Friday, September 3, 2010
Immortal teleserye will soon be on the way on primetime television. Aside from the amazing trailer of the said soap by Angel Locsin and John Lloyd Cruz, the (OST) theme song music video is already out. The music was performed by Hale feat. Angel Locsin in the music video.A new drama romance fantasy and fiction twined together to come up with another first in Pinoy tv series. Imortal teleserye tells of love between two immortals, a werewolf and a vampire bound by the unexpected. Immortal as their acting abilities are, this is the new teleserye that stars the beautiful and sexy Angel Locsin with John Lloyd Cruz. Both were paired for the first time with each other to give a different combination of entertainment and irony to the story. I think this will not be compared with the Twilight saga of Stephanie Meyer. I understand this is the sequel of Lobo which aired also on ABS CBN primetime shows two years ago. It was also starred by Angel Locsin but Piolo Pascual as her love interest. I also believed that in this teleserte, Angel Locsin was nominated as Best Actress in the Emmy Award in New York city sometime in November 2009. http://www.mb.com.ph/node/223650/angel-loc. This is something I will look forward to, although, ABS-CBN has not announced yet its telecast. Coming soon!
I chanced upon this article and had thoughts of posting this to my blog. Why not, I have been watching foreign movies at the Shangri-la Cinema Complex in Edsa, Mandaluyong City for almost two years now, since they were shown free. So, why not give our local movies especially the "classic" ones a second look where most of them, were shown when I wasn't born yet. Although, these movies are likely introduced to me somehow. I am sure that they are all-worth watching. So guys, it's time to give our local movies our most precious time by watching them even though they were filmed in the time of our parents & grandparents.
The film festival runs at the Tanghalang Manuel Conde, Cultural Center of the Philippines
September 11, 2010 = Masquerade (1967) Directed by Danny Zialcita
October 9, 2010 = Kasal o Sakal (1964) Directed by Efren Reyes & Johnny Reyes
November 13, 2010 = Ito Ang Pilipino (1966) Directed by Cesar Gallardo
December 11, 2010 = Gaano Kita Kamahal (1993) Directed by Butch Perez
January 15, 2011 = Waray-Waray (1954) Directed by F.H. Constantino
For inquiries and reservations please call the Media Arts Division at Tel Nos. 832-1125 loc. 1702 / 1704 / 1712 or email us at email@example.com
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Well, I got this viral infection and it really annoys me...pinkeye, madras eye, red eye..whatever...you stopped my world from spinning. I hate it..I hate it...coz it hurts!
After awhile, i had some thoughts upon contracting this kind of bacteria that penetrated my eyes, I gave it a ditch. I browsed all items related to this kind of viral infection which I really hate so much.I found out that Conjunctivitis is the inflammation of the conjunctiva, a thin, delicate membrane that covers the eyeball and lines the eyelid. Conjunctivitis is an extremely common eye problem because the conjunctiva is continually exposed to microorganisms and environmental agents that can cause infections or allergic reactions. Conjunctivitis can be acute or chronic depending upon how long the condition lasts, the severity of symptoms, and the type of organism or agent involved. It can also affect one or both eyes and, if caused by infection, can be very easily transmitted to others during close physical contact, particularly among children in a daycare center. Other names for conjunctivitis include pink eye and red eye...
You may also look at this, it may give you more insights, http://www.goodhope.org.uk/departments/eyedept/sore%20dry%20eye.htm
I visited an Ophthalmologist who examined my eyes and alas, he advised me not to work for 7-10 days. Hep-hep..hooray, I love it...love it...instant vacation, being away from stress that was created by my work. I won't mind the hurt, discomfort all I want is to enjoy my vacation spree in my humble home.
I found new buddies in this ordeal, they are my ever loving eye drops Tobradex (courtesy of Makati Eye Laser), Green Cross 70% solution alcohol, cellphone and of course the last but not the least, my laptop which will be my companion throughout the entire vacation spree.
Thanks to Facebook that will be my channel to view the world. My cellphone that will link me to my colleagues, the alcohol that will sanitize me and my eye drops to take care of my virus.
All new lessons learned will be inked in my heart. First of all the firsts, always wash your hands properly while you're singing Happy birthday.Second, do not touch the infected area and third, stay away from your loved ones because they may also get the infection and do not forget to drink vitamin C to boost your immune system.
One last important thing, I am happier now because I will be free from hearing unpleasant words from a blabber mouth co-worker and from a strict and not-so-good night supervisor who's so nosy about so many things. Alas, I would be enjoying a stress-free vacation.
I know God is really good. He will cure me totally. I guess, this is a blessing in disguise because I have been wanting a vacation.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
I've found this article in one of Kris Despidad's Fan page (It's like a Hate-Kris Fan page in facebook)This was written by Preciosa Badeo, and I would just want to share it as how the author would have wanted... I never liked Kris Aquino. But I never disliked her either. I feel indifferent where she's concerned? until recently. You see, I have this 14-year-old niece who, only God knows why, is a die-hard Kris Aquino fan. Case in point, her name starts with a "G", but she wears a necklace with a "K" pendant. Also, she tells her friends that she's really an adopted child and that her real Mother is former president Cory Aquino. Crazy kid. And of course, like any other fan, she buys stuff Kris endorses?bags, fragrances, jewelry? everything! So, when the family (meaning my brothers, my sisters ? the whole immediate clan) learned of this "cute" idiosyncrasy, we were supportive. Kunsintidor, even. My sister-in-law, who used to play bit parts in movies, (she's really pretty, by the way), arranged for us to get seats at the taping of Kris' show, Game Ka Na Ba? Needless to say, my niece was thrilled. So, yesterday, a Wednesday, taping for the Game Ka Na Ba? Celebrity edition episode, my niece and I, together with her sister and some of my friends, went to ABS CBN to watch the absurdly (in)famous Kris Aquino. Anyhow, I was happy to see my nieces really excited; especially since the younger one just got out of the hospital because of Dengue, plus the fact that I rarely see them since they stay in the province. They were chatting away endlessly in the cab on way to the studio about how they would embrace Kris when they see her; that they're sure she smells nice; that their friends back in Nueva Ecija would just die with envy when they see the pictures; that James Yap is the luckiest guy ever; that Josh must be spoiled with Kris' love; that she's just perfect; and so on. They both looked really pretty, too ? new clothes, neat hair, clean nails, and with "just the right jewelry". They said they didn't want Kris to think they're from a "bad family." They wanted to impress her. We were at the audience entrance by 4pm, and were fetched right away by one of the ABS CBN people (VIP, diba?). Unfortunately, kids weren't allowed to sit with the audience so my nieces were given "special" seats near Kris' dressing room, where they got a better view of the show that was taking place. Me? I was clapping with the audience in step with the Game Ka Na Ba? theme. Itchyworms was guest band so it wasn't that bad. And so after being subjected to clapping till my hands hurt, I was advised that I could then take a picture of my nieces with Kris. It was 7.30pm. Despite the long wait, my nieces were really excited and they were smiling from ear to ear. I could see that Kris, for some reason, was not thrilled at all with the picture-taking thing. I was hoping though that she would pretend delight for my nieces' sake?after all they're kids who adore her! But as I was about to take the picture, she said: "That's not a nice angle, pa-vertical mas maganda." I adjusted my camera, but realized they were standing against the light. So I shifted to the original horizontal angle. "Vertical sabi, eh!" She said, in her shrilly, irritating voice. I bit my lip and shut my mouth because I wanted to the take the picture for my niece. So I angled the camera vertically as she said, but placed the camera lower, angling it in a way that the light behind her head won't be captured. "Not like that," she shouted. "Up. Move it up! UP!!!" Motioning for me to move the camera up, so the picture would be taken top-view. Then she actually grabbed my arm and pushed upward! The nerve of that woman to treat me like that!!! I wanted to slap her and say: "What the fuck for? You look like the same slut whatever angle it may be!" Instead I said, levelly, "You're against the light, Kris, I can't take the shot that way." "Eh, may flash naman yan diba?" she retorted in her shrilly, nasal, voice. I wanted to spit on her overly made-up face right there and then! For someone who pretends she's smart, that was a really stupid remark! With dripping sarcasm, I said. "Exactly, over-exposed yan. Move a little please." She did so but impatiently and crossly, almost knocking my niece over. I took the picture and she smiled right on cue, then she fled. My younger niece, who I thought was oblivious to the tension, didn't pose with her sister and shouted, almost tearfully, "ANG SUNGIT MO NAMAN, KRIS!" My heart almost broke. I wanted to kill Kris. Then I looked at my other niece, the one who swore would change her family name to Aquino one day, and saw that her eyes were downcast. She looked like she was trying really hard not to cry. Then she said quietly, "Ang pangit pala ng ugali nun." I checked the digital picture that I took..Kris' smile was flawless, without a trace of the monstrosity she just displayed. And kid beside her, my niece, looked like she just realized that she was having her picture taken with a two-faced monster. "Baka she's tired lang, Gelline," I told my niece. "Kahit na! Kame nga galing pa ng Nueva Ecija tapos di pa kame dinner, naghintay kame para lang sa picture, tapos binastos ka pa niya! SALBAHE SIYA!" she replied, clearly bitter and sulking. You know what's the worst thing about this whole scene? It's the fact that I'm sure Kris doesn't know and couldn't care any less that she just hurt two loving kids who did nothing wrong except chose her as their "idol". And it's inexplicable how Kris can get away with her unacceptable manner: she's tactless, she's an advocate of gossip and scandal, and she's an epitome of a woman with loose morals. Kris makes me sick. Clearly, this proves the legends wrong, monsters don't lurk inside the closet? they're on TV.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
MARRIAGE When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband.... The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Today i waS BORN. 42 years ago. I was only a tiny fetus inside my mother's womb. Time flies so fast that I didn't realize what have I gone through. I am so Happy for where I am now. it's not a perfect life but God has perfected it with my 3 children, they are my life my breath my everything. Thank you Lord..Thank you