hour...4-5pm OMG rush hour jud.u really have to like make bantay a spot sa platform,,,mind the gap though n be ready once the doors open...
n wen u arrive in the main station pauli..the screen wont say which platform until like 5 mins b4 depature so b quick to look up n run..
Sicut me Deus Adjuvet
neither trumpets nor drums
this is my own elegy for nanay cory.
nanay cory was God's gift to the Philippines..She doesn't even know me..but i know her and her indomitable spirit.She was an epitome of sincerity and honesty..and deep faith In God.
She was,in a way a mother to me.and will always be one of the reasons y i'll always be proud to be a Filipino...She taught me love of country like the late francis m..
I promise to continue telling her story so that filipinos of the next generation will know her n will never forget her..
to nanay cory....i'll tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree...
Thank you very much
Goodbye.
nanay cory was God's gift to the Philippines..She doesn't even know me..but i know her and her indomitable spirit.She was an epitome of sincerity and honesty..and deep faith In God.
She was,in a way a mother to me.and will always be one of the reasons y i'll always be proud to be a Filipino...She taught me love of country like the late francis m..
I promise to continue telling her story so that filipinos of the next generation will know her n will never forget her..
to nanay cory....i'll tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree...
Thank you very much
Goodbye.
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
one good person--conrado de quiros
I’VE written a good many things about Cory this past couple of weeks. I guess it’s time I got a little more personal.
I wasn’t an ardent fan of Cory at the beginning, I was an ardent critic. I came from the ranks of the red rather than the yellow, and looked at the world from the prism of that color. It got so that in one program Kris Aquino invited me to (I don’t know if she remembers this), she took me to task for it. It was an Independence Day show, and during one break, Kris turned to me and said: “Why are you so mean to my mom?”
I was, to put it mildly, taken aback. It’s not easy finding a clever answer to an accusation like that put with breathtaking candor. I just flashed what I thought would be a disarming smile. I don’t know if it disarmed.
What can I say? Maybe I’m just naturally mean. Or maybe I just say what I mean and mean what I say.
Years later, when the world had turned, and not for the better, I got an unexpected phone call. Cory was at the other end, which awed me. She said she was calling just to express her appreciation for something I had written about her. I do not now recall what it was. What I recall was mumbling something about not being the best person to say those things in light of what I had been saying before. She said that wasn’t true: I was the best person to say those things because of what I had been saying before.
I appreciated the appreciation.
Still years later, I would have cause to appreciate yet one more thing. That was February this year when, from out of the blue, Cory visited at the wake of my mother. I did not bother to ask, “Why are you so kind to my mom?” I knew by then it was her nature to be so.
She stayed for about an hour, and did much of the talking. Boy, could she talk! I didn’t know that before. But I’ve always been a good listener. She talked, I listened. What we talked about is best left for another time. But afterward, I thought: What strange directions life takes. What strange forks, detours, and crossings life takes.
I’ve seen activists who began by serving the people, or exhorting the world to, end up serving only themselves. And I’ve seen students who thought only of saving their families end up saving the world, or trying to. I’ve seen the best and the brightest turn only into the worst and greediest. And I’ve seen someone who was walang alam, or who was made out to be so, teach the world a thing or two about honor and courage and grace.
Maybe it’s not so strange that people who start out being enemies on grounds of principle end up being friends on those same grounds. And people who start out being friends without principle end up being enemies on that same ground.
I wondered, like someone who had come back to where he started and saw the place for the first time: Maybe colors are there to unite us more than separate us. Maybe red is just the blood that pulses in the veins in love and war. Maybe yellow is just the pages of a letter from a loved one that magically bring him back to life. Maybe blue is just the sky, however cloudy, when looked at through the bars of a prison cell. Maybe green is just fields promising plenitude. Maybe black is just the tangle of our fate, the twists and turns of our life, as we grope our way forward. Maybe white is just the grace to push on, amid the darkness.
I wondered with the wisdom of innocence and the naivete of age: Maybe we’re divided only into good people and bad people. How people are so, or become so, I’ll leave others to divine. Maybe they are just born that way, maybe like scorpions they sting because it is in their nature to sting. Or maybe they are made that way, as much by the circumstances that mold their character as their character that molds their circumstances. But bad people are there; we know that only too well. Just as well, good people are there too; we know that even more so.
We know the latter because we had someone walk with us who was so. Someone who was so disinterested in power she accepted it gravely as a matter of duty and gave it up gracefully as a matter of trust, for which she remains an awesome force even in death. Someone who, while she lived, showered not very small kindnesses on others in their hour of need or bereavement, having known bereavement herself and the comfort of empathy as much as the empathy of comfort, for which she continues to live with us even in death. Someone who proved once before as Joan of Arc and who will prove once again like El Cid the terrifying and wondrously prophetic vision of her faith: The exalted shall be humbled and the humble exalted.
In life and in death, Cory has been—pardon my French—one damn good person.
Good persons of the world, unite. You have nothing to lose but your bane.
* * *
Malacañang’s decision to declare today a holiday has nothing to do with commiserating with those who have lost a loved one, which is the whole nation. It has everything to do with preventing the explosion of love for Cory from becoming an explosion of fury at the opposite of Cory, who isn’t just Ferdie. Be there at the funeral procession today. Be there to keep Cory alive. Be there to bury tyranny in a deep dark grave.
I wasn’t an ardent fan of Cory at the beginning, I was an ardent critic. I came from the ranks of the red rather than the yellow, and looked at the world from the prism of that color. It got so that in one program Kris Aquino invited me to (I don’t know if she remembers this), she took me to task for it. It was an Independence Day show, and during one break, Kris turned to me and said: “Why are you so mean to my mom?”
I was, to put it mildly, taken aback. It’s not easy finding a clever answer to an accusation like that put with breathtaking candor. I just flashed what I thought would be a disarming smile. I don’t know if it disarmed.
What can I say? Maybe I’m just naturally mean. Or maybe I just say what I mean and mean what I say.
Years later, when the world had turned, and not for the better, I got an unexpected phone call. Cory was at the other end, which awed me. She said she was calling just to express her appreciation for something I had written about her. I do not now recall what it was. What I recall was mumbling something about not being the best person to say those things in light of what I had been saying before. She said that wasn’t true: I was the best person to say those things because of what I had been saying before.
I appreciated the appreciation.
Still years later, I would have cause to appreciate yet one more thing. That was February this year when, from out of the blue, Cory visited at the wake of my mother. I did not bother to ask, “Why are you so kind to my mom?” I knew by then it was her nature to be so.
She stayed for about an hour, and did much of the talking. Boy, could she talk! I didn’t know that before. But I’ve always been a good listener. She talked, I listened. What we talked about is best left for another time. But afterward, I thought: What strange directions life takes. What strange forks, detours, and crossings life takes.
I’ve seen activists who began by serving the people, or exhorting the world to, end up serving only themselves. And I’ve seen students who thought only of saving their families end up saving the world, or trying to. I’ve seen the best and the brightest turn only into the worst and greediest. And I’ve seen someone who was walang alam, or who was made out to be so, teach the world a thing or two about honor and courage and grace.
Maybe it’s not so strange that people who start out being enemies on grounds of principle end up being friends on those same grounds. And people who start out being friends without principle end up being enemies on that same ground.
I wondered, like someone who had come back to where he started and saw the place for the first time: Maybe colors are there to unite us more than separate us. Maybe red is just the blood that pulses in the veins in love and war. Maybe yellow is just the pages of a letter from a loved one that magically bring him back to life. Maybe blue is just the sky, however cloudy, when looked at through the bars of a prison cell. Maybe green is just fields promising plenitude. Maybe black is just the tangle of our fate, the twists and turns of our life, as we grope our way forward. Maybe white is just the grace to push on, amid the darkness.
I wondered with the wisdom of innocence and the naivete of age: Maybe we’re divided only into good people and bad people. How people are so, or become so, I’ll leave others to divine. Maybe they are just born that way, maybe like scorpions they sting because it is in their nature to sting. Or maybe they are made that way, as much by the circumstances that mold their character as their character that molds their circumstances. But bad people are there; we know that only too well. Just as well, good people are there too; we know that even more so.
We know the latter because we had someone walk with us who was so. Someone who was so disinterested in power she accepted it gravely as a matter of duty and gave it up gracefully as a matter of trust, for which she remains an awesome force even in death. Someone who, while she lived, showered not very small kindnesses on others in their hour of need or bereavement, having known bereavement herself and the comfort of empathy as much as the empathy of comfort, for which she continues to live with us even in death. Someone who proved once before as Joan of Arc and who will prove once again like El Cid the terrifying and wondrously prophetic vision of her faith: The exalted shall be humbled and the humble exalted.
In life and in death, Cory has been—pardon my French—one damn good person.
Good persons of the world, unite. You have nothing to lose but your bane.
* * *
Malacañang’s decision to declare today a holiday has nothing to do with commiserating with those who have lost a loved one, which is the whole nation. It has everything to do with preventing the explosion of love for Cory from becoming an explosion of fury at the opposite of Cory, who isn’t just Ferdie. Be there at the funeral procession today. Be there to keep Cory alive. Be there to bury tyranny in a deep dark grave.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
ah.basta
i'm terrified .
I'M WORKING TOMORROW MORNING.AND TOMORROW NYT AS WELL.I'll try my best to get some Zzzzz .
hopefully they put me n clare together...
cheese and rice...sunshine and lollipops.
I easily get tired of doing the same things everyday...well before my resident lolos and lolas died..now,i'ts a new batch of mentally ill,sometyms annoying residents.
3 people had died in a week..2 were expected ,the other a surprise.it really comes in 3's..
to mike boy,eds and ray md may u find peace wherever u all may be..
It's very hard not to feel grief..everyday,well most days of the week i feed and care for them.put them to bed at night.talk when they don't even answer back.or try to find some sort of content to what they say..
mike or mikee boy as i call him,wanders early in the morning..i see him on the hall way n greet him a good morning and he would always say good morning dear...he turns the lights off(in other peoples room)
ed's is lady edna..who would say things u least expect
ray md.well i really haven't been attached since his room is downstairs and I'm always upstairs
I'm hoping to get paid mor than a grand..
just needed to pay myself more and my bills,
hoping for a good night tonight
Sicut me Deus adjuvet
I'M WORKING TOMORROW MORNING.AND TOMORROW NYT AS WELL.I'll try my best to get some Zzzzz .
hopefully they put me n clare together...
cheese and rice...sunshine and lollipops.
I easily get tired of doing the same things everyday...well before my resident lolos and lolas died..now,i'ts a new batch of mentally ill,sometyms annoying residents.
3 people had died in a week..2 were expected ,the other a surprise.it really comes in 3's..
to mike boy,eds and ray md may u find peace wherever u all may be..
It's very hard not to feel grief..everyday,well most days of the week i feed and care for them.put them to bed at night.talk when they don't even answer back.or try to find some sort of content to what they say..
mike or mikee boy as i call him,wanders early in the morning..i see him on the hall way n greet him a good morning and he would always say good morning dear...he turns the lights off(in other peoples room)
ed's is lady edna..who would say things u least expect
ray md.well i really haven't been attached since his room is downstairs and I'm always upstairs
I'm hoping to get paid mor than a grand..
just needed to pay myself more and my bills,
hoping for a good night tonight
Sicut me Deus adjuvet
Friday, July 10, 2009
ever mine
eastbourne was nice...something new since the seashore was covered by what the english call pebbles.and what i define as bato..as in ding ang BATO..had a bit of d sun n sea.the bloody cold seawater.twas reall scorching--the sun but the water damn cold.
i did enjoy it.nobody cared f sombody went topless or naked ..or that somebody with the bulges or lumps of adipose tissues wrapped around her body go swimming wearing a swimming suit..well kinda decent don't u think ?it's one piece.
hopefully my boss won't sack me..at least not yet.
or that the home office won't get me deported..i don't even have money saved much less to buy a plane ticket .
Sicut me Deus adjuvet
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
eastbourne experience
5th of july..had decided to try out english summer,or at least an english sun at the beach.me n my mate,jade went to eastbourne.it;s a seaside town.about 2 hr bus ride from maidstone.we did enjoy eating fish n chips.n sunbathing(feeling puti)n swimming n d sea.dey sed it would b pebbles.haha.its stones!but sand na pag sa dagat kna.i didnt expect the dagat water to be bloody ice cold though.the sun s hot but water will make u squirm n shiver.i had the idiocy of wearing my headband,so i lost it n sea.
after a nice quick banlaw we headed for the shops.seafood serve cold in cups,ice cream n candy shop with all sorts of sweets.i bought loads of dried pineapple rings.then came 5pm .time for the bus to pick us up.we went on a 2 decked bus with 50 elderly pipol.kmi lng bata..wer tired n burned as in sunog.i can feel pain n my arms olready.i had a nap n wen i woke up i had a sudden abdominal cramp telling me m supposed to hurry n find the nearest toilet.no such luck as we were still on a bus full of elderly pipol with no toilet n site(puro grass n trees)i told jade i badly need to do number 2.she asked me to hold it in we will b arriving shortly..shortly meant an hr.toture.i even asked her to buzz the bus to stop ill go poo anywere.even on grass.i was olready crying n begging n cursing the blasted shellfish,prawn n mixed seafood serve cold i ate b4 we went on the bus.
so i did buzzed it.went down at the side of the road n poo.pood for england n the philippines n a thorny grassed area on the side of the road.right at that moment i didnt care at all.f anybody sees me
after much pooing.i didnt hav much wet wipes to wipe it all hence my beach towel,n my shorts became the sacrifice.luckily i brought some pairs of knickers n jade has an xtra pair of shorts.it was the most terrible experience ever.in my entire existence.
cars always pulled over since ther wer trafic lyts.wen i finally deemed myself presentable but without much dignity left. i asked jade to call a taxi for me..n came home with the urgency of seeing the toilet again til the next day.until today.hopfully not anymore tomorrow.i had shellfish poisoning.worst AGE i hav ever experirnced.
i lost my headband,my towel,my dress,my once worn shorts,my 20 quid for the taxi,my dignity,
but i didnt lose a friend.hehe.thankfully jade was wid me.or else i wud've just jump out of a bus in a middle of nowhere.at least she had some sense to at least bring me near civilization,were we know exactly wer we r.hay
im off sick till today. so much for experience.hopfully ill b better tomorrow
Sunday, June 07, 2009
amazing maze
48 years after walking round and round.we finally found our way.
actually it found us.
we were giving up already and decided to find not the center but the way out.
then we just found ourselves at the center with an elevated stone.you can see other people losing their way too..and it also turned out that the center is also the way out...through the grotto.we need to go down under.
i can jump
i jumped like a million times before jade captured it haha.it was either im on the ground already or still was about to jump.
next time we'll do tumblings.wish us luck
Saturday, June 06, 2009
summer sandals
bought this sandals almost 2 months ago.from clarks..before it was 40 quidd,then it is 25 quidd.but if a buy a second pair,u'll only have to pay for 1 pound..
hence the matching sandals.we only had to shell out £13 each.done deal aye?
Thursday, June 04, 2009
screaming for ice cream
tiramisu ice cream ---almost too much.hahaha.6 scoops went directly to my flabs.
no carbs this week
Friday, May 29, 2009
Friday, May 08, 2009
benign
my 6 hr shift this afternoon was astoundingly benign,no rushing n stress and me n my team finished ahead of time. maybe because were downstairs..unlike upstairs.
hopefully tomorrow will b the same.i'll b downstairsd again fingers crossed.
having a runny nose and a sorethroat.blame it on the english weather.3:45 pm its raining hard then at 3:50 its all bright sunny..the sun is up but the wind so strong n chilly cold.
and whats more funny its hot and toasty inside the nursing home..im talking about boiling point hot...when ur outside you got frozen,numb fingers inside u sweat more than a pig n u get soooooooooo thirsty everytym.
but its nooot the same everyday though.
somedays u take pride doing ur work well,somedays it feels like u did all the work--no pride in that.only body pains and stress.some days u got the fabulous wogwan team,some days nobody turns up but u.that would be the worst..wishin u didnt show up as well.
sicut me Deus adjuvet
Thursday, May 07, 2009
tweegy
we weren't really close ,i mean not friends friends if not for the completion and graduation thing.and she is my friend's friend so that started it.the friendship.
bloomed through our review together with the rest of the gang--the healthy babies..the endless koreanovela marathons,food trip--penongs dimsum and not to mention shopping.
and the endless countless times i was broke ,she was there to lend a hand.a hundred even hehehe.n treat me to some decent meals..all of the healthy babies had one point or another lend me money,gave me food even pamasahe sa jeep hahaha.even my fs account,tweegy's the teckie n m da oldie...
in general,im miserable being away from home
but im gonna see them all soon.in about 8 months or so
love u all
bloomed through our review together with the rest of the gang--the healthy babies..the endless koreanovela marathons,food trip--penongs dimsum and not to mention shopping.
and the endless countless times i was broke ,she was there to lend a hand.a hundred even hehehe.n treat me to some decent meals..all of the healthy babies had one point or another lend me money,gave me food even pamasahe sa jeep hahaha.even my fs account,tweegy's the teckie n m da oldie...
in general,im miserable being away from home
but im gonna see them all soon.in about 8 months or so
love u all
Monday, May 04, 2009
in english
dine in or take out?--in english--eatin in or take away
pitcher---jug
vest---sando hehe
pants- trouser
undies--knickers
and words u may likely hear always, oh dear..lovely,smashing,brilliant.
pitcher---jug
vest---sando hehe
pants- trouser
undies--knickers
and words u may likely hear always, oh dear..lovely,smashing,brilliant.
almost
almost a year has gone ,lots of things had happened.
new hair style,new job,..starting anew in a foreign land.
going back to studying,reading more,going places a lot,
eating all sorts of food but still sticking to pinoy n chinese though
missin my hommies,hehe..my friends,my davao,my dog..the food ,msg hahaha
missin my meds,my john lloyd..so much
doing things on my own..exploring places,asking for directions..folllowing the arrows(mainly)
smiling to strangers..
new hair style,new job,..starting anew in a foreign land.
going back to studying,reading more,going places a lot,
eating all sorts of food but still sticking to pinoy n chinese though
missin my hommies,hehe..my friends,my davao,my dog..the food ,msg hahaha
missin my meds,my john lloyd..so much
doing things on my own..exploring places,asking for directions..folllowing the arrows(mainly)
smiling to strangers..
Sunday, July 27, 2008
to ulrich
A tribute to a knight, a teenage heartthrob, a Joker
By Michelle Katigbak
Friday, July 25, 2008
The highly anticipated movie The Dark Knight just hit theaters last week and impressed audiences from start to finish. As far as we were concerned, though, it should have just been called The Joker. Indeed, the amazing new installment in the Batman series was all about one character — the crazy, snarling, laughing madman that is known to all in the Batman universe as The Joker… and is known to me as one of my favorite young male character actors of the past decade, Heath Ledger.
As a matter of fact, I was originally weighing whether or not I wanted to watch the movie at all simply because I could not accept that this was going to be the last Heath Ledger movie I saw. I guess I figured if I didn’t see it, there would always be at least one more Ledger movie for me. Fortunately curiosity and a natural love for comic book movies overcame all and I went to see the flick. As expected, Ledger did not disappoint. His Joker took the character to a whole new dark and demented level. He was truly disturbing. Now his predecessor Jack Nicholson was also quite impressive as the clown-like villain, but Heath took this Joker in a completely different direction. In Ledger’s own words his Joker was “a psychopathic, mass-murdering, schizophrenic clown with zero empathy.” For the first time I was actually scared of him despite his painted-on smile and crazy antics. I had my hands covering my eyes the first time he held a knife to that gangster’s mouth and asked “Why so serious?”
It’s a completely different take on The Joker than what existed before. Even the makeup is new — looking more unplanned, less complete, even deranged. Instead of the signature perfect-looking clown/mime makeup of past Jokers, we have a haphazard slap of white paint, some black around the eyes and this evil lopsided red-painted mouth with the scars clearly visible. It really looks like some crazy person had just slathered it on in a hurried manner without caring about the outcome. It looks chaotic. In short — terrifying.
Not to mention that the film stays true to the original Batman plot, making The Joker a formidable — heck, maybe even the strongest — of the Caped Crusader’s foes. We see how it’s so difficult to catch a madman who has no plan and no agenda, just flying by the seat of his pants. We see a villain who doesn’t care about anything — life, money, power. He would just as soon see the whole city burn. It made it believable that Batman was so hard-pressed to fight someone like Joker, who has no rules, which, as a superhero, Batman would be bound to follow. I must admit I really liked the film’s take on that and the chemistry between the two actors was electrifying and undeniable.
And this, again, brings me to how sad I was as the movie began to end; knowing that this scary/crazy Joker would never again grace the silver screen left me feeling dull and aching inside. I have always been a Heath Ledger fan, ever since his early days doing lesser known movies like the crime thriller Two Hands which is what earned him a role in 10 Things I Hate About You — the movie that made me really fall in love with him. What I really liked about Heath was his aversion for safe or stereotypical roles. Beginning his career in Australia, Heath started acting because in high school he had a choice between cooking class or drama. Since cooking class held no interest for him, he chose drama. And the rest is history.
He didn’t get a break right away, though. It took a lot of auditions and tryouts before he even got bit roles in movies and television. He even did brief stints on stage including playing a gay cyclist. After the commercial success of 10 Things I Hate About You, though, Heath was finally getting noticed in Hollywood. Unfortunately, at the time he was being labeled as the next teen heartthrob and he didn’t like it (very much, actually, like his co-star, non-traditional teen actress Julia Stiles). To veer away from those kinds of roles, Heath went in a completely different direction, accepting a very serious role in the Mel Gibson movie The Patriot.
Several more movies followed after that including Monster’s Ball, The Four Feathers, The Order, and my personal favorite, 2001’s A Knight’s Tale. This is probably the movie that endeared Ledger to me forever. I loved his portrayal of William Thatcher, the young peasant who changed his stars and became a knight. This is probably ranked right up there as one of my favorite movies ever. His honesty and depth made this character come to life for me and I will always remember this role with fondness and admiration. I must admit I had a bit of a crush on this Aussie actor in this flick.
And, of course, who can forget Ledger’s most famous movie performance? When Brokeback Mountain premiered the Oscar buzz around him was palpable, and rightfully so. Through this film, his acting prowess was finally fully appreciated and people could finally see what a serious and multi-talented actor he was. Though he didn’t win the trophy, Heath was nominated for an Oscar, a Golden Globe, a BAFTA award, a SAG award, and he won an AFI Award for Best Actor and a New York Film Critics Award for Best Actor all for Brokeback Mountain. People now knew that they could expect great things from him.
More movies followed and more international awards as well. It’s painful to realize that Heath was at a perfect point in his career where he could experiment and find all different kinds of characters to play. While his personal life may not have been as successful (he and Michelle Williams had decided to call it quits), he still had a beautiful baby daughter and an unbelievably bright future ahead of him. That is, until January 22, 2008.
I remember getting a text message about it that day and thinking it was someone’s idea of a sick joke. When I found out it was true I was genuinely sad and couldn’t help but think that he died at the same age that I was. There has been much speculation about the true nature of his death, but I won’t get involved in conversations like that. Friends always say that he had trouble sleeping since he was always thinking, thinking, thinking. To me, his death was an accident — a terrible waste and an unbelievable loss, but an accident. One that took away one of the most promising young actors in the world today. He even posthumously shared an Independent Spirit Award for his work on the 2007 film I’m Not There which was presented in February 2008. And there are even rumors of a possible posthumous Oscar, and if you ask me, that award would not only be overdue, but well deserved.
So as I closed the chapter and watched my last Heath Ledger movie, I realized that it is not truly the end of my admiration for this brilliant young thespian. While there won’t be any new movies — the work he’s done will continue to entertain audiences, including myself for many years to come. I know I could be old and senile and still enjoy A Knight’s Tale or The Dark Knight. Heath was, in many ways, like a shooting star, burning strong and bright and gone too soon. Wherever he is, I hope he was found peace at last.
By Michelle Katigbak
Friday, July 25, 2008
The highly anticipated movie The Dark Knight just hit theaters last week and impressed audiences from start to finish. As far as we were concerned, though, it should have just been called The Joker. Indeed, the amazing new installment in the Batman series was all about one character — the crazy, snarling, laughing madman that is known to all in the Batman universe as The Joker… and is known to me as one of my favorite young male character actors of the past decade, Heath Ledger.
As a matter of fact, I was originally weighing whether or not I wanted to watch the movie at all simply because I could not accept that this was going to be the last Heath Ledger movie I saw. I guess I figured if I didn’t see it, there would always be at least one more Ledger movie for me. Fortunately curiosity and a natural love for comic book movies overcame all and I went to see the flick. As expected, Ledger did not disappoint. His Joker took the character to a whole new dark and demented level. He was truly disturbing. Now his predecessor Jack Nicholson was also quite impressive as the clown-like villain, but Heath took this Joker in a completely different direction. In Ledger’s own words his Joker was “a psychopathic, mass-murdering, schizophrenic clown with zero empathy.” For the first time I was actually scared of him despite his painted-on smile and crazy antics. I had my hands covering my eyes the first time he held a knife to that gangster’s mouth and asked “Why so serious?”
It’s a completely different take on The Joker than what existed before. Even the makeup is new — looking more unplanned, less complete, even deranged. Instead of the signature perfect-looking clown/mime makeup of past Jokers, we have a haphazard slap of white paint, some black around the eyes and this evil lopsided red-painted mouth with the scars clearly visible. It really looks like some crazy person had just slathered it on in a hurried manner without caring about the outcome. It looks chaotic. In short — terrifying.
Not to mention that the film stays true to the original Batman plot, making The Joker a formidable — heck, maybe even the strongest — of the Caped Crusader’s foes. We see how it’s so difficult to catch a madman who has no plan and no agenda, just flying by the seat of his pants. We see a villain who doesn’t care about anything — life, money, power. He would just as soon see the whole city burn. It made it believable that Batman was so hard-pressed to fight someone like Joker, who has no rules, which, as a superhero, Batman would be bound to follow. I must admit I really liked the film’s take on that and the chemistry between the two actors was electrifying and undeniable.
And this, again, brings me to how sad I was as the movie began to end; knowing that this scary/crazy Joker would never again grace the silver screen left me feeling dull and aching inside. I have always been a Heath Ledger fan, ever since his early days doing lesser known movies like the crime thriller Two Hands which is what earned him a role in 10 Things I Hate About You — the movie that made me really fall in love with him. What I really liked about Heath was his aversion for safe or stereotypical roles. Beginning his career in Australia, Heath started acting because in high school he had a choice between cooking class or drama. Since cooking class held no interest for him, he chose drama. And the rest is history.
He didn’t get a break right away, though. It took a lot of auditions and tryouts before he even got bit roles in movies and television. He even did brief stints on stage including playing a gay cyclist. After the commercial success of 10 Things I Hate About You, though, Heath was finally getting noticed in Hollywood. Unfortunately, at the time he was being labeled as the next teen heartthrob and he didn’t like it (very much, actually, like his co-star, non-traditional teen actress Julia Stiles). To veer away from those kinds of roles, Heath went in a completely different direction, accepting a very serious role in the Mel Gibson movie The Patriot.
Several more movies followed after that including Monster’s Ball, The Four Feathers, The Order, and my personal favorite, 2001’s A Knight’s Tale. This is probably the movie that endeared Ledger to me forever. I loved his portrayal of William Thatcher, the young peasant who changed his stars and became a knight. This is probably ranked right up there as one of my favorite movies ever. His honesty and depth made this character come to life for me and I will always remember this role with fondness and admiration. I must admit I had a bit of a crush on this Aussie actor in this flick.
And, of course, who can forget Ledger’s most famous movie performance? When Brokeback Mountain premiered the Oscar buzz around him was palpable, and rightfully so. Through this film, his acting prowess was finally fully appreciated and people could finally see what a serious and multi-talented actor he was. Though he didn’t win the trophy, Heath was nominated for an Oscar, a Golden Globe, a BAFTA award, a SAG award, and he won an AFI Award for Best Actor and a New York Film Critics Award for Best Actor all for Brokeback Mountain. People now knew that they could expect great things from him.
More movies followed and more international awards as well. It’s painful to realize that Heath was at a perfect point in his career where he could experiment and find all different kinds of characters to play. While his personal life may not have been as successful (he and Michelle Williams had decided to call it quits), he still had a beautiful baby daughter and an unbelievably bright future ahead of him. That is, until January 22, 2008.
I remember getting a text message about it that day and thinking it was someone’s idea of a sick joke. When I found out it was true I was genuinely sad and couldn’t help but think that he died at the same age that I was. There has been much speculation about the true nature of his death, but I won’t get involved in conversations like that. Friends always say that he had trouble sleeping since he was always thinking, thinking, thinking. To me, his death was an accident — a terrible waste and an unbelievable loss, but an accident. One that took away one of the most promising young actors in the world today. He even posthumously shared an Independent Spirit Award for his work on the 2007 film I’m Not There which was presented in February 2008. And there are even rumors of a possible posthumous Oscar, and if you ask me, that award would not only be overdue, but well deserved.
So as I closed the chapter and watched my last Heath Ledger movie, I realized that it is not truly the end of my admiration for this brilliant young thespian. While there won’t be any new movies — the work he’s done will continue to entertain audiences, including myself for many years to come. I know I could be old and senile and still enjoy A Knight’s Tale or The Dark Knight. Heath was, in many ways, like a shooting star, burning strong and bright and gone too soon. Wherever he is, I hope he was found peace at last.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
blessed sunday
Beware the dream stealersNEW BEGINNINGS
By Büm D. Tenorio, Jr.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
If you believe in the infinite power of dreaming, success is not far behind. Since victory is a destination, however, expect potholes, even thunderstorms, along the way. In every step you make to inch closer to your goals, you will meet people who will shoot down your inertia to achieve your dreams. Be wary of them. They are called the dream stealers.
Conceiving dreams and stealing them are like witchcraft. For every wielder of white magic, there looms in one nook a black magician, ready to cast a sinister and shady spell. For every ounce of good deed you do, someone out there will still say bad things about you. With focus, however, the black, the bad and everything negative is washed away, burned to oblivion, never to return again.
Dreamers know how important a dream is. It’s their passport to success. It’s the wind that will turboprop them to flap their wings and fly. It’s the fire under their seats, the fire that keeps them warm, that makes them aglow, that makes them believe that everything is possible for a man with ambitions.
Dreamers are responsible for their lives. Stealers are responsible for the death of the dreamers’ dreams. The maker and stealer of dreams are similar in a sense that both are dreamers. The former dreams to advance his life. The latter dreams to put a stop to the former’s dreams.
The dreamers are everywhere. So are the stealers. Both exist in real life.
The dreamers are easy to spot. They work hard. They are conscious of their paths, never wanting to dislodge something or someone on their way to their destination. They experience trials and tribulations but they never lose sight of their focus. Dreamers see opportunities for every problem they encounter. They believe in resolute will.
The stealers are sometimes hard to recognize. They are scheming. They hide in many masks. Sometimes they are clothed in fine gold only to find out that beneath them is a trove of covetousness and resentment. They are in the neighborhood, like the man who told you once that you would not amount into anything. They thrive at your workplace, like a colleague whose envious prying eyes are always speckled on you. They are in your circle, like the pseudo-pal who loves to hear success stories but hates to see successful ones. Sometimes they are sadly found at home. On the streets. In the air. And when you feel that you want to give up pursuing your dreams, that’s the time you know the stealer resides in you.
Since you believe in the power of dreaming, you continue the journey. Your belief that you can achieve your aspirations fuels your enthusiasm to really, really conquer your dreams. As you sprint or fly, your enthusiasm will soon burst into passion then it fires your soul and lifts your spirit. You reach your destination. You achieve your dream. And in your wake you find the dream stealers, wagging their tails, gasping for breath, dying of exhaustion. The birth of your victory is the death of those who wanted to steal your dreams.
The only thing that matters between the dreamer and what he wants in life is the will to pursue his ambitions and the faith that it is possible to acquire them. Indeed it’s true that to get what one has never had, one must do what one has never done before. Dreaming is one, finding ways how to enact the dreams is another.
Life is no geometry that there’s a straight line that connects one point to another. There’s no straight line between a dreamer and his dreams. Always, always, challenges bisect the path. Sometimes you stop and design a new plan, unmindful that the world is slowly caving in on you. You involve again the Guy Up There in your planning and soon you see the light. You continue to walk to your destination and upon reaching it, you let loose of a smile, so infectious that you inspire others to keep pursuing their dreams, too. Even with the dream stealers around, you know in your heart that life is still beautiful. Indeed, it is.
Dream stealers are challengers of life. As long as you know your value, as long as your fidelity to your dreams is intact, there’s no reason for you to fail; there’s no reason for you not to be a dream weaver.
Enjoy the journey. Happy dreaming.
By Büm D. Tenorio, Jr.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
If you believe in the infinite power of dreaming, success is not far behind. Since victory is a destination, however, expect potholes, even thunderstorms, along the way. In every step you make to inch closer to your goals, you will meet people who will shoot down your inertia to achieve your dreams. Be wary of them. They are called the dream stealers.
Conceiving dreams and stealing them are like witchcraft. For every wielder of white magic, there looms in one nook a black magician, ready to cast a sinister and shady spell. For every ounce of good deed you do, someone out there will still say bad things about you. With focus, however, the black, the bad and everything negative is washed away, burned to oblivion, never to return again.
Dreamers know how important a dream is. It’s their passport to success. It’s the wind that will turboprop them to flap their wings and fly. It’s the fire under their seats, the fire that keeps them warm, that makes them aglow, that makes them believe that everything is possible for a man with ambitions.
Dreamers are responsible for their lives. Stealers are responsible for the death of the dreamers’ dreams. The maker and stealer of dreams are similar in a sense that both are dreamers. The former dreams to advance his life. The latter dreams to put a stop to the former’s dreams.
The dreamers are everywhere. So are the stealers. Both exist in real life.
The dreamers are easy to spot. They work hard. They are conscious of their paths, never wanting to dislodge something or someone on their way to their destination. They experience trials and tribulations but they never lose sight of their focus. Dreamers see opportunities for every problem they encounter. They believe in resolute will.
The stealers are sometimes hard to recognize. They are scheming. They hide in many masks. Sometimes they are clothed in fine gold only to find out that beneath them is a trove of covetousness and resentment. They are in the neighborhood, like the man who told you once that you would not amount into anything. They thrive at your workplace, like a colleague whose envious prying eyes are always speckled on you. They are in your circle, like the pseudo-pal who loves to hear success stories but hates to see successful ones. Sometimes they are sadly found at home. On the streets. In the air. And when you feel that you want to give up pursuing your dreams, that’s the time you know the stealer resides in you.
Since you believe in the power of dreaming, you continue the journey. Your belief that you can achieve your aspirations fuels your enthusiasm to really, really conquer your dreams. As you sprint or fly, your enthusiasm will soon burst into passion then it fires your soul and lifts your spirit. You reach your destination. You achieve your dream. And in your wake you find the dream stealers, wagging their tails, gasping for breath, dying of exhaustion. The birth of your victory is the death of those who wanted to steal your dreams.
The only thing that matters between the dreamer and what he wants in life is the will to pursue his ambitions and the faith that it is possible to acquire them. Indeed it’s true that to get what one has never had, one must do what one has never done before. Dreaming is one, finding ways how to enact the dreams is another.
Life is no geometry that there’s a straight line that connects one point to another. There’s no straight line between a dreamer and his dreams. Always, always, challenges bisect the path. Sometimes you stop and design a new plan, unmindful that the world is slowly caving in on you. You involve again the Guy Up There in your planning and soon you see the light. You continue to walk to your destination and upon reaching it, you let loose of a smile, so infectious that you inspire others to keep pursuing their dreams, too. Even with the dream stealers around, you know in your heart that life is still beautiful. Indeed, it is.
Dream stealers are challengers of life. As long as you know your value, as long as your fidelity to your dreams is intact, there’s no reason for you to fail; there’s no reason for you not to be a dream weaver.
Enjoy the journey. Happy dreaming.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
goodbye heathcliff
to u. my ulrich.u had rocked my world.Inspired me with ur characters.I thank u.Patrick verona,Gabriel martin,ned kelly,jacob grimm. Harry the bestest friend faversham and Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein of gelderland and Sir William Thatcher.Good bye.U may be lost.but never forgotten
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
thanksgiving
Sunday Life
A million and one thanks!
By Wilson Lee Flores Sunday, November 25, 2007
I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder. — English poet/journalist Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936)
Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses. — French novelist/journalist Alphonse Karr (1808-1890)
Despite America’s decline in leadership — from Washington, Jefferson and Lincoln down to George W. Bush; from hotel builder Conrad Hilton to nihilist great-granddaughter Paris Hilton; plus many economic, political, military, moral and other woes — I still admire one of their traditions rooted in their traditional strong faith: the annual Thanksgiving Day holiday proclaimed in 1863 by US President Abraham Lincoln for every final Thursday of November and prompted by a series of editorials by writer Sarah Josepha Hale. This commemorates the Christian pilgrims who sailed to Plymouth, Massachusetts in 1621 to escape religious persecution and who helped establish the US as a great democracy.
Even if we’re Asians, this is a good time to reflect on the many wonderful things on this beautiful yet imperfect planet and in this life that we should be thankful for. An ancient Chinese proverb says (in Mandarin) “Yin-suey shi-yuen,” which means whenever we drink water, we should remember the spring where it came from, never forgetting the past and always thankful. Here is my own (not yet complete) thanksgiving list:
• Be thankful that sunrises and sunsets are free, or else we couldn’t afford them.
• Be thankful that behind every storm is surely the rainbow of hope and future sunshine.
• Be thankful for stars: like diamonds in the velvet black of night, beautiful and free.
• Be thankful for our dreams, for life would have no excitement without them.
• Be thankful for small losses or small pains: many others on earth suffer worse.
• Be thankful for our home, whether small or big, for countless others are homeless.
• Be thankful for strangers who are Good Samaritans, so that we can be so to others, too.
• Be thankful for our family, for they help us become who we are and what we can be.
• Be thankful for true friends, because they are often more dependable than even kin.
• Be thankful for pet dogs, because they are always more loyal than friends.
• Be thankful for those who criticize us, because more people are destroyed by praise.
• Be thankful for those who doubt us, to motivate us to prove them dead wrong!
• Be thankful for our mistakes, because life would be so boring if we are all perfect.
• Be thankful if others try to oppress or cheat you, for it’s worse to be the oppressor.
• Be thankful for the chance to give: it’s a blessing to be able to share with others.
• Be thankful to those who have helped us: never forget them, but forget those we’ve helped.
• Be thankful to those who’ve wronged us: sincerely forgive them, but never forget!
• Be thankful for cruel odds or fate, because our victory shall then be so much greater.
• Be thankful for storms, so that we can better appreciate rainbows and sunshine.
• Be thankful for crisis, because what doesn’t destroy us can only strengthen us!
• Be thankful for crisis: a Chinese proverb says it brings dangers and also opportunities.
• Be thankful for crisis, for only then can we know who our true friends are.
• Be thankful for stress, so that we can be reminded to relax and balance our lives.
• Be thankful for tiredness, for it makes us sleep even better and more soundly.
• Be thankful for occasional noise, so that we can be grateful for silence and music.
• Be thankful for sublime music and art, so we can be reminded of excellence.
• Be thankful for poetry, good books and movies, so we have more in life to enjoy.
• Be thankful for the infinite beauty of nature, so we can be reminded of our mortality.
• Be thankful for solitude, to allow us time to reflect and continuously renew ourselves.
• Be thankful for hunger, so we can better appreciate food, no matter how simple.
• Be thankful for fine foods and wines, so we can relish the bounties of the forests and seas.
• Be thankful even for foods that aren’t delicious: at least we know we have good taste!
• Be thankful for waiting, so we can have time to rest, pause and think.
• Be forever thankful to all our teachers, whether in school, in our families, or in life.
• Be thankful for tears, for they wash away conceit and help us better enjoy laughter.
• Be thankful for every loss, so we may be humbled and challenged to persevere more.
• Be thankful for losses, reminding ourselves that they are only setbacks and not defeats.
• Be thankful for setbacks, because they give us priceless lessons no victories can offer.
• Be thankful for pain, for it makes us feel we’re alive and that we must be stronger!
• Be thankful for hard-earned victories, because easy gains are often so easily lost.
• Be thankful for risks, because life would have no challenges without them.
• Be thankful many of the best things in life are free, or else we’d all be broke.
• Be thankful for a clear conscience, because peace of mind and honor are priceless.
• Be thankful for wonderful parents, because their examples should forever inspire us.
• Be thankful for our free will, that all of us can choose and make our own destiny!
• Be thankful for good health, because it is more valuable than material wealth.
• Be thankful even if we are sick: at least we are still alive and every day is a miracle.
• Be thankful also for certainty of death, so that we can think and plan for our afterlife.
• Be thankful for answered prayers, reminding us that God exists and is all-powerful.
• Be thankful even for unanswered prayers, for not everything we want is good for us.
• Be thankful for our capacity to love and to be loved, for those are the essence of life.
• Be thankful for our blessings, counting them is better than counting hurts and regrets.
• Be thankful to those who forget to say thanks, so we can be reminded to be different!
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A million and one thanks!
By Wilson Lee Flores Sunday, November 25, 2007
I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder. — English poet/journalist Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936)
Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses. — French novelist/journalist Alphonse Karr (1808-1890)
Despite America’s decline in leadership — from Washington, Jefferson and Lincoln down to George W. Bush; from hotel builder Conrad Hilton to nihilist great-granddaughter Paris Hilton; plus many economic, political, military, moral and other woes — I still admire one of their traditions rooted in their traditional strong faith: the annual Thanksgiving Day holiday proclaimed in 1863 by US President Abraham Lincoln for every final Thursday of November and prompted by a series of editorials by writer Sarah Josepha Hale. This commemorates the Christian pilgrims who sailed to Plymouth, Massachusetts in 1621 to escape religious persecution and who helped establish the US as a great democracy.
Even if we’re Asians, this is a good time to reflect on the many wonderful things on this beautiful yet imperfect planet and in this life that we should be thankful for. An ancient Chinese proverb says (in Mandarin) “Yin-suey shi-yuen,” which means whenever we drink water, we should remember the spring where it came from, never forgetting the past and always thankful. Here is my own (not yet complete) thanksgiving list:
• Be thankful that sunrises and sunsets are free, or else we couldn’t afford them.
• Be thankful that behind every storm is surely the rainbow of hope and future sunshine.
• Be thankful for stars: like diamonds in the velvet black of night, beautiful and free.
• Be thankful for our dreams, for life would have no excitement without them.
• Be thankful for small losses or small pains: many others on earth suffer worse.
• Be thankful for our home, whether small or big, for countless others are homeless.
• Be thankful for strangers who are Good Samaritans, so that we can be so to others, too.
• Be thankful for our family, for they help us become who we are and what we can be.
• Be thankful for true friends, because they are often more dependable than even kin.
• Be thankful for pet dogs, because they are always more loyal than friends.
• Be thankful for those who criticize us, because more people are destroyed by praise.
• Be thankful for those who doubt us, to motivate us to prove them dead wrong!
• Be thankful for our mistakes, because life would be so boring if we are all perfect.
• Be thankful if others try to oppress or cheat you, for it’s worse to be the oppressor.
• Be thankful for the chance to give: it’s a blessing to be able to share with others.
• Be thankful to those who have helped us: never forget them, but forget those we’ve helped.
• Be thankful to those who’ve wronged us: sincerely forgive them, but never forget!
• Be thankful for cruel odds or fate, because our victory shall then be so much greater.
• Be thankful for storms, so that we can better appreciate rainbows and sunshine.
• Be thankful for crisis, because what doesn’t destroy us can only strengthen us!
• Be thankful for crisis: a Chinese proverb says it brings dangers and also opportunities.
• Be thankful for crisis, for only then can we know who our true friends are.
• Be thankful for stress, so that we can be reminded to relax and balance our lives.
• Be thankful for tiredness, for it makes us sleep even better and more soundly.
• Be thankful for occasional noise, so that we can be grateful for silence and music.
• Be thankful for sublime music and art, so we can be reminded of excellence.
• Be thankful for poetry, good books and movies, so we have more in life to enjoy.
• Be thankful for the infinite beauty of nature, so we can be reminded of our mortality.
• Be thankful for solitude, to allow us time to reflect and continuously renew ourselves.
• Be thankful for hunger, so we can better appreciate food, no matter how simple.
• Be thankful for fine foods and wines, so we can relish the bounties of the forests and seas.
• Be thankful even for foods that aren’t delicious: at least we know we have good taste!
• Be thankful for waiting, so we can have time to rest, pause and think.
• Be forever thankful to all our teachers, whether in school, in our families, or in life.
• Be thankful for tears, for they wash away conceit and help us better enjoy laughter.
• Be thankful for every loss, so we may be humbled and challenged to persevere more.
• Be thankful for losses, reminding ourselves that they are only setbacks and not defeats.
• Be thankful for setbacks, because they give us priceless lessons no victories can offer.
• Be thankful for pain, for it makes us feel we’re alive and that we must be stronger!
• Be thankful for hard-earned victories, because easy gains are often so easily lost.
• Be thankful for risks, because life would have no challenges without them.
• Be thankful many of the best things in life are free, or else we’d all be broke.
• Be thankful for a clear conscience, because peace of mind and honor are priceless.
• Be thankful for wonderful parents, because their examples should forever inspire us.
• Be thankful for our free will, that all of us can choose and make our own destiny!
• Be thankful for good health, because it is more valuable than material wealth.
• Be thankful even if we are sick: at least we are still alive and every day is a miracle.
• Be thankful also for certainty of death, so that we can think and plan for our afterlife.
• Be thankful for answered prayers, reminding us that God exists and is all-powerful.
• Be thankful even for unanswered prayers, for not everything we want is good for us.
• Be thankful for our capacity to love and to be loved, for those are the essence of life.
• Be thankful for our blessings, counting them is better than counting hurts and regrets.
• Be thankful to those who forget to say thanks, so we can be reminded to be different!
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Monday, October 15, 2007
cine europa
yesterday got to watch 3 movies from cine europa for free!!!
Meeting the enemy (Slovakia) El Viaje de Carol(Spain) and Ellis in Glamuorland(New Zealand).
Monday, July 16, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
timo cruz zes
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
Today marks a profound and bittersweet milestone for all of us, as we bear witness to both an end and a beginning. And while we must continue on, we must also be grateful to have been blessed with someone who has so ably guided us to where we are today. When there has been so much love and happiness for someone, it is natural to be reluctant to close such a wonderful chapter in our lives, for moving forward is rarely accomplished without considerable grief and sadness. And while our sorrow may be profound, the clouds will clear, and the sun will shine on us again. And in that warm, bright light we will find ourselves facing a glorious future. A future of exciting challenges and infinite possibilities, in which the horizon will stretch out before us, trimmed in the heavenly glow of the sunrise of our tomorrow.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
failure to launch
i failed my cgfns exams...only scored 349.passing rate is 400..
I had been struggling for some time now.with myself n the things around me.but I believe,someday i'll know why.I keep on learning lessons in life---
humility,commitment.I was'nt really ready for the latter..but anyways when will i be ready?
I guess never.I need to learn to go.go with the flow.go to hell.or wherever.just go.proceed.
I've always looked back that I forgot to look forward.I was busy reflecting,analyzing and rationalizing the things of the past.I have been literally stuck with the past.
i need to let go,I know.But i dunno If I can go on and carry on.
They say it's either u get over it or get out of it..
I got out of it.but I can't get over getting out of it.
and guess what,I want it back..
Hope I get the call again..and try again.
Sicut me Deus Adjuvet.
I had been struggling for some time now.with myself n the things around me.but I believe,someday i'll know why.I keep on learning lessons in life---
humility,commitment.I was'nt really ready for the latter..but anyways when will i be ready?
I guess never.I need to learn to go.go with the flow.go to hell.or wherever.just go.proceed.
I've always looked back that I forgot to look forward.I was busy reflecting,analyzing and rationalizing the things of the past.I have been literally stuck with the past.
i need to let go,I know.But i dunno If I can go on and carry on.
They say it's either u get over it or get out of it..
I got out of it.but I can't get over getting out of it.
and guess what,I want it back..
Hope I get the call again..and try again.
Sicut me Deus Adjuvet.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
to cebu and back
me n tweegy japs on our way back to davao..d day after d-day.march 15...no results yet..Sunday, February 18, 2007
24
24 days to d-day...i dunno.
i really thought i'd be som1 who'll "stick n stay" when shit happens but i am pala da coward hul run away.
well c nic ang d8 ko nung vday...
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Sunday, February 04, 2007
LULLABY
Ciel Perlas
Tulog na aking mahal
Takot ay kalimutan
Di kailanman iiwan
Pagmamahal sa'yo ilalaan
Di hahayaang masaktan
Gabi't araw ay babantayan
Hangga't ako ay kailangan
Pangako ko hindi lilisan
Ang araw ay sisikat din
Magwawakas rin ang dilim
Liwanag ay masisilayan din
Bukas ay salubungin
Harapin ang umaga
Dala nito'y pag-asaYakapin mo ang ligaya
Pagkat hindi ka na mag-iisa
Ang araw ay sisikat din
Magwawakas rin ang dilim
Liwanag ay masisilayan dinBukas ay salubungin
Tahan na...Ang araw ay sisikat din
Magwawakas rin ang dilim
Liwanag ay masisilayan din
Bukas ay salubungin
Di na muling luluha pa
Ligaya ay nahanap na...
Ciel Perlas
Tulog na aking mahal
Takot ay kalimutan
Di kailanman iiwan
Pagmamahal sa'yo ilalaan
Di hahayaang masaktan
Gabi't araw ay babantayan
Hangga't ako ay kailangan
Pangako ko hindi lilisan
Ang araw ay sisikat din
Magwawakas rin ang dilim
Liwanag ay masisilayan din
Bukas ay salubungin
Harapin ang umaga
Dala nito'y pag-asaYakapin mo ang ligaya
Pagkat hindi ka na mag-iisa
Ang araw ay sisikat din
Magwawakas rin ang dilim
Liwanag ay masisilayan dinBukas ay salubungin
Tahan na...Ang araw ay sisikat din
Magwawakas rin ang dilim
Liwanag ay masisilayan din
Bukas ay salubungin
Di na muling luluha pa
Ligaya ay nahanap na...
Sunday, January 21, 2007
rostered 1/17/2007
thank God...51 days to go ....D-Day is coming..n m getting ready.
Sicut me Deus Adjuvet
Sicut me Deus Adjuvet
do or die
If u dreamed of a dead loved one,does it mean ur gonna die too?
I woke up at 7:30am...I dreamed of my lolo,whom i call tatay...first it was like something was pulling me into a wall.I am in a small room...then I saw my lolo on the bed,Smiling at me.then we hugged and he kissed me in the cheeks..all I said was {"tay,nakita mo na c lawrence?"(he's my 1st pamangkin sa pinsan n tatay's first apo sa tuhod..}
then there was my youngest cousin sai..Tatay kissed them.then I woke up..
What cud this mean?
I've been having dreams about my family these past few days..maybe because i miss them..But this is the first time i ever dreamed of someone over the rainbow..i dunno.
am absent today...i went to St.Jude parish and prayed for tatay..lit candles.maybe I outta go visit him when I go home this weekend..
Sicut me Deus Adjuvet
I woke up at 7:30am...I dreamed of my lolo,whom i call tatay...first it was like something was pulling me into a wall.I am in a small room...then I saw my lolo on the bed,Smiling at me.then we hugged and he kissed me in the cheeks..all I said was {"tay,nakita mo na c lawrence?"(he's my 1st pamangkin sa pinsan n tatay's first apo sa tuhod..}
then there was my youngest cousin sai..Tatay kissed them.then I woke up..
What cud this mean?
I've been having dreams about my family these past few days..maybe because i miss them..But this is the first time i ever dreamed of someone over the rainbow..i dunno.
am absent today...i went to St.Jude parish and prayed for tatay..lit candles.maybe I outta go visit him when I go home this weekend..
Sicut me Deus Adjuvet
do or die
If u dreamed of a dead loved one,does it mean ur gonna die too?
I woke up at 7:30am...I dreamed of my lolo,whom i call tatay...first it was like something was pulling me into a wall.I am in a small room...then I saw my lolo on the bed,Smiling at me.then we hugged and he kissed me in the cheeks..all I said was {"tay,nakita mo na c lawrence?"(he's my 1st pamangkin sa pinsan n tatay's first apo sa tuhod..}
then there was my youngest cousin sai..Tatay kissed them.then I woke up..
What cud this mean?
I've been having dreams about my family these past few days..maybe because i miss them..But this is the first time i ever dreamed of someone over the rainbow..i dunno.
am absent today...i went to St.Jude parish and prayed for tatay..lit candles.maybe I outta go visit him when I go home this weekend..
Sicut me Deus Adjuvet
I woke up at 7:30am...I dreamed of my lolo,whom i call tatay...first it was like something was pulling me into a wall.I am in a small room...then I saw my lolo on the bed,Smiling at me.then we hugged and he kissed me in the cheeks..all I said was {"tay,nakita mo na c lawrence?"(he's my 1st pamangkin sa pinsan n tatay's first apo sa tuhod..}
then there was my youngest cousin sai..Tatay kissed them.then I woke up..
What cud this mean?
I've been having dreams about my family these past few days..maybe because i miss them..But this is the first time i ever dreamed of someone over the rainbow..i dunno.
am absent today...i went to St.Jude parish and prayed for tatay..lit candles.maybe I outta go visit him when I go home this weekend..
Sicut me Deus Adjuvet
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
still not rostered
it's 56 days to d-day,but I'm still not rostered.....hope I do get Rostered soon..for the march exam..I NEED THAT CHANCE..Sicut me Deus Adjuvet..
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Chasing Cars
We'll do it all
Everything On our own
We don't need Anything
Or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
and just forget the world?
I don't quite know How
to say How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
All that I am
All that I ever was Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all
I can see I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world
We'll do it all
Everything On our own
We don't need Anything
Or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
and just forget the world?
I don't quite know How
to say How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
All that I am
All that I ever was Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all
I can see I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world
Thursday, December 21, 2006
post partum
had visited sweetot sa hospital.hav'nt seen her since yesterday..post partum mum na sya..nkita ko na c ulrich but pix lng muna.wla pa kc xa room in..Mother n son will be going home this afternoon...
baby's out
yesterday,December21st at 4pm..my best friend,SWEET gave birth to a 2.85
kg healthy baby boy.He will be named Ulrich..I'll be posting his pics
soon...Congrats!
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
to uncle boy
my earliest memory of you was when you were trimming my fingernails,now, I couldn't even return the favor..last wensday,nov 15 as i see you unconscious and restless @the ER...i just went numb.blank.heart pounding
..I felt nauseated.lightheaded.I was embarassed that I could faint don sa treatment room. .So i went out,leaving you to somebody else's care.I went to the church you know.I prayed.for you.
But there are things out of my control..it's a lesson I learned and still learning.the night before you died,I talked to God.to take care of you..
I denied myself of crying 4 u in the hospital because I have to be strong or pretend to be for mama.
I love you.May God welcome you home uncle boy.May your soul rest in peace.
give my love to tatay...will you.ill b praying for you.
thank you very much for everything.
love,
yangyang
..I felt nauseated.lightheaded.I was embarassed that I could faint don sa treatment room. .So i went out,leaving you to somebody else's care.I went to the church you know.I prayed.for you.
But there are things out of my control..it's a lesson I learned and still learning.the night before you died,I talked to God.to take care of you..
I denied myself of crying 4 u in the hospital because I have to be strong or pretend to be for mama.
I love you.May God welcome you home uncle boy.May your soul rest in peace.
give my love to tatay...will you.ill b praying for you.
thank you very much for everything.
love,
yangyang
Monday, November 13, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
grey's anatomy
meredith grey: Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass. And when the dam bursts, all you can do is swim. The world of pretend is a cage, not a cocoon. We can only lie to ourselves for so long. We are tired, we are scared, denying it doesn't change the truth. Sooner or later we have to put aside our denial and face the world. Head on, guns blazing. De Nile. It's not just a river in Egypt, it's a freakin' ocean. So how do you keep from drowning in it?
We deny that we're tired, we deny that we're scared, we deny how badly we
want to succeed. And most importantly, we deny that we're in denial. We only see
what we want to see and believe what we want to believe, and it works. We lie to
ourselves so much that after a while the lies start to seem like the truth. We
deny so much that we can't recognize the truth right in front of our faces.
Monday, October 23, 2006
life begins at 21
Life is like a box of chocolates,you never know what you gonna get -Forrest Gump
I became a nurse @ 21.Life was sweet. I went job hunting..been a Jobless bummer for five long months.
then the CALL came,I was finally in..I'm entering the ''real'' world..
'twas then Life became bitter....I was idealistic.reality bites.
responsibilities smothered me,near death.
guilt.it became harder and harder to breathe. I quit..
freedom..
masarap maging malaya,walang problema...masarap maging bata.
I have to grow up..take the bitter chocolate.. to feel good..and to live.
days can be good, sometimes bad... But there is God.
and my family.my friends.
now, I'm diving back..back to the very place i desperately wanted to escape.this is the bitter chocolate.fear?..i can't be afraid forever.or be a bummer forever.
this is my life and it began @ 21.
am a year old now..a toddler and growing.
Sicut me deus adjuvet
'',
“English-Tagalog Dictionary”
1) Contemplate - kulang ang mga pinggan
2) Punctuation - pera para maka-enrol
3) Ice Buko - nagtatanong kung ayos na ang buhok
4) Tenacious - sapatos na pang tennis
5) Calculator - tawagan kita mamaya
6) Devastation - sakayan ng bus
7) Protestant - Tindahan ng prutas
8) Statue - Ikaw ba yan?
9) Tissue - Ikaw nga!
10) Predicate - Pakawalan mo ang pusa
11) Dedicate - Pinatay ang pusa
12) Aspect - Pantusok o pandurog ng yelo
13) Deduct - Ang pato
14) Defeat - Ang paa (ng pato)
15) Detail - Ang buntot (ng pato)
16) Deposit - Ang Gripo (Call DIPLOMA if DEPOSIT is leaking)1
7) City - Bago mag-utso; a number to follow 6
18) Cattle - Doon nakatila ang Hali at Leyna
19) Persuading - Unang Kasal
20) Depress - Ang nagkasal sa PERSUADING
22) Defense - Ginamit ng mga pangsulat sa kontrata sa PERSUADING
23) It Depends - Kainin mo ang bakod
24) Shampoo - Bago mag-labing-isha
(11)25) Delusion - Maluwang (kapag maluwang ang damit, eh DELUSION)
26) Delivery - Walang bayad. Kapag working lunch, eh DELIVERY na ang tanghalian
27) Profit - Patunayan mo
28) Balance Sheet - What comes out after eating a balance diet
29) Backlog - bacon saka egg
30) Beehive - magpakatino ka
31) CD-ROM - tingnan mo ang kwarto
32) Debug - ang ipis
33) Defrag - ang palaka
34) Defense - ang bakod
35) Defer - ang balahibo
36) Deflate - ang plato
37) Detest - ang eksamin
38) Devalue - 'yon ang susunod sa letrang V
39) Devote - ang boto
40) Dilemma - brownout, a!
41) Effort - 'dun nagla-land ang efflane
42) Forums - apat na kwarto
43) July - nagsinungaling ka ba?
44) Liturgy - what comes after litur F
45) Thesis - ito ay...
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