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term='Iza Calzado'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='hallows'/><category term='Books'/><category term='CEFAM'/><category term='discovery'/><title type='text'>askalfreak</title><subtitle type='html'>The world in the eyes of a stray dog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>300</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-55647367791762412</id><published>2012-01-23T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T19:07:51.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age of Iron by J.M. Coetzee</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hsrd8qhVGjk/Tx02p01O1iI/AAAAAAAAARs/xnugMISG8a0/s1600/Age+of+Iron.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hsrd8qhVGjk/Tx02p01O1iI/AAAAAAAAARs/xnugMISG8a0/s320/Age+of+Iron.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A friend of mine tossed aside this book because she said it’s too depressing which also explains why it took me two years to read a J.M. Coetzee masterpiece. But the wait is all worth it. If I read it much earlier, I wouldn’t have the patience to finish it or even go past through the 10th page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned on Goodreads, Age of Iron is not a book for everyone, as far as I’m concerned. It is quite heavy on emotions as well as in intellect. The way Coetzee weaved his words is like swimming into the endless ends of the ocean. It is teeming, and I mean teeming, with metaphors…but in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age of Iron is a letter written by a mother to her daughter. Mrs. Curren is a South African who is staring at the death’s door because of cancer. Her daughter has fled the atrocities of South Africa and married in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone, Mrs. Curren, a former teacher, interacts with her servant and a hostile stranger who took refuge in her house. The mother in Mrs. Curren was not lost as she even looks after the people who chose to stay in her home even without invitation. She detests how her country turned out to be but strongly disagrees with any violence in dealing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the scenes are graphic that they pierce through the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is very visual and unapologetic. I can easily get past the scenes with dialogues but when Mrs. Curren starts talking to her daughter, I sometimes get lost finding my mind wandering somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “supporting characters” each received their own time to shine. They are very well explored and one can actually feel what they are feeling. However, Mr. Vercueil is my favourite because even if he seems not to care, he is he only person left who truly care for Mrs. Curren’s feelings even if they are not related by blood or even by friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age of Iron by J.M. Coetzee may be a sad, complicated, and filled with emotions book but it’s one of those stories that I’d like to revisit in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-55647367791762412?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/55647367791762412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/55647367791762412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2012/01/age-of-iron-by-jm-coetzee_23.html' title='Age of Iron by J.M. Coetzee'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hsrd8qhVGjk/Tx02p01O1iI/AAAAAAAAARs/xnugMISG8a0/s72-c/Age+of+Iron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-1014166015088753244</id><published>2012-01-13T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:38:05.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jean Craighead George'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie of the Wolves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eskimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wolves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miyax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newberry Medal'/><title type='text'>Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vYry0aRYe8Q/TxAzK051RHI/AAAAAAAAARk/i3s_lIFv02Y/s1600/Julie_of_the_Wolves.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vYry0aRYe8Q/TxAzK051RHI/AAAAAAAAARk/i3s_lIFv02Y/s320/Julie_of_the_Wolves.gif" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always have apprehensions inreading a book that concerns animals. I’m such a cry baby but a Newberryaward-winning book is hard to pass up. I’m glad I didn’t cry but still, therewas sadness after I put the book&amp;nbsp;down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Julie of the Wolves by JeanCraighead George was first printed in 1970 and classified under the young adultgenre. But I believe that the topic and emotional effect may be quite intensefor the youth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Miyax (Julie) is a 13-year-old Eskimogirl who is forced to grow up so soon. She lost her mother, her father, and herchildhood, in that particular order. She found herself in the cuddles of a wolfpack after running away from a life she didn’t want to live. Alone in thewilderness, she applied everything she learned from her father and learned newthings on her own. Her will to survive is simply admirable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Julie of the Wolves brings thereaders to the wilderness of &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Alaska&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.It is teeming with detailed description that helps me visualize how it is livingalone in such a cold country. It also tells of the now fading Eskimo culture, traditions, and lifestyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book is heavy with emotions:from happy, desperate, sadness, and grief. I wonder how children can handlesuch deep feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Initially, I find the book a bitslow but when it came to the second part, the retelling of Miyax’s childhood, Ikind of got the hang of it finding it hard to put the book down. I'm also happy that the author gave generous "exposure" to the wolves, my favorite species on earth. (This is one of the reasons I picked up this book.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For me, Craighead Georgesuccessfully made her point in tackling how the environment and society arechanging. I find it brave of the author to discuss the perils hunting brings towild species like the wolves with young adult as audience. It’s not preachythough and lessons learned are not forced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel that it truly deserves theNewberry Medal honor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-1014166015088753244?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1014166015088753244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1014166015088753244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2012/01/julie-of-wolves-by-jean-craighead.html' title='Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vYry0aRYe8Q/TxAzK051RHI/AAAAAAAAARk/i3s_lIFv02Y/s72-c/Julie_of_the_Wolves.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-8308012247836794394</id><published>2012-01-13T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T19:10:02.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Process Recess 2: Portfolio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Jean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fully Booked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fables: Covers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xoxo: Hugs and Kisses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Process Recess 3: The Hallowed Seam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindling: 12 Removable Prints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DC Comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Process Recess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebus'/><title type='text'>James Jean promotes new book in Manila</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHd2F3VCrJ4/TxAQh6Lbs7I/AAAAAAAAARc/2mExurLKkPQ/s1600/james-jean-aides.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHd2F3VCrJ4/TxAQh6Lbs7I/AAAAAAAAARc/2mExurLKkPQ/s400/james-jean-aides.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Photo from www.jamesjean.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not every day that an artist bares his universe to the people of the world. But famed Taiwanese-American artist James Jean did just that during his second visit to Manila early January to promote his new book “Rebus.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean did a series of talk aside from book signing at the De La Salle-College of St. Benilde, Taft Avenue, Manila, and Ateneo de Manila, Katipunan, Quezon City, sponsored by Fully Booked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean’s claim to fame is not just his long and shiny hair but the outstanding covers he did for DC Comics’ “Fables.” He said that doing the covers for seven years gave him a sense of “legitimacy” as an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alumna of School of Visual Arts of New York walked the audience on his art process: from start to finish, from sketches to finished product. He divided his “universe” into four stages: history/context, images/dreams, expression/representation, and observation/consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His system is “fed by the universe” and it starts with history/context. Thus, begins the fantastic world of Jean as an immigrant in New Jersey. “There is no culture there but the culture of comic books,” he said, which also explains the richness of his imagination that he can create out-of-ordinary worlds and mind-boggling kinds of species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His talent is his ticket to DC Comics creating covers that generated a cult following. Strangely, Jean took special mention of his janitor cover in “Fables” as one of his notable ones. “It’s incredible to be able to paint a janitor on the cover alongside the others,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean’s images/dreams come to life in his sketchbooks. “It’s a different experience (just) looking at sketchbooks,” he said. His sketches come from all over. He showed his sketch of a scene in a subway only the creatures are half-human and half-something else, a product of his imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of works he does is Jean’s way of expression/representation. He narrated how he works on his sketches by layering, coloring, and playing around different elements. “We’re reactive to that type of work,” he explained, “We do some additional installation to make it more alive and even complicated.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole spectrum of experience is articulated in observation/consumption. “I don’t like to constrain myself to just one thing,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean is seemingly unaffected by fame donning an all-black ensemble and sneakers while answering questions with wit, sarcasm, and sincerity. When asked by someone from the audience what he would be doing if he were not an artist, Jean replied: “I probably be doing Sasha Grey” which brought the house down. Sasha Grey modelled for Jean a couple of times. Sasha Grey is now a Hollywood celebrity after a stint in adult movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of his memorable works is the one he did with fashion label Prada. In 2007, Prada commissioned Jean to do the mural for the Prada Epicenter stores in New York and Los Angeles. His works was also used as backdrops for the label’s fashion pictorials. The following year, Jean developed an animated short, “Trembled Blossoms,” based on those works where he did the storyboard and visual development. Jean also did the cover for Gerard Way the rock band My Chemical Romance for the latter’s comic book titled “Umbrella Academy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there might be no chance for Jean to work with another artist because “I don’t like collaborating with anyone,” and gave no explanation for it without sounding rude or apologetic, just honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean is a star in his own right. He’s like a god who created these bizarre worlds of bizarre creatures. He received seven Eisner awards, three Harvey awards, two gold medals and a silver from the Society of Illustrators of Los Angeles, and a gold medal from the Society of Illustrators of New York. In 2006, he won Best Artist from the World Fantasy Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean credits his education at the SVA of New York for what he has become and what has been coming out of his imagination. “Art school affected a lot of what I do now,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also signified his intent on making his art “wearable” by applying them to fabrics or making them as pieces of jewelry. That’s what’s keeping him busy these days aside from gallery shows and artist talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean compiled all his illustrations and art and produced seven books: “Process Recess” (2005), “Process Recess 2: Portfolio” (2007), “Xoxo: Hugs and Kisses” (2008), “Fables: Covers” (2008), “Process Recess 3: The Hallowed Seam” (2009), “Kindling: 12 Removable Prints” (2009), “Rift” (2010), and the latest, “Rebus” (2011), all of which are available at Fully Booked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who needs to escape this world can just visit the less ordinary universe of James Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-8308012247836794394?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8308012247836794394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8308012247836794394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2012/01/james-jean-promotes-new-book-in-manila.html' title='James Jean promotes new book in Manila'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHd2F3VCrJ4/TxAQh6Lbs7I/AAAAAAAAARc/2mExurLKkPQ/s72-c/james-jean-aides.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-6235069810898432918</id><published>2012-01-01T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:05:38.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natalie Babbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gilmore Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alexis Bledel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuck Everlasting'/><title type='text'>Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGNC5lxy3og/TwA7q61OREI/AAAAAAAAARU/A9hNoKazWIY/s1600/tuckeverlasting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGNC5lxy3og/TwA7q61OREI/AAAAAAAAARU/A9hNoKazWIY/s320/tuckeverlasting.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I love most about young adult novels are their simplicity, being straight to the point, and they warm readers’ hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of the movie when I picked up &lt;i&gt;Tuck Everlasting&lt;/i&gt; by Natalie Babbit at Book Sale (for P10). It stars my favorite Alexis Bledel of the TV series &lt;i&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is brave for the author to introduce the idea of living forever to young adults. Death is a difficult subject to discuss with kids and so is immortality. The Tucks (Angus, Mae, Miles, &amp;amp; Jesse) were just doing fine until Winnie came to their lives. Winnie found Miles (or the other way around) while the latter is drinking from the “spring of life.” Mae and Jesse arrived and they just had to take Winnie away to their home. They explained how they all got to be hundred years old and never aged. They concluded that they got the gift/curse of immortality to that spring in the woods just near Winnie’s home. And they just had to keep it a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, fountain of youth is not a good idea. Living forever may be appealing at first but the consequences are just too daunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie’s short stay at the Tucks was enough for her to consider them her friends. They were all concerned of her welfare and happy to be of service to her. Everything seems to be going all right when the man in the yellow suit tried to blackmail Winnie’s family and the Tucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last part is a real page-turner. Even bookworms can feel the excitement and wanting to know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s both an uplifting and sad story. It’s for kids yes, but adults will enjoy, and hopefully learn, something from it too. I know I love a book when I kiss it as soon as I turn the last page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-6235069810898432918?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/6235069810898432918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/6235069810898432918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2012/01/tuck-everlasting-by-natalie-babbit.html' title='Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbit'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGNC5lxy3og/TwA7q61OREI/AAAAAAAAARU/A9hNoKazWIY/s72-c/tuckeverlasting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-7059490544625919964</id><published>2011-12-04T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T22:09:22.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Before Ever After'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil Gaiman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Eddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samantha Sotto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Samantha Sotto on Before Ever After</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mthbv8GhpT0/TtsfGWQf-gI/AAAAAAAAARI/2NHJc82FJcE/s1600/Before+Ever+After.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mthbv8GhpT0/TtsfGWQf-gI/AAAAAAAAARI/2NHJc82FJcE/s1600/Before+Ever+After.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Filipino author Samantha Sotto’s fans can now breathe a sigh of relief. Her best-selling book “Before Ever After” survived the dreaded “Once upon a time” opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sotto is a Communications graduate of Ateneo de Manila University and her love for reading books is something she grew up with.“I can’t remember a time that I wasn’t reading stories or being told stories by my parents,” she relates. “I would say that they were the ones who nurtured my love for books and storytelling.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The success of the book is phenomenal to think that she wrote the novel just to while away her time in a coffee shop. Other best-selling authors described the book as “a page-turner, romantic, exquisitely written, and inventively told.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sotto is a full-time mom and she drives her son to school coast to coast, all the way from Paranaque to Katipunan. “I could save up on gas and toll fees if I just wait for three hours,” she says during the book’s launch at National Bookstore Glorietta 5 last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sotto is a natural-born reader so she decided to come up with her own story and her own characters drawing up inspiration from her travels to Europe and from the tomes she read in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t think about the technicalities of writing when I wrote the book,” Sotto explains. “I just wanted to tell a story. It was a matter of putting one word in front of another.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sotto feels that the biggest challenge she met while writing the books was trying to figure out how to start. “I stared at a blank page for a long time,” she says. “At one point, I thought of writing ‘Once upon a time’.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the process of writing the book which took one school year and three months, Sotto consciously didn’t read any book because she didn’t want to “inadvertently copy someone else’s style.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes renowned authors David Eddings and Neil Gaiman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sotto confesses that as a writer, she is so connected with her characters especially Max and Shelley. “Before Ever After” is “a modern fairy tale about true love, happy endings, new beginnings, and everything in between.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She admits that writing interesting characters wasn’t in her agenda but to write believable ones. “In order to make them feel authentic, I tried to give them flaws, strengths, and quirks. As I got deeper into the story, they felt so real to me that I eavesdropped on their conversations and wrote down what they said.”&lt;br /&gt;“The book is a platypus—it crosses over genres,” Sotto explains. “It has elements of history, fantasy, mystery and humor, but at its core, it is a love story. (I probably should have added a song and dance number while I was at it.)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book also travels to various places in Europe aside of course from its romantic angle and recipes. Sotto tried to remember her travels there with her family and sought the help Google maps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sotto let her mother read the first draft. “I would not have written this book if not for her,” Sotto shares, “She’s sort of my editor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked what’s her favorite part of the book, Sotto jokes, “You mean apart from typing ‘The End’?”&amp;nbsp;Sotto says she loves the chapter about Slovenia. It’s the one of the darkest parts of the book. “It was a challenge to write. I felt a huge sense of accomplishment when I finished it,” she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if she was already writing the book, virtually visiting places in Europe, and including flaws in her characters, it was not until she finished it that Sotto thought of having it published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sotto couldn’t contain her happiness during the launch. She struggled in her first sentence and finally shed a tear on the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I feel like I’m in an episode of The Twilight Zone,” Sotto says. “I’m overwhelmed and humbled by all the support I’ve been receiving. But while I am grateful for it, I also feel that it adds a lot of pressure. I wrote the book for myself and my husband and I pursued publishing it for our children. I thought that when the book came out, my job would be done. Now that people write to me and tell me how my story has inspired them, I feel that I need to work extra hard so that I won’t let them down.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Published in Sunday Inquirer Magazine, October 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-7059490544625919964?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7059490544625919964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7059490544625919964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2011/12/samantha-sotto-on-before-ever-after.html' title='Samantha Sotto on Before Ever After'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mthbv8GhpT0/TtsfGWQf-gI/AAAAAAAAARI/2NHJc82FJcE/s72-c/Before+Ever+After.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-572693105194822451</id><published>2011-12-01T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T22:10:09.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic Book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gerry Alanguilan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elmer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Bookstore'/><title type='text'>Alanguilan's Elmer reaps awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFLliQzXZfw/TtjM98k-foI/AAAAAAAAARA/jYMl_94yUT8/s1600/Elmer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFLliQzXZfw/TtjM98k-foI/AAAAAAAAARA/jYMl_94yUT8/s320/Elmer.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What if chickens demand equality?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, comic book writer and creator Gerry Alanguilan just got curious of the language of chickens which then led him to create “Elmer.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Elmer” won the Prix Asie-ACBD (Best Asian Comic Book Award) and recently, the Quai des Bulles-Ouest France. The Prix Asie-ACBD is given by the Association des Critiques et des journalists de Bande Dessinee, a group of French comic critics and journalists, to outstanding comic creations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The comic book is about a family of chickens and their struggle for acceptance and equality in the human world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I’ve always been fascinated with chickens,” Gerry said. “When I was a kid, I even had a pet chicken named Solano. Every time I passed by a group of chickens, they look paranoid, indignant and I always have this curiosity of what could they be saying?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It inspired Gerry to create a series of comic strip titled “Stupid Chicken Stories” which was based on his own experience with chickens. That one idea sparked many questions. “What would they say? What if they know their history in the world that they are bred for food? What would they say?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gerry lives in San Pablo City, Laguna, a fairly rural area where chickens mingle with humans within a farmyard. That one day when Gerry’s rich imagination played more tricks on him was the birth of “Elmer.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“That process of analyzing myself sparked the process of writing the book,” Gerry said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But “Elmer” is not about preaching animal rights or animal welfare or even compassion for animals. It is about family, acceptance, wit, reality, world domination, issues, and simply about a son named Jake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake is Elmer’s son, a nearly prodigal or rebellious son who is full of angst and is having a hard time accepting chickens’ co-existence with humans. Many teenagers can probably relate to Jake which Gerry said has a teeny-weeny semblance of him. Jake’s parents narrowly escaped human fury. A human who eventually becomes Elmer’s best-friend saved them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Gerry started writing “Elmer,” he initially wanted to deviate from drawing inspiration from his life. “Most of my works are (already) based on my personal experience,” he explained. “So, I really wanted to create something completely from my imagination, purely fictional but I realized that I won’t be able to help it.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The characters are all interesting enough for readers to want to know more about, say Francis or May, Jake’s siblings. “I assigned different personalities to each of them without revealing so much,” he said. That will help make people to turn the pages faster than they wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Francis is good-looking, perhaps the most open-minded, a celebrity in his own right, but is he gay? That, Gerry left unanswered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gerry is known to be a very detailed artist. “Elmer’s” drawings are too meticulous and elaborate not to notice. “I’ve always drawn that way maybe because of my influences including Alfredo Alcala, and Bernie Wrightson,” he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gerry always go for the best, not for good or better outcome, always the best. “When I’m doing my own comic books I always think how am I able to improve it more based on my own personal standards. I’m really pushing it and work harder than I could.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gerry published “Elmer’s” first edition though his Komikero Publishing. This second edition is published by National Bookstore which will help distribute it mainstream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Elmer” is available at all National Bookstore branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Published in the Philippine Daily Inquirer, December 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-572693105194822451?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/572693105194822451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=572693105194822451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/572693105194822451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/572693105194822451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2011/12/alanguilans-elmer-reaps-awards.html' title='Alanguilan&apos;s Elmer reaps awards'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFLliQzXZfw/TtjM98k-foI/AAAAAAAAARA/jYMl_94yUT8/s72-c/Elmer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-972697777621049370</id><published>2011-08-05T09:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T09:48:19.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About a Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver Platt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie Holmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Eating Gilbert Grape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pieces of April'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter Hedges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Map of the World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patricia Clarkson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='independent film'/><title type='text'>Pieces of April</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://babbleon5.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/pieces_of_april.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://babbleon5.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/pieces_of_april.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I’m not a huge Katie Holmes fan or more aptly, I’m not a Katie Holmes fan. But there is one movie that piqued my interest when I was channel surfing one night which stars Katie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;From the cinematography (or maybe just a hunch), I knew Pieces of April is an independent film. It stars Holmes (April), Patricia Clarkson (Joy, mom), and Oliver Platt (Jim, dad). Peter Hedges who wrote the screenplay of favorites like About a Boy, What’s Eating Gilbert Grape, and A Map of the World also wrote and directed the movie. It's his directorial début.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;April is an outcast in the family having been involved in drugs and has been wanting attention from her parents. You know, the usual rebel eldest child. She’s the exact opposite of her younger sister who plays the good daughter and she is not as talented as her brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;April tries hard to prepare a Thanksgiving dinner to reach out to her ailing mother who is very hesitant to go to New York. Jim is the good dad who wants to give his eldest daughter a chance and persuades the whole family to just go along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;April learns a thing or two when she found out that her oven is broken. She asks help from her neighbors and found new friends with Eugene and Evette. April learns people can get along even with language barrier and other cultural differences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The family’s journey from Pennsylvania is as colorful. Joy makes a lot of excuses just to delay the trip. They make a lot of stops and even held a burial service for a ran-over animal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally, the family reaches the suburban Manhattan. Surprised at the rough neighborhood and learning that April’s boyfriend is black; the whole family went away leaving her devastated and disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;April shared her Thanksgiving meal to her neighbors instead. But after a while, her family returned and that’s how they picked up the broken pieces of the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I like the simplicity and familiarity of the movie. I think that’s the common denominator among indie films. There is always that “I can totally relate” or “I knew it happened to someone I know” feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Every scene resonates reality but without that heavy and sorry feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Katie is, yes, still Katie. But I love the way she handled the character. A known fashion icon, Katie dressed down in the movie with all that rock chic emo get-up. Patricia’s and Oliver’s performances are “awesomeness” to the highest level. For a while I thought they were my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s that one beautiful indie movie that doesn’t need to show skin or is not about sex. It makes me believe that indie films don’t need an “R” rating to be awesome. Or it doesn’t have to be tragic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-972697777621049370?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/972697777621049370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=972697777621049370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/972697777621049370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/972697777621049370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/pieces-of-april_05.html' title='Pieces of April'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-7106996246216928127</id><published>2011-08-04T09:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T09:37:43.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Central Terminal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoky Mountain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andy Mulligan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribblestrop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultural Center of the Philippines'/><title type='text'>Andy Mulligan writes gripping novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N0N2GxU6S-w/Tjnv1yw6gzI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1jzdkfJ9ic8/s1600/Trash.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N0N2GxU6S-w/Tjnv1yw6gzI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1jzdkfJ9ic8/s320/Trash.jpeg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Mr. Mulligan, I read your book and it’s ‘Trash’,” joked British author Andy Mulligan during the launch of his latest book titled “Trash” in National Bookstore Glorietta 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The book is far from trash. In fact, it is what Mulligan described it to be: gripping and a page-turner. “Trash” is noticeably set in the Philippines with places like Smoky Mountain and Central Terminal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“It’s a book that picks you up and takes you to new and interesting places,” Mulligan said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Trash” talks about three dumpsite boys who stumbled upon something important in the mountain of trash where they live. A few days later after the discovery, police came and looked for the bag. Fear led to more fear which takes the boys to places.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mulligan is a teacher at the British School of Manila. In one of the school’s visits in depressed areas, he stumbled upon this dumpsite which he vividly described in the book. He calls it Behala. “The piles stack up, you could climb for ever, and many people do…up and down, into the valleys. The mountains go right from the docks to the marshes, one whole long world of steaming trash,” states a passage in the book. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“I think it is socially realistic and certainly not fantasy,” Mulligan said. “I think the world that I described is a real one;the boys and the events are real. I was confronted by the dumpsite and it’s not something that I can get out of my imagination.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;While the setting is obviously in the Philippines, it was not specifically mentioned in the book, because Mulligan believes that: “The problems that Manila or even the Philippines has, like poverty, corruption, and child exploitation, those problems are in every city and probably in every country in the world.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“I didn’t ever sit down to write a book that commented on the culture or politics of the Philippines,” he explained. “I sat down to write a book that was about issues that affect the entire developing world very acutely.” Mulligan added that he doesn’t want people to be distracted by thinking about the book being specific to Manila.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mulligan was brought up in London. He was a theater director for 10 years. His travels to Asia prompted him to retrain as a teacher. He taught English and drama in Britain, Brazil, India, and the Philippines.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Once the idea gets to your brain, you don’t know what to do with it,” he said. “My imagination is inclined to write about areas where there are going to be issues and difficulties.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;While one of the protagonists is based very firmly on a boy Mulligan met in the dumpsite, the other one is loosely based on a child he met in Calcutta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“I wanted the story to be universal,” Mulligan added.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“I steal inspiration from those I meet. Likewise, the landscape of the novels—the rich areas, the poor areas, the dumpsite, the graveyard, the island—are all landscapes I’ve stolen from the country that I happen to be living in,” he added.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mulligan just wanted to tell a story. If something good comes out of it or if the government takes notice, that is not something he intended to do, he said. “I’m actually nervous how people will receive my book and the story,” he shared.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mulligan has also written the children’s book “Ribblestrop.” It’s about a completely dysfunctional boarding school and is more fun and less serious stuff.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The departure from something light and going to a heavier subject did not create any trouble for Mulligan. “Transition is quite easy,” he said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mulligan confesses to “hating” boring books which probably helped in writing “Trash.” Every page reveals a secret which makes it a real page-turner. “I write something that is enjoyable.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Published in the Philippine Daily Inquirer in October 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-7106996246216928127?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7106996246216928127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=7106996246216928127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7106996246216928127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7106996246216928127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/nervous-author-writes-gripping-novel.html' title='Andy Mulligan writes gripping novel'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N0N2GxU6S-w/Tjnv1yw6gzI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1jzdkfJ9ic8/s72-c/Trash.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-6368762421330699421</id><published>2011-08-03T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T09:38:51.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fallen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranormal romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren Kate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Bookstore'/><title type='text'>Lauren Kate in Manila take two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0mFr3jYQMJA/Tjilgg2wr8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9eDXGEnwzhI/s1600/Lauren%2BKate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0mFr3jYQMJA/Tjilgg2wr8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9eDXGEnwzhI/s320/Lauren%2BKate.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo from National Bookstore Facebook page&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I THINK that magical realism is kind of the grandparent of paranormal romance,” said best-selling author &lt;b&gt;Lauren Kate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://laurenkatebooks.net/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; during her visit to Manila recently. “The way that things happen in (Gabriel Garcia) Marquez’s books, without explanation, is just something extraordinary. I think it’s a very gutsy way of writing and I really admire that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren also revealed that critically acclaimed novels “The Great Gatsby” (F. Scott Fitzgerald) and “One Hundred Years of Solitude” (Marquez) are two of the books that she found the most inspiration in writing “Fallen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren’s books explore the paranormal romance genre but instead of vampires, she opted to have angels and demons as main characters. “Passion” is the latest installment in her “Fallen” series. The cover may give something about what’s in store for the readers: there is a glimpse of Luce’s (protagonist) face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is the book where Luce begins to see a lot more of her identity so in some ways it makes sense to show more about her,” Lauren said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the earlier book (“Torment”), Luce wanted to know more about her past life because something about it hinders her happiness with Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title suggests, the book is teeming with passion and love between Luce and Daniel. And Lauren is also excited of the revelations in the book. “It’s going to be a big moment for her and I’m so proud of how she handled that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In effect, Lauren is the god of all these characters having created them with her imagination but still “they surprise me with each new book,” she said. She confessed how she struggled with Luce in the beginning but Lauren also grew with her protagonist.  &lt;br /&gt;But how does she keep her characters interesting? “The writer has to care about and believe in them,” she explained. “It’s not that hard because (for me) they come alive so when they surprise me, I know they are interesting.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And has Luce surprised her in this book? “At this point, they (characters) are writing themselves and their (Luce and Daniel) relationship is really inspiring for me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Passion” is more like a “prequel” as the story goes back thousands of years spanning different countries. It tells of Luce’s “reincarnations” through time and how those lives affect her destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “Fallen” series was borne out of curiosity with a single verse in the Bible. She related that during her graduate studies in Creative Writing, they were required to read the Bible as a narrative. One part on the Book of Genesis, specifically about angels being attracted to women, piqued her interest. As a writer, Lauren saw that the plot of angels giving up their immortality for human love would make for an interesting read. And her judgment didn’t fail her as proof of the audience’s response to her books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This early, Lauren is excited about the last of the series, “Rapture.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If ‘Passion’ is the most romantic, ‘Rapture’ is the greatest adventure,” Lauren said. “There are more at stake; the most will be revealed and it’s going to be interesting the way the characters will come together in this book. There’s a real unity even among the angels and demons in a refreshing new way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fallen” ranked No. 3 in The New York Times Bestseller’s List just a few months after its release. The success of “Fallen” spilled over to the second book, “Torment,” as it debuted in No. 1 on the same list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was her second visit to Manila following a successful book launch at National Bookstore in November last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“&lt;b&gt;Passion&lt;/b&gt;” is available at National Bookstore and published by Random House Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published in Philippine Daily Inquirer, July 29, 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-6368762421330699421?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6368762421330699421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=6368762421330699421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/6368762421330699421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/6368762421330699421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/passion-author-in-manila.html' title='Lauren Kate in Manila take two'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0mFr3jYQMJA/Tjilgg2wr8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9eDXGEnwzhI/s72-c/Lauren%2BKate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-1170838072970429617</id><published>2011-08-02T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T19:32:34.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><title type='text'>I heart Philippines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-csuXCJLGvUg/TjfgB2pwEDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UjofHLwP6rA/s1600/River1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-csuXCJLGvUg/TjfgB2pwEDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UjofHLwP6rA/s320/River1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I can’t be the ideal ambassador for my country because there are many things that I still don’t like about, well, the way it’s being ran. But I love my country to bits. I love its geographical location, the tropical weather, the beaches even if I’m not a beach bum, and most especially the food, the diversity of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was a bit surprised, well not surprised really, when a media person talked about all the humiliating and embarrassing everyday things Filipinos do during a round-table press lunch recently with a Hong Kong national. Lest he forgot, the Manila hostage crisis put a dent on our relationship with Hong Kong and China so the least we need is another bad publicity. Oh well, I know the person so why should I be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from this day on, I’m resurrecting this blog and will try to write about the wonderful things happening in my country. I’m not a hypocrite, I’m obsessed with Europe and its culture but instead of putting down my country, I’ll follow European countries’ example of highlighting what is good in their shores and tell them  to the world. Pardon my sloppy writing but I just want to salvage my country from all the bad publicity it gets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-1170838072970429617?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1170838072970429617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=1170838072970429617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1170838072970429617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1170838072970429617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-heart-philippines.html' title='I heart Philippines'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-csuXCJLGvUg/TjfgB2pwEDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UjofHLwP6rA/s72-c/River1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-7871711453897304639</id><published>2011-05-15T18:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:42:30.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Code of Kalantiao'/><title type='text'>‘Doubting’ on Fake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUMT48CXbII/TjfWy2WWjhI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TId0f4lfx_o/s1600/fake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="1" width="1" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUMT48CXbII/TjfWy2WWjhI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TId0f4lfx_o/s320/fake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw on Facebook that today is the last day of &lt;i&gt;Fake&lt;/i&gt;, a play by Floy Quintos as part of UP Playwright’s Theatre’s 25th anniversary. I immediately grabbed my mobile phone and reserved two tickets for me and my nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think “Fake” wanted us to be more discerning (less gullible) than become cynical. It tells the story of Miguel (Gerard Pizarras), a man in his 30s who lives in cynicism. He was not as skeptical as he is now when he was a young boy (Ross Pesigan). But he felt he was deceived by the same person he looked up to, Jose Marco (Joel Lamangan). Jose Marco claims to have discovered the Code of Kalantiao—it is a set of laws written (and enforced) by a Visayan datu before the Philippines was colonized by various countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was his claim to fame until American historian William Henry Scott (Paul Holme) found some loopholes in the story during a visit to Jose Marco’s house. Miguel witnessed the “inquisition” with Concepcion (Ces Quesada), Jose Marco’s wife, weeping in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping Alya Honasan would play the female lead but Ces Quesada’s performance blew me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play was divided into two acts. The first act was set in the Mountain of Revelations where Miguel had a long discussion with Sister Emily (Shamaine Buencamino), a “visionary.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on with the cast of characters but the real meat of the story (as far as I’m concerned) is not just about the Code of Kalantiao being an epic hoax but how do people separate as well as mix fact and fiction. It happens in the world now where people would rather live in fiction to escape the harsh realities of life and make it a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But “Fake” is also a fusion of fact and fiction. To quote the souvenir program: “Though the National Historical Institute officially declared the Code of Kalantiao a hoax only in 1998.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hoax “Fake” presented is the “discovery” of a tribe called Tasadays but in 1986, Swiss anthropologist and journalist Oswald Iten made an investigation and yielded the secret of another deception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I’ve mentioned, Quesada blew me away. From the clarity of the words to the timely drop of tears, I was just speechless. Another actor who really made me love theater more is Holme. It’s theater yes and actors are expected to exaggerate in their acting but Holme’s acting was so natural and believable. (Read: effortless)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-7871711453897304639?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7871711453897304639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7871711453897304639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2011/05/doubting-on-fake.html' title='‘Doubting’ on Fake'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUMT48CXbII/TjfWy2WWjhI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TId0f4lfx_o/s72-c/fake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-6258821380440782881</id><published>2011-04-23T11:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:04:34.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>Staycation reading list</title><content type='html'>THERE are people who choose to stay home on summer vacation instead of going on a trip because they just feel like it. It’s not about the budget or the time; there are just those times when staying at home just feels good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 months of school or years of uninterrupted work routine, staying and “getting to know” every nook and cranny of the house seems to be a good idea. But there will come a time when you’ll get bored. That’s the cue that one has to catch up on reading. There are so many books but so little time so now that there’s time, make the most out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some recommended titles to make that vacation productive without having to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jwk90pRGrTk/TbKpFPEOoMI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WbkhmC2Bvw0/s1600/On%2BActing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jwk90pRGrTk/TbKpFPEOoMI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WbkhmC2Bvw0/s320/On%2BActing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598723194183655618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On Acting by Sir Laurence Olivier&lt;br /&gt;Most of the contents of the book delve on the outstanding actor’s life, well, as an actor. He narrates how he started in the business and how he felt about taking that journey to becoming the great actor’s actor. Olivier talked about the stories behind his greatest performances and how he prepared for them. Among his favorite characters include Richard III, Henry V, Shylock, and of course, Hamlet. The good thing about the book is that Olivier would give advice without being preachy or authoritative. He gives lucid details which would make a reader feel that he/she is with the actor when the scene is happening. It is also filled with emotions, anticipation, frustration, and most of the time, triumph. As the book’s blurb says, this book should be in every actor’s shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Einstein’s Wife: Work and Marriage in the Lives of Five Great Twentieth-Century Women by Andrea Gabor&lt;br /&gt;This is sort of a compact biography of five influential women who, one way or another helped their husbands advance in their career. While their lives were colorful, there were sad moments too. For one, Mileva Maric (Albert Einstein's first wife) endured so much of the genius’ shortcomings but she chose to stand by him. But the book ended on a high note with American judge Sandra Day O’Connor’s (who recently retired) life in the judiciary and a wife to her loving husband. This book is truly inspiring and a book that can be read over and over. Other personalities featured in the book are artist Lee Krasner, architect Denise Scott Brown, and Nobel Prize-winning physicist Maria Goeppert Mayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9L077NXWBxE/TbKpYRbpmJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/TmR35MqQ4n4/s1600/The%2BPowers%2BThat%2BBe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9L077NXWBxE/TbKpYRbpmJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/TmR35MqQ4n4/s320/The%2BPowers%2BThat%2BBe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598723521236277394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Powers That Be by David Halberstam&lt;br /&gt;If you’re the reader who likes history at its best, this one’s the book to devour. The two-inch thick book with almost 6 points font size is so rich in detail about America’s news and media organizations. There is so much drama, conspiracy, and power-grabbing that would make the reader think he/she is reading fiction. This is no fiction. Halberstam used his journalistic skill in doing the research for the book which took years. The book is quite long but every minute is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Milosevic: A Biography by Adam Lebor&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who is fascinated by the post-USSR history will definitely love this book. Although, the book tells of the complicated life of Slobodan Milosevic and his family, there are snippets of other countries’ role in freeing Yugoslavia. This also mirrors the chaos happening in the Middle East today. Milosevic is depicted in the book, which is mostly based on interviews, as a loner but a dedicated family man. There are interviews of his wife and a significant part also deals with his son’s tumultuous life. The climax of the book is when Milosevic’s power began to crumble. The drama and the action are sometimes overwhelming that the reader can almost feel Yugoslav’s pain, frustration, and anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Decline and Fall of the House of Windsor by Donald Spoto&lt;br /&gt;Who is not fascinated with the life of the British royalties? While Donald Spoto decided to dwell more on scandals, this is still a fascinating read because of the colorful characters and juicy details. The author started with the rise of Queen Victoria to power and ends with the turbulent life of Princess Diana. While the Britain’s monarch is already an open book, this read can help you while away time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RUlujtPs6Bc/TbKpp2of2MI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4-ACbZ33C7U/s1600/Work%2BWould%2BBe%2Bgreat.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RUlujtPs6Bc/TbKpp2of2MI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4-ACbZ33C7U/s320/Work%2BWould%2BBe%2Bgreat.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598723823280052418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Work Would be Great If It Weren’t for the People by Ronna Lichtenberg&lt;br /&gt;This book is not about any personality or celebrity but that ordinary person that lingers in the office: corporate insect (page 65). Lichtenberg’s wacky portrayals of those who make employees lives miserable will elicit a smile and oftentimes a laugh. There will be moments when you would think, it sounds like it’s him…or the situation is so familiar. You’ll also learn some new terms such as memologist (page 43) or that person who likes to write memos for no reason at all; there is also someone who has a blame-avoiding personality (page 117). The book, while more on advice and real life situations, is outright hilarious. It’s a must read to those who are just a year away from joining the corporate world to prepare them for real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare that favorite spot in the house and start reading. Reading can bring you to other worlds and get a glimpse of other people’s lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-6258821380440782881?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6258821380440782881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=6258821380440782881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/6258821380440782881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/6258821380440782881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/staycation-reading-list.html' title='Staycation reading list'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jwk90pRGrTk/TbKpFPEOoMI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WbkhmC2Bvw0/s72-c/On%2BActing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-1857506028325428991</id><published>2011-02-01T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T09:22:58.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tanghalang Huseng Batute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birute Mar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skyx Labastilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monodrama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultural Center of the Philippines'/><title type='text'>First taste of monodrama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq2vMlugYrw/TZhtbViaIPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NhY0crVE2J8/s1600/Queen%2BKong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq2vMlugYrw/TZhtbViaIPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NhY0crVE2J8/s320/Queen%2BKong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591339253785829618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Photographs courtesy by Nina Jazmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time to watch a monodrama and I’m glad I did say yes to my friend’s invite for Monodrama Manila in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After grabbing seats and the proverbial speeches and opening remarks (which were short thankfully), the first of the two featured monodrama started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Skyx Labastilla&lt;/span&gt; opened &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Monodrama Manila&lt;/span&gt; at Cultural Center of the Philippines’ Tanghalang Huseng Batute with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Queen Kong&lt;/span&gt;. Labastilla owned the stage from the moment she stepped in. I was glued and she captured me. Well, maybe because it was my first time and I wanted to savor every scene and every word. She changed from character to character to character. Her voice pierced through every tissue of my ear which is a good thing because I fully understood every word she said…but then, about 50 percent of the dialogue is Visayan. Nevertheless, she was able to make me understand the predicament of an overseas Filipino worker who had to deal with her husband’s philandering and her children’s caprices for material wealth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Queen Kong&lt;/span&gt; was written by Fray Paolo Maria Diosdado Casurao Y Granados of the Institute of Drama for the Development of Peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KTIpFYzTAJQ/TZhuTTWCO7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/4gE5TudOmqE/s1600/Antigone_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KTIpFYzTAJQ/TZhuTTWCO7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/4gE5TudOmqE/s320/Antigone_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591340215269735346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second monodrama was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Antigone &lt;/span&gt;and was presented by acclaimed Lithuanian theater actor &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Birute Mar&lt;/span&gt;. She also wrote the script and directed it. Sans language barrier, Mar did not only own the stage but she owned me. Unfortunately, the act was in Lithuanian which according to the synopsis given before the program said is one of the oldest (living) Indoeuropean languages so there’s no way I could ever understand what she’s saying. Epic sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when my mind would go astray, Mar would recapture my attention with her powerful delivery of lines. I’m also amazed at the different “eerie, dark, and chilling” background screen images. Sometimes, the screen images stole the show from Mar, well at least for me. I also had a hard time determining if Mar had already shifted to the different (six) characters but that was easily solved when she changed the timbre of her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Antigone &lt;/span&gt;is a monoperformance based on the classical Ancient tragedy of Sophocles.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first taste of watching monodrama made me yearn for more and I hope the International Theater Institute Monodrama Forum will stage more of this in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-1857506028325428991?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1857506028325428991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1857506028325428991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-taste-of-monodrama.html' title='First taste of monodrama'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq2vMlugYrw/TZhtbViaIPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NhY0crVE2J8/s72-c/Queen%2BKong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-4663766999655864855</id><published>2010-10-09T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T01:15:17.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elderly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Inquirer Magazine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='causes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social worker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seniors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hands On Manila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antipolo City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kanlungan ni Maria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Department of Social Welfare and Development'/><title type='text'>Hope for the elderly</title><content type='html'>Two years ago, Sunday Inquirer Magazine came up with a gift-giving issue that featured different organizations supporting different causes. I was specifically asked not to write about animal welfare because I’ve been writing about it for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already knew what I wanted to write (and wanted to give exposure to) that time; it’s the cause I’ve long wanted to support but for some reason I was unable to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched the web for organizations that support the elderly and I arrived at &lt;a href="http://www.handsonmanila.org.ph/"&gt;Hands On Manila&lt;/a&gt;. I initially considered the shelter in Paranaque but later decided against it because it was too far. The name Kanlungan ni Maria struck me and dialed the number right away without realizing it’s in Antipolo. The staff of Hands On Manila immediately linked me to Fr. Uldarico “Dari” Dioquino of Kanlungan ni Maria and the visit was set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it’s going to be depressing. I’ve heard stories about shelters or nursing homes to be really sad. The seniors were left there by their families but I was not prepared for the heartache after I interviewed one of them. Yes, I cried on my way to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking after the elderly is not just a Filipino thing but a part of the Asian culture. In most Koreanovelas, one can’t help but notice how Koreans respect the old, their word, and most of the time the last decision come from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is perhaps one of the reasons putting the elderly in a nursing home is still a touchy issue for Filipinos. The mere idea of sending parents or grandparents to nursing homes may elicit disapproval from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are close to 20 elders staying at Kanlungan for several reasons. Most are abandoned and was referred by the Department of Social Welfare and Development (DSWD). Father Dari is grateful for the volunteers and donors who consistently send donations and help so the nursing home can accommodate more elderly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanlungan ni Maria opened its doors to seniors on May 1, 2002. It has already looked after and cared for at least 60 seniors aged 60 to 88. Some of them managed to reunite with their families while the others have passed away without a glimpse from their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day at Kanlungan starts with a Mass with Father Dari. Social workers and volunteers take the elderly for a walk within the subdivision. Many able seniors help out in household chores and this is one good exercise so they can feel that they are still able and can do things. In this way, they retain their self-respect and self-confidence forgetting the idea of self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurses check on them twice a day, giving them their medicines. Several social workers are hired to take care of the seniors’ needs such as feeding and bathing.  Board games, TV, knitting, and reading make the seniors busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Dari said that God provides even in the most uncertain times. When their resources are already depleting someone would give them almost the exact amount they need. Many Filipinos have a good heart and donate food. There were celebrities, according to Father Dari, who chose to spend their birthdays with the elderly. Other donors drop in with adult diapers, toiletries, fruits, bread, or just about anything that the seniors need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the elderly need the most is socialization. Father Dari said, they would lit up when they see guests drop by. There are those who would tell their life story over and over again. They obviously miss their loved ones and they want to see more than the usual people at the shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Kanlungan wants to take in more elderly and help them feel loved and appreciated, the shelter cannot just take in walk-ins for legal reasons that is why Father Dari works closely with DSWD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other countries, nursing homes don’t have that much of a negative image. Families still visit their seniors regularly. Their culture does not condemn families who pass the caring to others. But the Philippines and Filipinos are not yet ready for that, for now. There is still resistance to the idea. It all depends on how people would like to look at it. Right now, the type of nursing homes the country has are not the retirement homes that families can bring their seniors and still visit regularly but only the ones for the abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you want to help, Kanlungan ni Maria is a non-stock, non-profit organization and is located at 17 Lanzones Road, Nayong Silangan, Antipolo City. Tel. No. 650-8102, mobile 0915-6002631. Email: kanlungannimaria@yahoo.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-4663766999655864855?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4663766999655864855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4663766999655864855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2010/10/hope-for-elderly.html' title='Hope for the elderly'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-7987840233209765657</id><published>2010-03-15T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T01:15:17.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virus attitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NCCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noel El Farol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gubu dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood spatter analysis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mervy Pueblo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metrobank Arts and Design Excellence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sculpture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Arts and science can go together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zpNIjhL1EQ/S52tSpiEnMI/AAAAAAAAADY/y2BCSWK6pkU/s1600-h/Mervy+Pueblo+in+Korea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zpNIjhL1EQ/S52tSpiEnMI/AAAAAAAAADY/y2BCSWK6pkU/s320/Mervy+Pueblo+in+Korea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448701660086181058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mpueblo.multiply.com/"&gt;Mervy Pueblo&lt;/a&gt;, 27, painter and sculptor who has a leaning on fusing arts and science. She excels on both but does not limit herself to one medium or discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pueblo’s fascination with science produced her notable works titled 'Fertile Breeding Ground 1 and 2' and 'Virus Attitude' where she exhibited “soft sculptures.” The soft sculptures were made from different types of fabrics stuffed with cotton and other soft or spongy materials. She tirelessly stitched them together unmindful of the monotony of the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pueblo admits that “sculpture [by itself] is not very popular to many art patrons.” This, she says, maybe because, “most could’ve felt the impersonal connection of the sculptors to their piece in varying medium compared to painters to their canvases.” Even if this maybe true, Pueblo excels in the discipline and now strongly advocates soft sculpture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She encourages art enthusiasts, or even ordinary people, to attend art gatherings and interact with the artists. “Talk to the sculptors. Feel free to ask us questions like how we carve, build, and cast our works, our inspirations, feelings and the challenges on each work and we would gladly accommodate your interest to our vocation,” she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zpNIjhL1EQ/S52tgN4LaBI/AAAAAAAAADg/uoj6o0kJ88E/s1600-h/Virus+Attitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zpNIjhL1EQ/S52tgN4LaBI/AAAAAAAAADg/uoj6o0kJ88E/s320/Virus+Attitude.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448701893180876818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pueblo holds a Bachelor of Fine Arts, Visual Communication degree from St. Scholastica’s College Manila.  She first worked in an advertising agency but was dismayed by the restrictions imposed by the nature of the work. She deems an artist who cannot practice her artistic freedom is somewhat abominable thus, so she decided to follow her heart and go fulltime as an artist. Pueblo is also a freelance art director and graphic design specialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was supposed to choose the medical field like most members of her family but the calling of the arts was so strong that she made a compromise with her father. “He gave his approval as long as I study in St. Scholastica or any exclusive girls’ school,” she relates lightheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In “Beyond Identification,” the inaugural exhibit of her works at the National Commission for Culture and Arts Gallery, Pueblo displayed her interest in science, particularly bloodstain spatter analysis (BPA), where she covered a large part of the gallery with sewn floating “blood spatters.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t mean to apply a shock factor,” she explains, “I just wanted to make people think, realize, and appreciate that art and science can mix. I want them to have a clinical feeling of the arts. I want to inspire people especially women that there are different art forms that we can do and do with all our best,” she says, adding, “I just want people to realize that when it comes to art there are no boundaries.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloodstain spatter analysis is used in the field of forensic medicine where investigators study and preserve “blood” data in a crime scene. This process may identify a pattern or the position of the victim who shed blood when the crime was committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Pueblo is getting more attention in this “unconventional” art form, she is also into sculpting other “hard” materials such as glass, granite, precious stones, and wood. In 2006, she created Black Mutation, which was made of constructed fabric, wood, and glass. She also carved The Gubu Dream in Vietnam in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a finalist for three consecutive years, from 2007 to 2009, in Metrobank Arts and Design Excellence (MADE), National Sculpture Competition. In 2006, she won a special citation from MADE in the same category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pueblo has participated in international exhibitions such as the 20th International Exhibition of Contemporary Sculpture 2009, Terminal 930, Miyazaki Airport Japan in 2009, 1st International Stone Sculpture Symposium-Penza, Russia 2008, 1st Mt. Taebaek International Snow Sculpting Exhibition 2008 in Taebaek City, Gangwon-do, Korea, 1st International Stone Sculpture Symposium Hai Phong Creation Camp 2007 Hai Phong Province, Vietnam, and Korea Art Festival 2005, Group Show Exhibition Seoul Art Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did onsite sculpting in many of these countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can best describe my works as experiential,” Pueblo explains, “They are the extension of my soul.” Thus, Pueblo somehow reveals her inner self through her pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beyond Identification" also featured the works of Pueblo's husband, Noell El Farol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Manila Times, March 12, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Photos used with permission from Mervy Pueblo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-7987840233209765657?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7987840233209765657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7987840233209765657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2010/03/arts-and-science-can-go-together.html' title='Arts and science can go together'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zpNIjhL1EQ/S52tSpiEnMI/AAAAAAAAADY/y2BCSWK6pkU/s72-c/Mervy+Pueblo+in+Korea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-4869201510564252710</id><published>2010-03-11T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T01:15:17.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counselors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CEFAM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infidelity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counseling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atene de Manila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forbes in touch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychologist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vocation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>On marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;An article I wrote for Forbes in Touch, February 2010. Photo from http://ringoblog.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communicating your feelings to your partner is the time-tested secret of a successful relationship. It’s actually a simple thing to do but not every couple knows how to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband and wife need not immediately resort to separation for an unresolved conflict. There’s help actually, and it’s available through an unbiased third party. Take your pick, psychologists, shrinks, or marriage or marital counselors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How counseling helps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage counselors don’t usually give advice or judgment to couples seeking solutions to their problems. &lt;br /&gt;Counselors give more of a direction to the conversation, or perhaps more clearly, they control the flow of traffic during the sessions. “Sometimes, the parties tend to get out of focus and ramble about their feelings,” said Pilar Garilao, marriage counselor at the Ateneo de Manila University’s Center for Family Ministries (Cefam) since 1996.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marital counseling helps couples identify the root of the problem as well as understand each other. “We give options, yes, but we do not give advice especially because it’s a case to case basis. We apply different approaches to different couples.” The ages and profiles of couples undergoing a crisis may range from 20s to 50s. “And how long they have been married varies too,” Garilao, who has been married for 37 years with four daughters said. “I once had a couple who had been married for two weeks.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is probably no marriage that didn’t go through a crisis at one point,” said Garilao. “Imagine bringing together two different individuals coming from different backgrounds raised by different parents.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zpNIjhL1EQ/S5hRQrFm-AI/AAAAAAAAACw/HwEd0UwaUR0/s1600-h/nult-and-bolt-wedding-ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zpNIjhL1EQ/S5hRQrFm-AI/AAAAAAAAACw/HwEd0UwaUR0/s320/nult-and-bolt-wedding-ring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447193096190621698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;An important vocation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is a vocation just like being a priest, a nun, a social worker, etc. It is a choice that two people make and once there, they just have to make it work no matter what it takes. This is the “path that they chose.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Marriage as a vocation is a path to becoming truly and fully human,” Garilao explained. “Why would you get married in the first place? How do you know that you are truly and fully human? That is when you are a loving person. We have to grow in love. The more we become loving, the human we become.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Difficulties encountered&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing Garilao asks couples is “What is marriage all about?” and they will start talking. There are parties, however, that remain uncooperative or “don’t want to look at themselves.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cefam counselors usually give couples 8 to 10 sessions. “If I cannot help them after 8-10 sessions, maybe I cannot help them at all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Opening up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infidelity is the most common culprit in a crashing marriage, at least based on Garilao’s experience who is also the executive director of Cefam, followed by insecurity, pressures in society, and in some cases, unmet emotional needs. However, infidelity may stem from low self-esteem, according to Garilao, and that’s when the unfaithful one tries to look for self-affirmation outside the marriage. This is where communication should come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In marriage when you feel you need your partner’s support, you say it,” said Garilao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intimate communication or conversation, aside from the usual day to day talk with your partner, opens up a lot of possibilities, Garilao explained. “When the other half knows about how you’re feeling then together you can come up with something. Many times, the other half just doesn’t know and often too, the other half presumes the he or she should know.” Sounds like a guessing game but relationships are not guessing games. Even parents who raised their children for years don’t know them inside and out. At times, they also get surprised by the turn of events in their lives, how much more two strangers who met only a few years ago and decided to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being open, much more intimate, with their feelings can be very challenging to some people who are not used to it. “It forces you to really challenge yourself,” Garilao said. “If I want this marriage, I have to risk now being intimate.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, one party (the hurt one) comes first for counseling. More often, the hurting party would eventually joins in after a few sessions. “There may be some reluctance on the latter’s part but he or she opens up after a while,” Garilao said. There were few instances too that the unfaithful party would seek help first which means he or she is determined to save the marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;After counseling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couples usually don’t come back and there’s really no way of knowing if they succeeded or not until they find themselves in the same counseling room after a few months or a year. Then they go through the same process again.  Cefam doesn’t do follow through because the couples will most likely seek help if they need one especially when they have already experienced counseling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other reasons couple come for counseling include “difficulty resolving certain issues, feeling that they are not understood by their partners, feeling distanced or general feeling of dissatisfaction in the marriage.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A marriage survives if a couple loves each other, adheres to having communication and intimate conversation by articulating their thoughts, feelings, and aspirations, and treading together the path they both chose. It sounds not too difficult but it is and that’s what makes marriage a vocation because when couples worked out a marriage, it becomes stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pilar Garilao has an undergraduate business degree at Maryknoll College and obtained a one-year Professional Diploma in Family Ministries from Loyola School of Theology in 1996 and an MA Major in Pastoral Ministry (Family Ministry and Counseling) in 2003. Cefam is located at the Spiritual-Pastoral Center, Ateneo de Manila campus, Loyola Heights, Quezon City, Tel. No. 426-4289 to 92, 426-4285.  It has a satellite counseling site at the Don Bosco Parish, Arnaiz Avenue, Amorsolo Street, Makati City. Tel. 895-5932 to 34.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-4869201510564252710?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4869201510564252710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4869201510564252710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-marriage.html' title='On marriage'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zpNIjhL1EQ/S5hRQrFm-AI/AAAAAAAAACw/HwEd0UwaUR0/s72-c/nult-and-bolt-wedding-ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-3579022878908883016</id><published>2010-03-10T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T01:15:17.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yuppieuniverse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onlysecond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative writer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young underpaid professionals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>How to keep your sanity when that day job starts to suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This article never saw print but it doesn't mean it's not worth reading. This is actually one of my favorite write ups among my previous "works." And thank you to the Internet for getting unpublished works, well, "published." By the way, it's not a "how to" article as the title may misleadingly suggest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE their sanity was being threatened by the demands of corporate life, a group of no-nonsense creative writers felt they had to find an outlet to unearth the words and stories hovering above their heads and keep their brains from spinning. Reason enough to create a website meant especially for “young underpaid professionals” (yuppies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site’s overall theme:  “We write what we want to write. Take it or f--- off.”   Yup, the people behind &lt;a href="www.yuppieuniverse.com"&gt;Yuppie Universe&lt;/a&gt; really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they are certified bookworms, the site founders don’t consider themselves as geeks. Rather, they take pride in knowing what good writing is and want to replicate that in their own, well, universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the yuppies, Rica and Rio, both tried working in the corporate world but found their jobs wanting.  Says Rio:  “This is what we do to keep the semblance of sanity within the crazy corporate jungle and outside of it.” Rio is doing freelance work while plotting what she calls "world domination."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rica, on the other hand, wants to be freed from the acerbic scrutiny of other writers “who love to trash other writers’ works.” In essence, yuppieuniverse.com serves as a venue for those who want to express themselves and create their own brand of literature in the process. Rica is back in the corpo world, by the way. The other yuppies go by the pen names Rem, Chris, Nancy S., and onlysecond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, the group’s posts tackle the corporate life and “the s--- that goes with it.” Later on, since most of them are creative writers, they ventured into short stories, essays and reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rica, a University of the Philippines cum laude graduate in English Studies major in Creative Writing, explores children's stories and young adult literature. She is most proud of the anime review she posted that elicited a comment from Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rio, meanwhile, writes really witty but helpful pieces, including one of her job interview with a public relations agency. She admits, however, to feeling insecure about her writing since she doesn’t have a degree, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuppie writer “onlysecond” writes emotional stories about love which Rica describes as “heart-wrenching. All the time.” Rio agrees. “Breaks my heart every bloody time.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, the group’s favorite subject when it comes to writing is “Love! The twisted kind or lack of it,” says Rica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site isn’t the group’s exclusive outlet, says Rica. They invite contributors, mostly friends and friends of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I usually troll my friends’ blogs and ask their permission to repost if I see something I like,” Rio explains, “Otherwise, my friends need to be cattle-prodded.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She adds: “Contributors are free to write about anything, but it’s all subject to editing or mangling or rejection (if they don’t meet our standards.)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While still trying to figure out how to disable the computer’s copy-paste command, Rio says the group depends on the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Philippines License to protect their works from plagiarism. “If a newbie contributor were to send some work, there’s always our good friend Google,” Rio says.  But trust is their best defense, she adds, because most of the contributors are friends. “I’ve worked with some of them so I somehow know their individual writing styles.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the usual birth pains, the group says the biggest challenge is to keep the site updated regularly since most of them have day jobs and gigs. Explains Siochi: “Getting people to write—and add content—is a major challenge. Sometimes I have to grovel, beg and promise coffee. It’s not easy to get people to write especially for the site, since they’re either a. busy, b. busy, or c. busy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At present, yuppieuniverse.com gets little traffic. “Imagine the traffic you’d get if you lived in an island and there are only two or three cars there,” says Rio. But her patience seems to be paying off as recently, Rio found 700++ visits in a month which is monumental for the young writers. Getting visited--and read--by known and unknown species is something to really celebrate especially in a universe where websites perenially come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, the group still dreams of publishing a collection of their works someday. Says Rio: “Although I know how hard it is to get published here--one of the reasons we came up with the website—we’re thinking, if the opportunity comes along, why not?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For samples of the group’s work, check out www.yuppieuniverse.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-3579022878908883016?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/3579022878908883016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/3579022878908883016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-keep-your-sanity-when-that-day.html' title='How to keep your sanity when that day job starts to suck'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-2009076664927357140</id><published>2010-03-10T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T01:15:17.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Site's up</title><content type='html'>I've been mulling over coming up with another blog aside from my personal (read: rant) blog for months. I don't want a looooong preamble as to what this blog is going to be, just read all the s*** and hope you get something out of it like...more rant? Nahhh... That I can promise. I don't want to promise or say anything more. If you'll find the posts interesting, come back and read some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-2009076664927357140?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/2009076664927357140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/2009076664927357140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2010/03/site-up.html' title='Site&amp;#39;s up'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-3866846124201123674</id><published>2009-11-23T18:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:27:28.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='status messages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networking sites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cafe World'/><title type='text'>Why hate Facebook?</title><content type='html'>I've met a couple of rare species who do not heart Facebook. With all the hype that this social networking site created, there are still some people who a) do not believe in it, b) feel that mainstreaming is too lowly for their taste, or c) just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that in everything, there are always advantages and disadvantages. FB's new design is quite stalker-friendly, that is if you don't have an inkling that you can modify your Privacy Settings. I'm glad I have good friends who care and taught me to click that hyperlink on the upper right corner and check what I want people to see. There, I've already mentioned tha advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if some of the FB users are aware that they offer unsolicited chismis about them. I mean, okay, you want your "friends" to know what you're up to but, not all of you 200++ friends are your "friends." So you have a tendency to saturate their sanity that will eventually lead them to"hide" you. "Unfriending," I think is a no-no ethics wise but if you're mean, like me, there is nothing really wrong in deleting a person you don't feel deserves your attention. I've hidden a number of friends for varied reasons, most of it is the triviality of their posts and in some, because they are too "intelligent" for my taste (read: conceited). Why don't I just unfriend them? They are network and I know that I may need their connection in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I was just enjoying FB. I was hooked all day reading posts, status messages, and interacting with long-lost friends and even newfound friends. Lately, I saw the gem in social networking sites. I use it to pursue a cause especially now that my works include advocacies and are socially relevant. I also found that because I'm not a good speaker, it is pretty easy for me to communicate through the written word. I'm able to reveal my true self: humorous. When I was working in the Inquirer, people boxed me into this quiet type of person. With FB, they found that real (not other) side of me and I must say I could make some people laugh one way or the other. That gives me satisfaction and boosts my self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are what you share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I read in one status message and true enough, I could tell a person's personality and mood based on her posts. For my part, I love posting links about books, travel, and animals. This way, my friends know what to give as gift for Christmas (ehem). Seriously, they know me better sans face to face interaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that in some ways, I'm able to make a statement that I'm not stupid as perhaps what others might thought I am. I've proved that even if I was not from this or that school or I don't talk much and I don't know anything, I'm not an airhead. (Modesty aside.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really hate about FB is not FB per se but the people who are just downright irritating. There is this one person who changes status messages every damn minute. I don't mind this tech guy because he shares relevant information but this one girl is just so irritating that I had to hide her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know better posting status messages. I'm not giving some friends any reason to talk behind my back. I share happiness and sadness with motherhood statements and keep them guessing. I tell you, It was DAMN FUN keeping them guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security is probably one of the biggest issues with social networking sites. And I hope I made the necessary precautions of not revealing too much information. I think, it's all just a matter of being careful. It's just like going outside, you have to be careful and wary. Not because everyone offers unsolicited information, it is okay. I know my limitations and I'm sticking with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another think that keeps me glued on FB are the games. I was not a gaming person. I think the virtual game that I can boast I was good is Diner Dash. But cooking at Cafe World and Restaurant City is so relaxing. Playing with Toybits in Pet Society is fun. With FB, I discovered that game child in me and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I resigned from my company of 11 years, I never really thought that I'd lose my friends but I didn't think that I'll be constantly in touch with them. Thanks to social networking sites, it feels like we never really parted. For many of my close friends, we just picked up from where we left of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social networking sites are communities, only they're virtual. And I intend to live in this virtual world for as long as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-3866846124201123674?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/3866846124201123674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/3866846124201123674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-hate-facebook.html' title='Why hate Facebook?'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-7018507152354285248</id><published>2009-11-23T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:36:44.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNN 2009 Hero of the Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Efren Penaflorida'/><title type='text'>What if we all think like Efren Penaflorida?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/hb/xp/spot/20091029/08/104982793-have-you-voted-for-efren-pe-aflorida-as-cnn-hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 365px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/hb/xp/spot/20091029/08/104982793-have-you-voted-for-efren-pe-aflorida-as-cnn-hero.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news that Efren Penaflorida is named &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/SPECIALS/cnn.heroes/archive09/efran.penaflorida.html"&gt;CNN’s 2009 Hero of the Year &lt;/a&gt;almost broke me to tears. Yes, I was that affected even if I don’t know “Kuya Ef” personally. In my previous blog posts in my other blog, I have always reiterated the importance of education and how disgusted I was (still am) at the Philippine government’s slow action in pushing literacy in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efren represents the other unsung heroes out there who due the government’s inaction took it into their own hands and acted on the literacy problem. One of them is Bahay Tuluyan which I did a feature on Sunday Inquirer Magazine a few months back. BT is more advanced with a mobile (truck) classroom because it has funding from Australia. Still, Efren’s Dynamic Teen and BT share the same premise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say the government is lucky that there are people and organizations that fill in where they are lacking. But my challenge for the politicians is, why can’t you think life Efren? Why can’t you be selfless for once and think of the Filipino youth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we all think and breathe like Efren, where could possible the Philippines lead? We are probably more progressive now. Poverty level could be much lower since it is proved that education is the easiest way out of destitution. We could have an effective government that implements laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Bayani Fernando’s answer to Efren’s question of how to become a hero is disgusting, I haven’t given up on the Philippines yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness is a virus as evidenced by the recent typhoons which affected hundreds of thousands. Efren is right that there is a hero within us. Actually, we don’t have to do big things just to become a hero. Shying away from corruption is a heroic deed. You don’t have to be a boxing legend to be a hero. Following laws and rules can be considered a heroic act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we all think like Efren?&lt;br /&gt;What if all government officials think like Efren? Do you think they can save the country from the mire of corruption?&lt;br /&gt;What if we all think like Efren? Do you think we can give much better education on children at no cost?&lt;br /&gt;What if we all think like Efren? Do you think there’ll be no more of the scandals and controversies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, even if we don’t think like Efren, we can still think of ways to save this country. I still dream of the day when I can live without fear and disgust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-7018507152354285248?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7018507152354285248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7018507152354285248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-if-we-all-think-like-efren.html' title='What if we all think like Efren Penaflorida?'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-8479766322273519020</id><published>2009-11-10T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:56:54.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give hope</title><content type='html'>When the person I’m reporting to in the NGO I just joined told me we were going to visit the relocation site of typhoon victims in Laguna, I had mixed feelings. I was a bit apprehensive because I heard the atmosphere was depressing…and I try to stay away from anything that would damage my spirit in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I had no choice. I was just hired to write stories about the works of the NGO and it means going around to areas where it extends help to less fortunate people. Off I went trying to separate my emotions from work. “It’s just work. It’s just work. Focus on the work. Interview people. Take pictures. And that’s it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience was more than just an eye-opener but a learning one. I guess, the most memorable (for the lack of a proper word) is meeting and knowing two young social workers who know that serving people is how they want to spend their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and Mau are just two of the twenty-something social workers of Operation Compassion International&lt;a href="http://ocinternational.net.ph/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (OC). Jerry has been pulled out from one of OC’s major projects in Bicol (that deserves another story) not only because he is a cum laude from Bicol University but Pastor Dong Cucio, OC’s executive director, believes that he is the perfect person to put things in order at the relocation site in Sta. Rosa, Laguna. Indeed, as soon as we arrived, Jerry diligently went to work: gathered data, talked to families, administered first aid to one of the sick children, went to a wake, and tried to come to terms that this would be his home for the next months or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mau, on the other hand, is very focused. She is assigned to look after the families relocated in Binan, Laguna. Her list of things to do is endless but Mau knows what her priorities are. She did not leave until she met with the team leaders of the families who had just arrived, regardless if it was way past lunchtime and we were all starving. Such is her dedication to her chosen vocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OC has been in charge to help 1,000 displaced families from Marikina to build their lives anew. OC is one of the very first groups to respond during and right after Typhoon Ondoy. The NGO has been considered an expert in disaster response. Immediately after the first day assessment, the group went to work: coordinated with the social welfare department, Natural Disaster Coordinating Council, barangay officials, packed relief goods which contain among other things personal hygiene needs, gathered more resources and donations, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the greatest challenge OC faces is helping rebuild the lives of the families. Pastor Dong met with Marikina Mayor Marides Fernando together with one of OC’s faith-based partners. They offered help and upon learning of OC’s skills in community development, Mayor Fernando assigned the relocated families to OC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agony never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I, Pastor Dong, and Jerry arrived in Binan, throngs arrived at the doorstep of Nanay Evangeline, one of the team leaders. Stories of their nightmares poured in. Four families were asked by someone not connected with the Marikina Health Office (tasked to assign families to take to Laguna) to join the other families who were to be transported to Laguna. Sadly, because they were not in the infamous Master List, they remained homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people related how they were herded like cattle to a truck at 2 a.m. They brought whatever they could carry. Others told of how their homes were demolished right before their eyes without further notice and asked them to look for their names in the Master List. There are mothers, with infants and toddlers, who were still in evacuation centers before they were brought to the site who complained of one-day notice of relocation: no briefing, no preparation both mentally and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart broke when a mother cried helplessly remembering her old mother she left in Marikina. I never imagined I would be in that situation when I need to get data and remain calm. I think it was the hardest, and I mean hardest, task I ever did so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids who, perhaps, have no idea of their fate played outside their new homes. But the pain of the tragedy and being uprooted in their familiar neighborhood showed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the families are separated from their livelihood in Marikina. Most of the men opted to stay behind because their work is in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But majority of the displaced families are very hopeful of their new life. “I’ll never go back there; it’s better here,” said one mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the fact remains that rebuilding a new life is a humongous task. That is why OC is trying to assist them. They are trying to integrate the families to the existing community. It is essential to communicate, not just coordinate, with the local government units, barangay officials, barangay health workers, local social welfare department, and the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OC has also assigned a chaplain to help the families in their spiritual needs. It has a feeding program especially for the children held regularly at certain times of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, OC focuses on the children: proper nutrition, vitamins, medicines, new school supplies, new uniforms, books, and most especially, new toys. Stuffed toys, some say, help children cope with the trauma. Maybe because, they can hug the stuffed toys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I am not much of a kids-person but every time I look into their eyes, I feel a sense of responsibility to do something for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-8479766322273519020?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8479766322273519020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8479766322273519020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2009/11/give-hope.html' title='Give hope'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-1035686961044782075</id><published>2009-04-05T14:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:30:50.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supermaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chip Tsao'/><title type='text'>There’s a Chip Tsao in all of us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uft95Ee2uGQ/SYzteNI1cBI/AAAAAAAABnM/1LKDRc7mbS0/s200/20090207+Chip+Tsao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uft95Ee2uGQ/SYzteNI1cBI/AAAAAAAABnM/1LKDRc7mbS0/s200/20090207+Chip+Tsao.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://globalnation.inquirer.net/news/breakingnews/view/20090330-196976/HK-columnist-slammed-over-servant-remark"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; infamous racial slur of Hong Kong writer Chip Tsao spanned another “revolt” among Filipinos, decrying discrimination and degradation. The whole country was outraged; similar reaction to the video of a comedy show in UK portraying a Filipina househelp in a degrading manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I join all those who discriminate against any Filipino in the world. I am outraged of people of any nationality who try to demean us. But I am more incensed at Filipinos who joined such call and failed to look inside them…and realize that they are worse than any Chip Tsao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Chip Tsao in all of us. I see a lot of them on TV especially on noontime TV shows when celebrities laugh at the mistakes of the contestants. They are not just laughs but laugh that tells how stupid your answer is. There are hosts who make fun of people’s physical disabilities—missing front teeth, flat nose, among others. And we get angry at Chip Tsao? These contestants are no different from Filipinos working abroad. They are also trying their luck looking for ways to live and earn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my daily commute Chip Tsaos are everywhere. Passersby suddenly change directions at the sight of a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;taong grasa&lt;/span&gt;, educated Filipinos making fun of other Filipinos’ “bad” English, office workers criticizing other people’s choice of clothes, people trying to judge you at your quietness without looking beyond your appearance, and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why in the world didn’t we scoff at our president’s own gaffe in calling Filipino overseas workers “Supermaids”? Didn’t we think our own leader prompted a Chip Tsao to write such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by calling Chip Tsao names doesn’t make us any different from him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-1035686961044782075?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1035686961044782075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=1035686961044782075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1035686961044782075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1035686961044782075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-chip-tsao-in-all-of-us.html' title='There’s a Chip Tsao in all of us'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uft95Ee2uGQ/SYzteNI1cBI/AAAAAAAABnM/1LKDRc7mbS0/s72-c/20090207+Chip+Tsao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-8139016550446831027</id><published>2009-04-05T11:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:02:33.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='powerspoons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razorback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eastwood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='francis aquino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basti artadi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black christmas project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wolfgang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuel legarda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mon leagaspi'/><title type='text'>Delayed review of "Black Christmas Project"</title><content type='html'>When Wolfgang announced that they would be having a concert last year, I was ecstatic. It had been two years since I last saw them onstage. This is a delayed entry as I contributed this to a paper but was not published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I was unable to see the band's concert just this March due to health reasons. But I heard it was great. Smaller venues are better, I daresay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me for being honest in my opinion but this is just what I thought of last December's concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be the gig of the year for the die-hard fans of Filipino rock band Wolfgang. Every time the band announces that they would be holding a concert anticipation mounts as the day approaches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their recent outing with a concert titled “Black Christmas Project” at Eastwood City, Libis, band members—vocalist Basti Artadi, guitarist Manuel Legarda, and bassist Mon Legaspi--didn’t disappoint. It’s no longer “as if they never left” but “It’s as if they were never apart.” Judging from the energy each band member exuded, they were as excited as the fans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening for the concert was up-and-coming band from Cebu, Powerspoonz, who described their sound as “reggametal.” Razorback, Wolfgang’s contemporary in the 1990s that is still active these days, performed next with their signature songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the band stepped onstage, the fans transformed into rock-hungry creatures. Artadi opened the main show with “Sanctified.” They howled and hollered with the band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolfgang’s memorable songs like “Beast,” “Mata ng Diyos,” “Darkness Fell,” and “Tulisan” alternated with songs from the new album titled “Villains” such as “RP Death Squad,” “Ibrahim,” “John of the Cross,” and “Novus is Burning.” Artadi knew how faithful the fans are to their old songs that sometimes he had to “request” the crowd to allow them to play the new ones. After all, there is nothing like singing along with familiar songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sound of the songs in “Villains” proved that, together with the band, their music has, for lack of an appropriate word, matured. They tried not to veer away from the old ‘90s rock sound but the songs, like the singer and composers, moved on. It is a refreshing sound that when listened to over and over again, one will come to accept unconsciously, that it is indeed a newer sound with little touches of signature beats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, bassist Legaspi was given the spotlight for many of the new songs. Artadi said in earlier interviews that, “This is the first Wolfgang album where you can really hear the bass.” Not to be outshone is guitarist Legarda who wowed the crowd with his riffs done with precision. Francis Aquino of Monkeyspank has become a regular stand-in as drummer. He was not missed during the concert as he hit each song with unparalleled enthusiasm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert did not only serve as an album launching of sorts but as always, the gathering of devoted fans. Only, the crowd at the Eastwood City concert seemed a bit “tamer” as the concert progresses as opposed to those who attended the Music Museum concerts in early 2007. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some claimed they were “bitin” with 15 songs for a two-hour concert. It may be bitin because Artadi had to just carry on with the songs for the lack of enthusiastic reaction from the audience. It was contrary to what the press release stated prior to the concert: “Expect lots of singing, dancing, drinking and all-around head-banging because it’s gonna be a hell of a party!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artadi attempted to connect with the crowd many times during the concert but to no avail. Credit goes to Artadi, though, for trying to resurrect the rapport when he belted out the old songs and much admiration to the band for giving a performance worthy of the ticket price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolfgang’s last album “Black Mantra” was released eight years ago. They occasionally held “reunion” concerts in-between those years. The new album was conceived by Artadi and Legarda communicating online as the former lives in the United States.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-8139016550446831027?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8139016550446831027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=8139016550446831027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8139016550446831027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8139016550446831027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2009/04/delayed-review-of-black-christmas.html' title='Delayed review of &quot;Black Christmas Project&quot;'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-7705718891420888082</id><published>2009-03-17T14:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:51:51.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss blogging</title><content type='html'>*sigh* I miss blogging :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-7705718891420888082?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7705718891420888082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=7705718891420888082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7705718891420888082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7705718891420888082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-blogging.html' title='I miss blogging'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-2679624697301245381</id><published>2008-09-15T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:36:39.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freelance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Life's a...</title><content type='html'>Posting here is not an immediate task until a friend pointed out that I haven’t been updating it for a while. I’m not tinatamad, I just felt there is nothing interesting enough to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is one way of communicating with friends from afar. In fact, I feel I’m much closer to my friends abroad than those who are here with me in the Philippines. Well, maybe because we often take for granted those who are near to us or the things we already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, where do I start? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m now doing what I’ve always wanted to do but couldn’t. I’m freelancing and am currently volunteering in animal welfare groups. Well, my job doesn’t pay as much as that with my last two employers but it’s the first time I can really say that “I like what I’m doing…so far.” I always include that part “so far” because I know that time will come when I’ll tire of doing the same thing over and over again; I will find something else to do different from the previous one although I’m already sure of what I am capable of doing and I hope that it will arm me in my journey into this bloodsucking, no bed of roses yet wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a journey. Cliché but it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back, everything that happened in my life was a preparation for what I am destined to do in the future. But of course we don’t realize that when we’re young and idealist and naïve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have bouts of mini-depression, the longing of security of a bigger paycheck, the idle times just chatting about Hollywood and books I read with my best friend during office hours and the occasional travel perks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I no longer feel unlucky with the consequences of my decision because it led me to where I am now. The path getting here was hard: 6 months of hell in a market research company (the pay was way better but as I mentioned, it’s hell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not saying there will no longer be bouts of “sayang”. I miss media events, the months of monetary benefits, the parties toward the end of the year, the overflowing food, the gifts, and most especially the different types of people I get to work with. Yes including the assholes and the slave drivers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I want to survive which I have every reason to now ;) I need to focus on the good things. I learned that what we thought was important in life turns out it wasn’t at all.&lt;br /&gt;Simple things like: I learned that I can survive without a credit card! I used to have three and I always felt cool when I bring out the gold card. I also learned that eating out is not only bad for the pocket but bad for health too. We never know what other people put into our food: tons of MSG, flavoring, salt? I learned that I am not deprived if I don’t get to have the latest signature stuff in the market. Yes, of course who wouldn’t like it but hey, we have to set priorities. I learned that the fastest way to get where I’m going is not by cab…but by walking. In this Metro Manila traffic? You’re kidding me. Even with all the pollution, I still prefer to walk (as long as the sun is not that hot :P) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still vain. I still watch fashion shows and beauty and modeling programs on TV. I still want to be updated with the latest fashion trend even if I don’t buy them because they are ridiculously priced, I still like to know who’s the newest Hollywood star or the latest Victoria’s Secret model, who’s on the cover of GQ, where Brad Pitt’s going to build another house, or whose ass will my favorite tennis star Roger Federer’s going to kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you’re vain you can still put something in your head and heart. Doing noble things doesn’t mean becoming a drag or vice versa. It’s just a matter of balancing two things. We can’t have the best of both worlds but we can pick the nice things we can afford to keep in those worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a matter of how we look at things. We cannot always want what others have. Sometimes, we have to learn to want what we already have. I learn to live simply…so the others--like the poorer ones and the abused animals--can simply live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day (literally, this is the most abused phrase these days but I really mean “at the end of each day”) when I shut the office door behind me, after I sent my last accomplished assignment for the day, if all my projects bear fruit, and if I can change the life of one animal into a better one, I can say I’m fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money cannot buy the sense of making a difference in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-2679624697301245381?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2679624697301245381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=2679624697301245381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/2679624697301245381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/2679624697301245381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/09/lifes.html' title='Life&apos;s a...'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-8150179091035649900</id><published>2008-07-24T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:02:59.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suzuki raider 150'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorcycle'/><title type='text'>My first motorcycle ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s41.photobucket.com/albums/e269/miromopa/Article%20Photos/rider-R-black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://s41.photobucket.com/albums/e269/miromopa/Article%20Photos/rider-R-black.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was not scary as I first thought it was,” I told “my Arthur” after our half-day joyride yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first motorcycle ride in a Suzuki bike courtesy of “my Arthur.” I was afraid initially but when I got on and “fastened” my left hand at the back and my right to him, I didn’t have any fears at all. Well, of course he didn’t drove that fast because we were searching the inner streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so nice and thoughtful always asking if I’m okay and I guess that helped because I didn’t want him to worry about driving and a baggage like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great especially because I experienced it (no pun intended) it with “my Arthur.*”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(*I shall explain why I call my boyfriend “my Arthur” in future posts.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-8150179091035649900?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8150179091035649900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=8150179091035649900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8150179091035649900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8150179091035649900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-motorcycle-ride.html' title='My first motorcycle ride'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-7653196170312754472</id><published>2008-07-22T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:38:11.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invesment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mutual funds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='financial planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suze orman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stocks'/><title type='text'>Financial planning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/SIWAMxRstpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JnLxs15Lqjk/s1600-h/suze+orman+women+and+money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/SIWAMxRstpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JnLxs15Lqjk/s200/suze+orman+women+and+money.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225723899507685010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If there is one lesson I learned from being unemployed that is to plan my finances. I’ve been doing this budgeting for quite sometime but only for the household. It gets depressing when you see your resources depleting and you don’t have an income to replenish your savings. It was like Superman’s strength being drained off by Kryptonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, when I am quite in the brink of depression some good things came up. I risked a certain amount of money for a small business so I can recoup what I lost in my savings. I took my chance into this business because I saw how fast the return of investment is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also “might” get into freelance publicity (not press relations because it involves doing media rounds which if I get employed I won’t be able to do) services. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there is the market research consultancy that I am doing with my friend from my previous company. This one, I am determined to pursue because market research is a lucrative business especially with the competitive environment of commercialism. Manufacturers will always want to outshine each other with their “more improved” products. I’ve learned the basics of market research and although there are still so many things to know but I’m willing to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also fixed my ebay store and will convert my Multiply account to an online bookshop (Bookshelf). The income may be small but it’s fun selling books and dealing with other ebayers. I’ve always dreamed of having my own bookshop, something like the one in “You’ve Got Mail” or “Notting Hill.” Nothing big like Fully Booked at The Fort (this is what I call Heaven on Earth with four-stories of nothing but books!) or my favorite meeting place with friends Powerbooks in Greenbelt; just a small intimate bookshop with limited editions of award-winning titles. But for now, I’ll settle for my humble Amazon.com like online bookshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I’ll get that job in a non-government organization which advocates something that is very close to my heart. Raquel said she feels optimistic about it because it’s something I am used to doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these opportunities after a brief storm in my life (my Arthur is right, when it comes, it comes in bundles) I am bent on making good decisions financially. I am more aware now of how important financial planning is because when I resigned from that *&amp;^%$# company, I didn’t have a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night on “Oprah,” I was inspired by the confession of financial adviser Suze Orman who was once in debt of a quarter of a million dollars. I am inspired that with that experience she is teaching women to be knowledgeable when it comes to finances and learn how to plan. These are just few of the things I learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you don’t know what to do with your money (if to invest on individual stocks or mutual funds) do nothing. It is safer not to touch your money if you are not knowledgeable with the market. Be an all or nothing investor.&lt;br /&gt;--What I did when I was in this situation was I asked friends who already have investments in certain products and certain companies. I always went with the most trusted friend. I already discussed in previous post what I decided to go for Mutual Fund (Balanced). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You are your best financial adviser because only you know your needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you can raise kids and manage your home, you can manage your finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pay your debts. If you can no longer pay credit cards at the usual rate, you can always negotiate payment schemes of two to four years to pay perhaps.  --Always aim for debt independence. Hold the future for a while and try to deal with your credit problems today (which I will do as soon as I get the job. BTW, I discarded ALL my three credit cards and it feels so good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When paying credit card debt, pay the one with higher interest rate (even if its smaller in amount) than the ones with lower interest rate (even if this is much bigger in amount than in the former).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just few of the things I learned and I have clippings of write-ups in the Inquirer about managing your finances. I am also trying to learn basic Accounting (God, why I hated Math?) I hope I can maintain this enthusiasm. “My Arthur” asked me why I’m doing this. I told him my objective. “Gusto kong yumaman.”&lt;br /&gt;This is what unemployment did to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-7653196170312754472?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7653196170312754472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=7653196170312754472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7653196170312754472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7653196170312754472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/07/financial-planning.html' title='Financial planning'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/SIWAMxRstpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JnLxs15Lqjk/s72-c/suze+orman+women+and+money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-7008646112121113507</id><published>2008-07-08T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:49:11.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manny Pacquiao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salmon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boxer'/><title type='text'>Manny Pacquiao and the salmon</title><content type='html'>Four world titles. I think the cynics can keep their skepticism from themselves as to whether Manny Pacquiao is a “real boxer” or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t dwell on the contention whether he is the greatest Filipino boxer of all time. I just want to make a comment on the coverage done during his arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While his win is an historic one, I just don’t understand why in the world what he ate for breakfast preceded news on the update of Sulpicio Lines tragedy? I’m all for Pacman but this question is intended for the people in charge of the news program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have the newsworthiness gone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-7008646112121113507?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7008646112121113507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=7008646112121113507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7008646112121113507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7008646112121113507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/07/manny-pacquiao-and-salmon.html' title='Manny Pacquiao and the salmon'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-1084318391240883044</id><published>2008-07-08T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:42:39.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UITF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='investment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mutual fund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balance fund'/><title type='text'>Investment for the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/372426/2/istockphoto_372426_philippine_currency.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/372426/2/istockphoto_372426_philippine_currency.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I decided to invest a portion of my separation pay from my previous company to Mutual Funds. I already have an insurance/retirement plan (Sun Exclusive Plus) from SunLife Philippines and a Unit Investment Treasury Fund (UITF) at Banco de Oro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the Balanced Fund of SunLife because I feel that it is the safest compared to Equity and Government Securities; and also because my fren and financial adviser, Normandy, also has one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I decide to have some professionals manage my money instead of coming up with a business? I’m not that good at running a business unlike my mom. So, my dream of becoming an employer instead of an employee is quite far-fetched which I don’t really mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, one of the reasons I try to invest as much as I can no matter how small the amount is I want to have a worry-free retirement in the distant future. It’s a selfish act of not relying too much on my kid/s or on Vincent or my would-be husband or partner when I get old. I want to be as financially dependent as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on Mutual Funds? Because it’s the “in” thing. Seriously, I surveyed my friends first if I should just Time Deposit it or invest it. I decided to invest it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Prospectus, Balanced Fund is safe because the company invests your money in both the Equity and Government Securities albeit not on equal terms. It is also necessary to choose the company to invest in. I learned that SunLife invests only on blue chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, there is an article in the Business Monday section of the Philippine Daily Inquirer which discusses stock investment. It states that it is the best time to buy when the prices are low instead of when the market is bullish when the stocks are high. Common sense tells us that there is no other way to go but up so I hope I made the right move in buying now because I don’t have plans of withdrawing my investment in the next 20 years. This is a long-term investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the article suggests that investing “regularly” is still a best option, it is not quite practical these days because of the constant rise in prices making the cost of living unstable. Personally, I suggest that when you get a lump sum from whatever source, it is best to invest instead of just letting it hang in the bank for years. Although, make sure that you have a six months of expenses rolling savings in the bank in case of emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t been good at savings but these days when I am jobless, I am slowly realizing the value of having a savings in the bank. I don’t really regret my quitting Inquirer that much because I am learning many things not only on career and personal life but also in other aspects like finances, frugality, and wise buying. Before, I save to buy something now I save because I see it as a “necessity” and not just something to do on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have millions now but I just want to secure a future free from financial worries. I want to work abroad but I have a teenage nephew to look after. Working overseas hasn’t been this enticing until I realized that in a few years’ time Vincent will be in college plus the fact that the once unlikely idea of having a child of my own can now be a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, all I can do for that future is having investment no matter how small they are. I always ask and survey friends before I make a move. I read a lot and try to understand where I’m putting my hard-earned money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the middle-income workers, there is no harm in trying to invest your money. It’s good that banks and other companies offer such products for us. It is just a matter of how much of a risk-taker you are and how much money are you willing to lose or earn. (I am, btw, a moderate investment risk-taker according to the brief test I took.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-1084318391240883044?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1084318391240883044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=1084318391240883044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1084318391240883044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1084318391240883044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/07/investment-for-future.html' title='Investment for the future'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-5212352999998925731</id><published>2008-07-03T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T14:32:41.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unemployed'/><title type='text'>Thoughts of an unemployed</title><content type='html'>I just launched two new blogs: the one I’m doing with my friend Normandy titled “Komyutnista” which is about the day to day life of commuters. Knowing my friend, it’s gonna be hilarious, exciting, and really interesting. Do visit our blog and make us rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one is…a secret. To be safe, I don’t want to claim ownership of that blog but I’m going to give it double effort because it’s for “charity.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are my thoughts these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on my sixth day of being officially jobless and it doesn’t feel good at all. I’ve never been unemployed in 11 years so this feeling is very alien to me. I have worries where to get my income supporting a 13-year-old nephew I just enrolled in a private school, payment to my very hard-working helper, the bills, everyday expenses, and some simple pleasures like books and eating out. (God, I miss National Sports Grill, my second home.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so what do you do when you don’t have a job to feed you? Look for one. Beg to your editors and friends and do the extra mile by writing five stories a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this episode in my life taught me so many things. I always tell myself that I learned my lesson the hard way but in many ways I don’t regret anything. I am happy with my personal life. If I didn’t resign from my previous company prior to the recent one, I wouldn’t have met “my Arthur.” Yes, it’s that important to me. I’d tell myself that no amount of money can equal the happiness and love “my Arthur” unconditionally gives me. I can earn the money I lost but finding the one to love me could take a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends in the broadsheet who want to quit but I always tell them to think twice. Take it from someone who now has the privilege to see things in the perspective of an outsider. When your company pays well, try to endure the small things that don’t make you happy. Sometimes, when we are in that difficult situation we try to blow things up and make small things big ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, what tips can I give to those who don’t have a job yet (and those planning to quit their jobs)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Before filing for resignation from your present job, make sure that you already have a company to move in to. It’s still best not to be unemployed. There are online job-hunting sites that are good sources of prospective new jobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Before sending an application to any company, make sure that the job is really want you want to do and not just “kahit ano na lang basta may income.” If you have the luxury to be choosy, take your time. I received responses from companies but many times I have to beg off because I realized that what they offer is not something I really want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In the event that you lost your job untimely and you find yourself living a slacker’s life, try to see what your skills are. In my case, I can at least write. So, I advertised myself through text, email, and word of mouth that I can do freelance writing. I am now looking forward to a sure income next month. (When you resign from a company, don’t burn bridges.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Don’t stop sending out resumes to the companies that offer the job you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If your time permits, take the exams with the companies that responded to your application. Go to interviews and then decide later if you want to go for it or turn it down. It is still best to get to know the company and job first before turning it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Discover what other skills you may have, or better yet, develop other skills. In my case, I’m trying to learn more on Photoshop. (Yeah, for me it’s a skill.) You may find it helpful in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sell on ebay or be an online entrepreneur. After a brief hiatus, I’m fixing my store and will convert my Multiply account into an online bookshop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Never stop learning. Read, watch TV, listen to news, and surf the Internet. For those who lived in the Stone Age and think that being in front of the computer all day means not having a life, better think twice. The worldwide web is a community and we meet people who we can learn things from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Take time to contemplate and pick the good things you learned from your previous job. If you resigned because you hate the people, try to think of the chosen few who made your stay in the company enjoyable. Pick out the things that can help you get on and be better in the new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do what you were unable to do when you were still employed. For me, it’s watching TV, reading a good book, and playing with my pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The thought of unemployment is scary but keep in your heart that it will only be just for a brief time. Everything happens for a reason. In my case, I needed to learn how to value the things I had in the past. Be determined to regain whatever you have lost and believe that you can surpass that in the very near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to those reading this…need my services?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-5212352999998925731?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5212352999998925731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=5212352999998925731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/5212352999998925731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/5212352999998925731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/07/thoughts-of-unemployed.html' title='Thoughts of an unemployed'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-6047507564327977621</id><published>2008-07-01T10:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T10:15:57.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>Alright children, let's recap the last month of my life for the benefit of the four or so people (who are all dear to me) reading my blog and keeping up with my otherwise unexciting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently jobless but...doing many freelance work which put food on the table and a penny for Internet surfing. That stint with a research company somewhere in Makati is forgettable (no, that's an understatement, is a nightmare). It deserves a blog and I'll pattern it after the TV series "The Office." I'll keep you posted on this because I know I'm gonna make money! Will I do a Brian Gorrel? No, because this blog wil be participated in by the other "victims" of the vicious three: the principal, the guidance counsellor, and the librarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll focus on the happier side of me (which does not include my financial situation) which is my personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's too cheesy but what can I do? I can't help but smile every time I think that I now have "my Arthur" or to be closer to home, I have my "Aries to Tessa," "LA to Leng," or "Joel to Sharon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he is THAT. That guy who would put your needs first before his; who would change his schedule to fit yours; who would take a leave of absence from work to accompany you on a coverage; and that someone na isusubo na lang ibibigay pa sa 'yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not perfect but that imperfection makes him more lovable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my life....soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-6047507564327977621?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6047507564327977621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=6047507564327977621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/6047507564327977621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/6047507564327977621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/07/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-106923755054726461</id><published>2008-05-23T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:35:15.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;I know that you don’t always give us what we prayed for; that things don’t always happen the way we planned it. And I’d like to thank you for not giving me the person I’ve always wanted because you just gave me the best.&lt;br /&gt;-Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-106923755054726461?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/106923755054726461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=106923755054726461' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/106923755054726461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/106923755054726461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/05/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-4865164044705134049</id><published>2008-05-19T14:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:31:51.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masaya</title><content type='html'>Syet, bakit masaya ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life, I am happy and never felt so good despite the many challenges coming ahead. I never felt this good about myself; I didn’t feel that I have to exert an effort to look good for him. I just feel (strangely) secure of myself and of how he feels about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much we tried we can’t help but smile when we see each other anywhere in the office. We just can’t hide it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-4865164044705134049?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4865164044705134049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=4865164044705134049' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4865164044705134049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4865164044705134049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/05/masaya.html' title='Masaya'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-5622034945638287062</id><published>2008-05-19T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:41:00.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, yeah, yeah, it must be love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Friendship! Mahal ko na siya!" Anong gagawin ko?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my text message to my friend last night after realizing that I have been thinking about this guy for two days, non-stop, every minute, every second. And I have been re-reading his text messages for the gazillionth time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to fall in love, yet. Not yet, not so soon but he is the nicest guy I’ve ever met. Oh by the way, the cutest so far. I’ve never felt so pampered and appreciated until now. He’s sweet and well, super sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the apple of his eyes somewhat boosts my ego because as I have mentioned he is really cute. Read: many women (and gay) swoon over him. For some strange reason, I caught his eye and heart, I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s just that simple. Even if I find him extremely likable, I never showed any sign that I like him. I didn’t’ talk to him even if I had to. I just emailed him when I need something from him regarding work. It was like that for four months. I knew that he wanted to be my friend. As I have said many times over, the eyes can’t lie. Even my friend here in the office told me so especially last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is against the wall so I cannot see who passes by. But my friend told me she saw him looking at me and smiling. Her exact words: What did you do to him? Blooming siya ngayon and he can’t help looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already went out for a couple of dates and he was with me when I did an interview in Quezon City. It was really fun and we always have a good time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realized that the happiness I’m talking about is not just because we’re having fun but it comes from the heart. That’s the time I texted my friend and told her, I think I just fell in love with the most sought after guy in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, I wanted to scream: Eat your heart out girls and gays. Hehehe. Ego-booster to the max.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-5622034945638287062?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5622034945638287062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=5622034945638287062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/5622034945638287062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/5622034945638287062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeah-yeah-yeah-it-must-be-love.html' title='Yeah, yeah, yeah, it must be love'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-1785378864951140006</id><published>2008-05-13T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:56:05.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy, so far</title><content type='html'>If there is one thing I am grateful for in this company that is I met someone who always makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be a scary thing but of all the men I met (and I got involved with) in the past, this person gives me the emotional stability I haven’t found in all of them. It may be too early to tell but there’s something about him that makes me feel whole again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may not possess all of my requirements in the list but I forgot to put something there that he is giving to me now: he cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not looking at it long-term, at least not yet; I’m not even sure if I’m already in love even if he claims he already is and always tells me that; I’m not sure how far will we go. Many uncertainties but I’m happy so far and I genuinely enjoy his company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Puwera usog)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-1785378864951140006?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1785378864951140006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=1785378864951140006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1785378864951140006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1785378864951140006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-so-far.html' title='Happy, so far'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-7226694002280359950</id><published>2008-05-13T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:49:14.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my work in media</title><content type='html'>I’m running my 5th month is a different field and I still miss my work in media. Initially, I thought it was just some adjustment anxiety but as the days go on, I don’t think I can deny the fact that I am still a feature writer after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a long while since I wrote a really nice feature story. Well, the one on April 6 is a special one. But it’s been 2 months since I “wrote.” I’m not sure if I still know how to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid that the company’s promise of writing job is being thrown into the trash bin. It’s been hell not being able to write. And if this feeling can kill, I would’ve died many times over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am contemplating on going back to what I love doing and pursuing another thing that is of great interest to me. Am I ready financially, definitely not but I don’t think I can last longer than 6 months. I’m just completing the 6th month for reference purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, once in media will be always in media?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-7226694002280359950?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7226694002280359950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=7226694002280359950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7226694002280359950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7226694002280359950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-miss-my-work-in-media.html' title='I miss my work in media'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-1947516538081272046</id><published>2008-04-28T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:36:21.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lift Sink'/><title type='text'>Lift Sink on Myx</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/SBVwNgkZO_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/9clZ4GdfVUw/s1600-h/IMG_0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/SBVwNgkZO_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/9clZ4GdfVUw/s320/IMG_0492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194181122624928754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends (and colleagues) in my former company have formed a group called Lift Sink. They will be seen on Myx on May 1 so do watch out for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-1947516538081272046?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1947516538081272046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=1947516538081272046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1947516538081272046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1947516538081272046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/04/lift-sink-on-myx.html' title='Lift Sink on Myx'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/SBVwNgkZO_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/9clZ4GdfVUw/s72-c/IMG_0492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-3078631734152887749</id><published>2008-04-28T09:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:57:14.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Stunning'</title><content type='html'>I guess this is the best compliment I’ve ever received in my life—so far--(well, aside from the ones given to me as a writer and an employee). And what makes it really nice is it came from a guy. Cheesy…but hey, every girl needs some dose of it, right? Nice. Nice Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got a new haircut, put a little make-up on and donned a new dress (yes, I now wear a dress). Well, it just boosts my ego and I don’t want to forget this day even if the compliment didn’t come from the guy I like (well, he already complimented me last week but I haven’t had my hair done that time). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just feels good. Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-3078631734152887749?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3078631734152887749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=3078631734152887749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/3078631734152887749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/3078631734152887749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/04/stunning.html' title='&apos;Stunning&apos;'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-8009112998068086141</id><published>2008-04-15T15:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T15:56:08.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work....</title><content type='html'>What do you do when there is so much work on your table and yet you cannot finish anything at all? You just want to go home because you’re pretty sure you will be more productive in the comforts of your bed. You are sure that you will finish all this work with a more encouraging environment, with pretty sights like your pets chasing each other around the house instead of a burning hell of an office you are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your table, you just want to sneak in reading the book “He’s just not into you” instead of researching about some numbing tool a client needs. It feels more exciting answering the messages of your officemate who seems to like you (and you really like) than burying yourself into this useless work you end up doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times like this, you just want to get hitched and raise kids instead of dealing with people you don’t particularly enjoy seeing each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sometimes is a bitch. And in case you still don’t know, it also sucks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-8009112998068086141?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8009112998068086141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=8009112998068086141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8009112998068086141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8009112998068086141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/04/work.html' title='Work....'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-9051311803293866080</id><published>2008-04-08T14:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:42:35.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gilbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mosanto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portacio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tropa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy komiks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TALES OF THE CITY&lt;br /&gt;Komiks from the heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of illustrator Gilbert Monsanto&lt;br /&gt;Philippine Daily Inquirer&lt;br /&gt;April 6, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANILA, Philippines—Comic books and magazines may be huge commercial successes overseas, but in the Philippines, the komiks trade has yet to keep up with the pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One man is determined to turn the situation around with his passion, love and deep concern for Pinoy komiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of writer and illustrator Gilbert Monsanto’s efforts to try to infuse new life into the local comic book industry, he published “Rambol” and “Tropa” two years ago under his own Sacred Mountain (the English translation of his surname) Publications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Every issue of a comic book has an underlying message,” Monsanto explained. “For the first issue of ‘Rambol,’ I wanted people to realize that it is possible to come up with quality comic books because we have the talent, ability and will to make things happen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tropa,” which tells the story of a gang of childhood friends endowed with superpowers, is a collaboration among Monsanto and several other artists. The five characters, according to Monsanto, were drawn by five different illustrators. “The message here, obviously, is that we can come together as one,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rambol,” on the other hand, is a mixed bag in a flip book format. “It has two covers and two stories, ‘Metropolitan,’ and ‘Alagad’,” explained the artist who was once art director of the locally published Mango Comics’ revival of Darna, the Pinoy’s own Wonder Woman. “I want to show how good Filipino artists and writers are.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the comics affordable—and more important, accessible to everyone—he opted to have black and white pages preceded by full-color frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolving characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Metropolitan” features all the characters he created for other comic books before “but this time, these characters have evolved and their looks have been updated, so they are grownups now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsanto admits his creations have a tinge of Western influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But when you read the story, their personalities, everything about them is Filipino,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a rough start in the early ’90s, Monsanto, a self-taught illustrator, said his hard work paid off when he landed a job illustrating for Avalon Comics’ “Hellcop” in 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His most notable works during that period include “Omac,” “Tales of Darkness,” and “Philippine Legends.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Houdini: The Man from Beyond”, on which he collaborated on with Jeff Philips and Brian Haberlin, the award-winning founder of Haberlin Studios—a California-based illustration and design outfit specializing in comic book art—has been released in the international market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His love for drawing surfaced after an older brother, George, a civil engineer, brought him to a friend’s house to borrow back issues of “Fantastic Four” comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipping through the pages, he was drawn to the illustrations and tried to find out who was responsible for the “fascinating” drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the artist’s signature at the end of the comic strip, Monsanto realized that a creative genius was behind what he thought were amazing art works. With no formal lessons in art, he picked up a brush and started drawing. He has not stopped since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George was the person responsible for bringing the budding artist and his illustrations to a publishing house, Gasi Publications, when he was in his teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The editors agreed to publish Monsanto’s drawings while his brother wrote the stories. &lt;br /&gt;300 characters and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsanto not only draws, he also creates characters and writes stories. At the age of 12, he counted around 300 characters in his bulging sketchbook portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His major influences are penciller John Byrne and writer Chris Claremont of the hugely popular “X-Men” series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I like Byrne because he writes and draws, and he inspired me to do the same,” he said. “I read his scripts and I liked his writing style.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claremont’s feel for real life situations, on the other hand, made Monsanto a true blue fan of the writer in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Claremont knows it’s human nature to listen to or read stories about real people, about ordinary lives, that it is not just a story that ends when you flip over the last page,” he explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is how he wants his stories and characters to be like. Something that he can resurrect anytime and with enough drawing power, literally and figuratively, that readers would still be curious to find out what will happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the local front, Monsanto admires writers and illustrators like Vincent Kua and the US-based artist Whilce Portacio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portacio is one of the more popular Filipino-American comic book creator-illustrators in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to be with Marvel Comics and did some work on “The Uncanny X-Men,” “The Punisher,” “Batman, “Heroes reborn: Iron Man,” “X-Factor” and more recently, “Wetworks.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, Monsanto tagged along with a friend who was working for Portacio. He was asked by the artist to try his hand drawing for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always in a rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When Portacio saw my output, he commented that my images were kind of like a blur,” he related. “As he watched me draw, he realized that I was trained to work fast since we were always in a rush. That’s why the drawings were blurred.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portacio advised him to slow down, although he thought Monsanto’s storytelling and composition skills were “good.” This prompted him to take on the promising illustrator on a short-term basis as an instructor for one of his comic book courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsanto accepts regular commissioned projects from foreign and local publishers to sustain publishing expenses and also to provide a steady income to support his growing family: Wife Glenda and sons Kyle and Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He considers himself lucky because Glenda is a comics lover who adores Spiderman and does editing work for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a komiks publisher now, Monsanto says his “mission” does not end with producing comic books and spreading the word about how Filipinos can be good illustrators and can continue to grow as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Royalties, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hopes that one day, local artists will also be able to enjoy royalties due them, just like book authors, recording artists, musicians or lyricists in other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another goal he wants to accomplish is to be able to keep and preserve original art works of illustrators not only of his generation but also that of other artists who have come before them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working late once during his salad days as an artist, Monsanto noticed scraps of paper ready for shredding. When he took a closer look, he found out that the “scraps” were original drawings headed for the garbage heap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Imagine, if we have the original art works of famous artists in the past, these would have been a source of national pride apart from being collectors’ items by now,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://gilbertmonsanto.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-9051311803293866080?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/9051311803293866080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=9051311803293866080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/9051311803293866080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/9051311803293866080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/04/tales-of-city-komiks-from-heart-art-of.html' title=''/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-1555224723522456195</id><published>2008-04-08T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:37:35.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words and more...</title><content type='html'>Looking at these graphs, numbers, and tables on my monitor, I realized how precious words are. I always have this obsession in learning a new word. I’m not sure how long will I be able to live like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw my article and my byline in the Inquirer last Sunday, I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of regret. Well, I didn’t want to because I want to face this decision head on. It would have been easier if only this is an ideal working environment. And yet nothing in the world is ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect to the Jews and prisoners of war, this office is like a concentration camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-1555224723522456195?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1555224723522456195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=1555224723522456195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1555224723522456195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1555224723522456195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/04/words-and-more.html' title='Words and more...'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-4088382119733540654</id><published>2008-03-25T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:17:16.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"New things"</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to give this to my boss for my first quarter evaluation but I won't. It's too honest and too personal. And because I don't want to waste this, I'm gonna post this here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This new job is of an entirely different nature. To say that I was culture-shocked is an understatement. I am completely lost and for the first time in five years, I felt vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first few weeks were the hardest—and the darkest—so to speak. I once wrote in my journal how much respect I have now for the blind because during that time I didn’t know what to do; what’s the purpose of my tasks; and why am I doing all these things. I tried to find answers to my questions, well not the technical questions but to the same query people asked me when I moved in to a market research company from media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were even times when I tried to ask myself if I really did the right thing but I guess there really is no right or wrong decision only right or wrong reaction to the consequences of that decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost gave up. No, I did give up. I was willing to give up and accept my defeat. But through it all, I found a friend who is not willing to give up on me. And that made me look deeper into what I really need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Challenging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the onset, the job seems easy; the pressure insignificant. I knew I can do this. But as I mentioned, when you suddenly become blind, you feel weak and useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was grateful that people entrust me with their projects even with the knowledge that I have no idea to what I needed to do. I am thankful to some people who are willing to extend help. That is the one thing that I treasure here especially with the people in research. One would ask: Need help? Or one would say: If you have questions don’t hesitate to ask. (Sadly, that person is no longer here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job, as I am slowly realizing now that I am having some direction, is challenging, challenging in the sense that it is too technical for me. I must say that when I was on the writing part of the job, I am happy. When I am done with that part, I feel a sense of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have problems with the particulars in project management simply because I didn’t know what to do or what to look out for then. I often asked myself why I didn’t know that. I felt stupid and ineffective. That was the time I really wanted to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most terrifying thing for me was the briefing and I really dread reporting in the future. I was with media so it should not be a problem, right? The thing is, in media I had all the excuse if I couldn’t answer certain things: I am media so I should be the one asking all the questions. But now, I understand that presentations are like defending your thesis. So that part, although inevitable in this job, is not something I am really looking forward to. The analysis and writing part? I say, bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I thought I was just frustrated with some people but as I write this now, I am coming into terms that it was the job and me that I had problems with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming into an unfamiliar playing field is like suicide if not handled well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who know market research say that it is exciting. I may need some more months to appreciate that statement. I am still in the comprehension part so I still cannot grasp what is really fun with it. But I know there is something special about it which I am very much willing to discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Environment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt welcomed on my first day. I knew that people are warm and friendly. It’s a small group so I thought it’s going to be fun. But just like any other organization, there will be communication problems. I don’t see that many people as the problem per se, but how they convey their message to others. I’m not sure if it’s the pressure of the work or it’s just the nature of the corporate world. I don’t know if seminars can fix the problem or a one-on-one heart-to-heart talk would be effective (at all). What I realized is that, if I speak to them kindly which is genuine on my part, I get positive results. Yelling, screaming, sarcasm may be effective at times and only when needed but proper communication, as long as the other parties are willing, can make work easier and life happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really see the point of humiliating others. I don’t understand what it can achieve or for what purpose it is done. I call this “the fear factor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure if I am already in the position to say this with only three months tenure to boast of but this is a really nice bunch. People are willing to help others; when someone is crying one will get water to calm down; when someone is yelled at, people feel sorry for the person. This is a caring group: considerate and selfless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how and if it will ever be achieved but, we can bring out the best in each other, only if we are all willing to. Tough task.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-4088382119733540654?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4088382119733540654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=4088382119733540654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4088382119733540654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4088382119733540654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-things.html' title='&quot;New things&quot;'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-8516877071124067887</id><published>2008-03-12T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:25:15.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, again, again</title><content type='html'>Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko po someone "5 years older" hindi more than a decade younger.... :(&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-8516877071124067887?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8516877071124067887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=8516877071124067887' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8516877071124067887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8516877071124067887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/03/again-again-again.html' title='Again, again, again'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-2753751197441517473</id><published>2008-03-12T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T16:30:57.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness calling</title><content type='html'>I’m being lured to the dark side the past few months. No, I’m not going to the extremes of rebellion I’m just enjoying anything about dark: dark music, movies, books, stories, etc. I don’t know why but I feel comfortable, at ease, and free when I’m into those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I’m familiarizing myself with Megadeth’s music and other thrash heavy metal sounds. I’m not sure if Neil Gaiman’s “Neverwhere” can be classified as dark but I’m reading it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to watch the concert of Shadows Fall on Saturday at A-venue in Makati but as usual, I’ve got nobody to bring. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-2753751197441517473?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2753751197441517473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=2753751197441517473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/2753751197441517473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/2753751197441517473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/03/darkness-calling.html' title='Darkness calling'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-6222432055668101221</id><published>2008-03-10T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:17:49.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death and departure</title><content type='html'>I don’t see any difference if a person/animal dies or just leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, the day I posted “Certain sadness,” my dog Angie died. She had mange but was already in recuperating period. In fact, her fur had grown and she had been playing with the cats. I felt so angry that time asking “How many deaths do I have to endure in one year?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named her Angie because when I got her from the streets, she had mange but I realized that Angie was more of an “angel” to us who provided us the sweetest bark in the world; and the sweetest angel we ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had her cremated because we don’t have a backyard to bury her. Her ashes is with us but I still cannot bear looking at her picture lying dead just before the cremation. Angie was my first female dog and I still love her so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a week, a friend I gained in my new work is leaving. Well, we weren’t that close until the company outing last weekend. I initially didn’t want to go because I’m trying to build a wall from people. I don’t want to create friendships anymore. But there are things that can’t be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is leaving the company effective March 15. We’re supposed to leave on the same day but I have a pending project and I don’t want to leave just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn’t want to make friends, for some reason, I just don’t want anymore. I can have them as colleagues but not friends. Unfortunately (or fortunately) we bonded during the outing. And it’s killing me to know that in the next few weeks I won’t be seeing him in his chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the very reason I tried to shield and shut off myself from the world. I hate pain, tears, and being left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, life is really a bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-6222432055668101221?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6222432055668101221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=6222432055668101221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/6222432055668101221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/6222432055668101221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/03/death-and-departure.html' title='Death and departure'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-3865715519787172852</id><published>2008-03-03T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:25:48.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Certain sadness</title><content type='html'>It’s Monday and I feel like Garfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we were having a great time here in the office, well, at least the people in the research department. I was in my element and they just couldn’t resist my &lt;em&gt;kakulitan at kabaklaan&lt;/em&gt;. I felt like I’m finding another family here. The “kids” are getting submissive to me (yeah Raqz, the “ate” factor again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I entered the office this morning, I suddenly felt so low, sad, and bewildered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do better than what is expected of me not just at work but in life. I’m trying to enjoy myself and the good things I’m blessed with but still there’s a “certain sadness” (a song my sister loved) lurking in my heart. I strive to be happy and just take things lightly but I have those moments and I simply cannot understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Raqz last weekend. I never realized how much I missed my friend. We’ve been seatmates for 6 years and been travel buddies since. I missed PDI. I miss all my friends: Sha, Sha at the fourth, Tin, Insan, even Normandy and Alden, Myelene...But as I look back, I was no longer happy and I didn’t see any reason for me to stay except of course for financial considerations but I’m quite happy with it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, I don’t know what’s happening to me. I don’t have the energy, the willpower…&lt;em&gt;lowbat ako&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-3865715519787172852?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/3865715519787172852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/3865715519787172852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/03/certain-sadness.html' title='Certain sadness'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-6908229039475656017</id><published>2008-02-25T13:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T14:04:28.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Day-Lewis'/><title type='text'>Happy for Daniel Day-Lewis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.variety.com/graphics/awardcentral2007/DanielDay1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.variety.com/graphics/awardcentral2007/DanielDay1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very poetic. Very articulate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only all men are as good as Daniel Day-Lewis...I love the words he used in his speech. Made me fall in love with him all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day-Lewis is the hands-down winner for &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/7262222.stm"&gt;Best Actor&lt;/a&gt; at the Oscars. He swept most of the awards this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved Daniel as an actor because he is one of the handful few who truly earns the term "actor." He loses himself in his character and not one in his movies did I find any mannerism of Daniel. Always, it is the character that I see. He blends with it and truly gives face to what the role calls for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been my favorite since I saw him on "My Left Foot." It was a Holy Week and because there were not much to see, I stuck to it. It was my most precious moment having discovered someone like him to look up to. His dedication on his craft is simply remarkable. I've watched all his films and never tire of waiting for his movies. Because, it's always worth the wait. He is my ultimate favorite and always tops my most favorite people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apology for using saying this: For me he is the god of all actors. As one actress said: There is only one Daniel Day Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The full transcript of Daniel's speech from &lt;a href="http://oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/?pn=detail&amp;nominee=Day-Lewis%20Daniel%20-%20Actor%20Leading%20Role%20Nominee%20-%20There%20Will%20Be%20Blood"&gt;Oscars.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And that's the closest I'll ever come to getting a knighthood, so thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deepest thanks to the members of the Academy for whacking me with the handsomest bludgeon in town. I'm looking at this gorgeous thing you've given me and I'm thinking back to the first devilish whisper of an idea that came to him and everything since and it seems to me that this sprang like a golden sapling out of the mad, beautiful head of Paul Thomas Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my son and my partner HW Plainview were up here with me, the mighty Dillon Freasier. So many people to thank. One amongst them would be Mrs. Plainview down there, the enchantingly optimistic, open-minded and beautiful Rebecca Miller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that all those to whom I owe and to whom I feel the deepest gratitude will forgive me if I say just simply, "Thank you, Paul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot about fathers and sons in the course of this, and I'd like to accept this in the memory of my grandfather, Michael Balcon, my father, Cecil Day-Lewis, and my three fine boys, Gabriel, Ronan and Cashel. Thank you very much indeed. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-6908229039475656017?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6908229039475656017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=6908229039475656017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/6908229039475656017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/6908229039475656017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-for-daniel-day-lewis.html' title='Happy for Daniel Day-Lewis'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-704605556700561525</id><published>2008-02-22T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:05:27.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give up?</title><content type='html'>As the sun sets in, I wonder if I would be now looking out the window of my new office at the 25th floor in a building in Buendia, Makati if my mother were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it still haunts me that I didn’t follow her ardent wish that I stay with PDI. I’ve always wanted to change companies but didn’t realize that it would also mean changing jobs. Learning is never an easy thing to me. I always stumble, make a fool of myself, and appear to be clueless of the new job. But in the end, I always triumph. I know this pattern by heart because I’ve been through this many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not doubting my ability to learn but I don’t know how much of myself will I lose if I keep hanging on. I’m beginning to enjoy the job but the few people who live and thrive with sarcasm are too much for the rest of us here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself if I should give up because of the two people who just cannot live without insulting anyone every single day. I am lucky because they haven’t touched me in any way but the pessimism hangs in the air like molecules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tempted to fight back because I know I can, and I know people are behind me or if I don’t do it who else will? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no nirvana, I know that. But should people bear the draconian rule imposed by someone who is not even the “boss”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initially wanted to become part of the solution but the rate things are going, people here have given up. Should I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-704605556700561525?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/704605556700561525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=704605556700561525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/704605556700561525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/704605556700561525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/02/brave-new-world.html' title='Give up?'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-8779761478538910809</id><published>2008-02-22T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T09:31:06.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream man</title><content type='html'>I remember my friend T telling me that when I pray to God for the man of my dreams I MUST give Him very specific details. And just last week, I also heard the same thing from comedian Chinkee Tan as interviewed by Donita Rose on UniversiTV. Okay, so I'll put mine into writing so I won't forget. Actually I have very low standards. I'm realistic so I will just ask God for someone who is just within my reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want (that's "want" okay? I'm being demanding here.) someone who has:&lt;br /&gt;-the body and face of Marc Nelson&lt;br /&gt;-wit and humor of Rovilson Fernandez&lt;br /&gt;-intelligence of British Foreign Secretary David Milliband&lt;br /&gt;-rock star attitude and voice of Chris Cornell&lt;br /&gt;-as rich as Bill Gates (or Richard Branson will do)&lt;br /&gt;-loves animals like zoologist Hayden Turner&lt;br /&gt;-single, normal, perfectly healthy, independent &lt;br /&gt;-can decide on his own and can decide for the two of us&lt;br /&gt;-a real MAN&lt;br /&gt;-5-10 years older than me&lt;br /&gt;-lastly, someone who will love me a gazillion times more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to ask? I'm not choosy not even a perfectionist so I really lowered my standards so God won't have a hard time giving me THE ONE. Now one last thing: I hope to meet this man this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-8779761478538910809?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8779761478538910809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=8779761478538910809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8779761478538910809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8779761478538910809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/02/dream-man.html' title='Dream man'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-7494359010582644939</id><published>2008-02-22T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T09:24:26.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='block'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writer'/><title type='text'>Mental block, writer's block</title><content type='html'>Neil Gaiman said during the 20th Philippine Advertising Congress in November held in Subic that there is no such thing as writer's block. But I don't know what to call what I'm going through right now. I've been staring at the monitor of my borrowed laptop (because my computer conked out again and I still can't buy one as of the moment) for 30 minutes and I wrote only two horrible paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disturbed by this. I have not written a single article or legitimate story in two-and-a-half-months. This is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to write two essays in English and Filipino for the past two weeks but I haven't filled the first page of each essay. Is this really the effect of "trying new things"? I am so frustrated..I feel like I want to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-7494359010582644939?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7494359010582644939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=7494359010582644939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7494359010582644939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7494359010582644939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/02/mental-block-writers-block.html' title='Mental block, writer&apos;s block'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-1076522298033446325</id><published>2008-02-15T14:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T18:55:05.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marc nelson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing race asia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rovilson fernandez'/><title type='text'>Almost but not quite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y82/j4ever/amazing_race_asia_2/mark-rovilson-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y82/j4ever/amazing_race_asia_2/mark-rovilson-002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crashing defeat of &lt;strong&gt;Marc Nelson &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Rovilson Fernandez &lt;/strong&gt;in last night's finale of &lt;strong&gt;The Amazing Race Asia 2 &lt;/strong&gt;really broke my heart. It's not that I'm not happy with the winners Adrian and Collin, it's just that among the 3 teams, the Philippine team came in last. (But hooray for waving the Philippine flag, guys! Touching gesture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To borrow one of Rovilson's lines, who by the way I find really witty and entertaining, "My heart fell at the bottom of the ocean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw how the roadblock will be played, I had the strange feeling that Adrian and Collin will be the ones to win the race. But I didn't expect that the two smart guys who many predicted will win would finish last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason I hardly watch these types of shows, only because Marc is there, it gets too personal for me and when the team/person I'm rooting for didn't win, it affects me. Silly, I know but it's me. Another thing is, I don't know how much of reality shows are scripted and which ones are not but for the sheer entertainment, I do watch a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I'm still a fan of the two, especially Marc. I enjoyed watching Rovilson and his witty remarks especially when he jokingly told the South African authorities that the other two teams are poachers, it was just hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who will be the Philippines' next team in TARA3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-1076522298033446325?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1076522298033446325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=1076522298033446325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1076522298033446325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1076522298033446325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/02/almost-but-not-quite.html' title='Almost but not quite'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y82/j4ever/amazing_race_asia_2/th_mark-rovilson-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-6816812221951333194</id><published>2008-02-14T10:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:34:46.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monsanto'/><title type='text'>The future of Pinoy comics...is here</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I had the opportunity to talk to two giants in their own right in their own respective industries. Illustrator/Creator extraordinaire &lt;a href="http://gilbertmonsanto.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gilbert Monsanto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and rock icon &lt;strong&gt;Wolf Gemora&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both have their concerns in the industries they are in. But what struck me the most was Monsanto's deep love and determination to save the comics industry in the country. Comics in the early days was a staple for every Filipino. For some reason, it deteriorated. Although foreign-published comics are getting its fair share among those who can afford, Pinoy comics are still struggling with only a niche market to serve. To think that it costs less than a hundred bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking and reading at Monsanto's &lt;strong&gt;Rambol &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Tropa&lt;/strong&gt;, it just boggles my mind how come it's not that popular in the mainstream. Is it because of that mentality that if it's not Marvel or DC, it's &lt;em&gt;bakya&lt;/em&gt;? Or it just lacks support?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsanto is right. Instead of blabbering about "Let's save the comics industry!" (which is not bad either), why don't we do something about it? He came up with his "babies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His words did not only inspire me to write a story but also to pursue drawing which I have been wanting to do since time immemorial. He told me that we make the "drive" to do the things we want to do. We must set our goals and act on it. Such words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that and &lt;a href="http://neilgaiman.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neil Gaiman's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; advice to just write and just keep the words "What if?" in mind, the ideas will keep pouring in. I'm at the crossroads of my life now, I guess these two men helped me figure out what life should really is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I saw the proofs of the upcoming issues of Monsanto's comics, I can't help but be excited. I already have favorites, mind you but that I will reveal when the next issues come out in the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For comics lovers out there, we have something to look forward to. Monsanto's and the other Filipino artists' comics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-6816812221951333194?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6816812221951333194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=6816812221951333194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/6816812221951333194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/6816812221951333194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/02/future-of-pinoy-comicsis-here.html' title='The future of Pinoy comics...is here'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-4480397675360621531</id><published>2008-02-12T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:32:05.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marc nelso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allan wu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing race asia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rovilson fernandez'/><title type='text'>TARA2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://miund.files.wordpress.com/2006/12/allan-wu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://miund.files.wordpress.com/2006/12/allan-wu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 reasons I'm addicted to &lt;a href="http://amazing-race-asia.axn-asia.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Amazing Race Asia 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. First, &lt;a href="http://amazing-race-asia.axn-asia.com/about/allan-wu/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allan Wu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Second. &lt;strong&gt;Allan Wu&lt;/strong&gt;. And third, &lt;strong&gt;Allan Wu&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan Wu, the host of &lt;strong&gt;TARA&lt;/strong&gt; is utterly delicious. Look at the muscles, the dimples, and the smile. A sight to behold! A US-educated Chinese, Wu is (funeral march please) happily married with 2 kids. He is a TV personality based in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I also watch the series because I'm rooting for Marc Nelson and Rovilson Fernandez who nearly swept all the legs of the races because of their wit and analytical skills. Why can't all men be like them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed TARA2 for the most part because the participants are all likeable. In fact, if Marc and Rovilson don't win, I would want Adrian and Colin to win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although sometimes it has become predictable on who would arrive first on the pit stop, it was exciting to see friends and couples battle it out. Their woes and concerns are sometimes dumb, sometimes trivial but when they go, my heart just goes out to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series exposes how well people can read between the lines and shouldn't take everything literally. The puzzles and the mazes of clues are just wickedly confusing. I couldn't help but shout "WICKED!" everytime Marc and Rovilson easily solve a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't miss the final episode on Thursday at 9pm on AXN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-4480397675360621531?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4480397675360621531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4480397675360621531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/02/tara2.html' title='TARA2'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-4517770726159207745</id><published>2008-01-29T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T13:31:15.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss the guys...so much</title><content type='html'>There are so many things running through my mind but the one thing that dominates my whole being right now is the hunger to write again. Well, I can do it here in this blog but writing features is different. For me it’s more satisfying and fulfilling. It always feels great to have readers send feedback for what you wrote. It’s a nice feeling to know that somehow you’ve touched people’s lives; that in your own small way you helped somebody in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can do it again on a regular basis with no pressure. I miss so many things right now. I miss chatting with R at this hour. I miss our AEs who I thought I despise so much. I miss J for his travel stories. L for her anime and rock music stuff. God, I didn’t realize how much of my life I left behind in PDI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a little overwhelmed with my feelings right now but it doesn’t mean that I want to go back. I just miss the people and the familiar world, and the familiar work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how much it sucks when you don’t have a mom. When there’s no one to tell you that you’re doing the wrong thing. I did the right thing I’m sure of that. I’m just confused why I’m feeling this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-4517770726159207745?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4517770726159207745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=4517770726159207745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4517770726159207745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4517770726159207745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-guysso-much.html' title='I miss the guys...so much'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-458782855879774379</id><published>2008-01-22T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T08:47:51.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning, surviving</title><content type='html'>Now I know how the blind must feel and they have all my respect for surviving this unforgiving world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a difficult time learning the technical side of market research. I told one of my bosses who has been very understanding and very helpful, and very supportive that I'm pretty scared because I don't know so many things. She said it's okay, I just have to be patient and just hang on. Soon, I can do it with my eyes closed. Because she's been through it. Like me, she didn't have any idea what research was when she came in 4 years ago. Now, she said, nobody can fool her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are hurdles of course, and knowing myself, I have the tendency to magnify the small things. I always think it's all about me but the truth is there really is no problem at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family in PDI, so much. Although the people here are all so sweet and helpful but sometimes, you can't help but feel homesick and miss the familiar world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss mom because I've got no one to turn to in times when I'm overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been good to me. I just have to learn to appreciate that and focus on the good things. I must, and I will. I won't give up now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-458782855879774379?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/458782855879774379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=458782855879774379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/458782855879774379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/458782855879774379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2008/01/learning-surviving.html' title='Learning, surviving'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-454287670982092101</id><published>2007-12-29T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:17:49.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goal'/><title type='text'>I believe I can fly</title><content type='html'>I received this text message from my new boss in my new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you for accepting our job offer. Challenging job and interesting people. I know you have the talent, interest, maturity, and right attitude. These are important.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m pretty excited and anxious with my new job. The expectations are high and I feel a bit pressured. I’m looking forward to working for another company with an entirely different business nature, different environment, and different people. I know it’s another adjustment but I feel I am ready for this big leap. I’ve been waiting for this opportunity for so long and when it came, I knew it was time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been doing a lot of reading on market research, grammar, and leadership. I want to learn everything I need to learn and focus on the new job at hand. The thing is, in spite of the high expectations I don’t feel the pressure to prove myself. Not that it’s a bad thing. I can be really competitive but I just want to enjoy this new work. I’m sure there’ll be politics involved but as what I’ve learned from my colleague Joel, you just need to focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much hope in me right now. I know there’ll be roadblocks but I believe that I can hurdle them because I am armed with the trust given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that my new company saw some potential in me, that I can do the job, can compete with the younger ones, and that I can lead. They looked beyond my physical appearance, my weaknesses. They saw something “within” me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s still too early to say if this is what I really want to do all I know is this is the world I want to be: corporate and gives the opportunity to explore my strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that happened to me in the last two months is a classic case of &lt;em&gt;nadapa at bumangon&lt;/em&gt;. In such short a time, I am a new person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a choice I made in spite of the opposition from friends and elders. I’m not going to prove anything to anyone because honestly, I don’t have time for that right now. There’s no place for resentment at this point. I am focused on my goal one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with this choice…really happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-454287670982092101?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/454287670982092101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=454287670982092101' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/454287670982092101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/454287670982092101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/choices.html' title='I believe I can fly'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-1027137304056737886</id><published>2007-12-28T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T20:30:54.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firecracker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year&apos;s eve'/><title type='text'>Firecracker-less society?</title><content type='html'>If there can be a gunless-society why not a firecracker-less society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand what’s the deal with firecrackers on New Year’s Eve? Honestly, I hate those who invented it and those who started using it in festivities. Call me kill-joy but I despise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started despising the use of it when I saw one of my dogs, James, shaking one New Year’s Eve. He’s very afraid of the loud noise. Reports say that dogs can hear at least 6 times more than humans so you can only imagine how much they have to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I don’t understand. Media may not notice it but they help advertise these firecrackers in the guise of news reports. They're giving it free publicity. Just this afternoon the headlines are all about the firecracker capital of the country, Bocaue, and the rising prices of their supplies. When people see it they’ll know that there are much cheaper stores in Bulacan so they’ll go there and buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they’ll flash on screen safety tips in handling firecrackers! Ano ba talaga kuya? A friend of mine also pointed out that in what's with the giving of tips on how to handle firecrackers? It's as if telling people it's okay: it's okay to use it as long as you be careful. Nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire Davao City because the local government is able to completely prohibit the use of firecrackers. It’s the definitive silent night. It only shows that you can greet the New Year without those loud banging noises. Marikina is following the example of Davao and knowing the residents of Marikina they are compliant with the city’s ordinances. They are the model city for handling stray animals with a very few incidents of rabies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, can Manila Mayor Alfredo Lim who claims that he can stop criminality deal with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in our place in Gerona, Tondo, Manila, Barangay 87 Zone 7, the police are the main proponents and suppliers of these high-powered firecrackers. Just yesterday, we saw several rounds of Judas Belt being brought to the junk shop just across our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year’s Eve is NEVER my favorite time of the year because of this. This early I'm already worrying about that night and what should I do with my pets. I'm glad that Dr. Nick Carpio of Vets in Practice Clinic in Mandaluyong City gave me Calmivet to help James deal with the noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, we have to endure this and every year, I greet the year ahead with so much stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-1027137304056737886?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1027137304056737886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=1027137304056737886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1027137304056737886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1027137304056737886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/firecracker-less-society.html' title='Firecracker-less society?'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-1557290496832851637</id><published>2007-12-26T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:27:46.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disobedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Appreciating parents</title><content type='html'>It’s interesting to note that when we were kids, teens especially, we take pleasure in defying our parents. We would master the word “no” at an early age, and would go as far as becoming a rebel just so to get a degree in disobedience. We thought our parents were too hard on us and wanted to direct or run our lives for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when they’re gone, we find ourselves thinking: what would mom do, what would mom tell me in this situation, what would dad pick, if they were in my shoes would they like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when they’re already gone, that’s the time we realize how valuable their words are. And sometimes, you find yourself doing the very same thing you hated about them. There was a saying I heard from a friend that most daughters, more often than not, turn out to be an exact replica of their mothers’ habits and attitudes, even if some hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should treasure our parents, especially our mothers. What did Billy Bob Thornton say when Angelina Jolie’s mother passed away? “Some things don’t get better by the days,” or words to that effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our parents only want the best for, and from, us. I wish children would have the maturity to appreciate that at an early age because we wouldn’t be here without our parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-1557290496832851637?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1557290496832851637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=1557290496832851637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1557290496832851637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1557290496832851637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/appreciating-parents.html' title='Appreciating parents'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-7828351714780503100</id><published>2007-12-25T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T17:40:15.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R3ESPnC_P8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/BDiY7t6qhVU/s1600-h/xmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R3ESPnC_P8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/BDiY7t6qhVU/s200/xmas1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147915908450041794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only last year that I started going out on Christmas Day. Normally, I would just be in the house like it’s just another day: eat, sleep, read, and watch TV. But since I noticed that my nephew was not having fun, I decided to treat him out on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I wanted to bring him to Shangri-La Plaza Mall in Mandaluyong because of my experience last year at the SM Mall of Asia. The throng made me sick and claustrophobic so I assumed Shang would have fewer people as it always is. Unfortunately, it’s closed for the day so we ended up going to, yes, SM Megamall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, after we heard Mass and visited my mom, we watched a movie. We had lunch at a Japanese fast-food restaurant and I allowed him to do his ultimate chore in life: play videogames at Timezone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, as everyone knows, has been utterly commercialized but I guess that’s just the way it is. Kids are having fun and everyone is in the festive mood. No matter how you try to avoid it, you’ll be infected by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a little concerned about the way Filipinos practice their faith. Yes, they go to Mass but there were very few who understand the solemnity of the Mass. One young lady was not allowed to take her communion because her outfit is too revealing (read: improper for the service). This attire issue had been debated when the Catholic Church issued guidelines on what to wear and proper observance of the Mass. When the Church was not doing anything to salvage the decreasing number of Catholics, people talk, now that the clergy did something they criticize it. Whew! Must be hard on the people of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I see children playing toys, running around, elders talking. It just irritates me. I don’t see these scenes during the Iglesia ni Cristo’s service (on TV). How come Catholics couldn’t do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why would you bring a months-old baby inside the cinema? I just ignored it when the poor baby started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people in the arcade and kids and adults play their hearts out cleaning up their purses for the exciting games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is another reason for families to go out. Why not on ordinary days? Because it’s a special occasion. They have different reasons and varied degrees of the day’s significance nevertheless it’s still great to see how they celebrate it. Like celebrating someone’s birthday which actually it is. They may not be aware of it but they are celebrating the birth of Christ in such a festive mood. And that lifts up our spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-7828351714780503100?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7828351714780503100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=7828351714780503100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7828351714780503100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7828351714780503100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-2007.html' title='Christmas 2007'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R3ESPnC_P8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/BDiY7t6qhVU/s72-c/xmas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-8301877678451861971</id><published>2007-12-24T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T13:16:55.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noche buena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmastime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>So this is Christmas…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:XKFe_qvfrTEFsM:www.asksam.com/ebooks/christmas-carols/christmas-carols.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:XKFe_qvfrTEFsM:www.asksam.com/ebooks/christmas-carols/christmas-carols.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…without mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first Christmas without my parents. I’ll be observing (not celebrating) it with my nephew and nobody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmastime. It’s my favorite time of the year but not this year. I didn’t get into the spirit. It’s Christmas Eve and I don’t have gifts for my friends yet. I just don’t feel it. The closest that I got into the festive mood was when I bought my nephew some stuff. My house help had to take charge of decorating the house ‘cause I was not in the mood. S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Noche Buena&lt;/span&gt;? Very simple. It’s the first time that I’ll be in charge of a “feast.” Usually, it’s mom’s turf so it’s kind of nerve-wracking because I’m not really a cook in the true sense of the word. I can toss and whip up something for everyday meals but not for a feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss mom and dad so much, and my sister too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-8301877678451861971?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8301877678451861971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=8301877678451861971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8301877678451861971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8301877678451861971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-this-is-christmas.html' title='So this is Christmas…'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-4535395394000358440</id><published>2007-12-23T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T22:16:47.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noel Cabangon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ken Zhu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batanes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adolf Alix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iza Calzado'/><title type='text'>‘Batanes,’ the movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R23AHnC_P7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/UijkjgjfZ7A/s1600-h/batanes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R23AHnC_P7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/UijkjgjfZ7A/s320/batanes1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146981186127478706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered why some Filipino filmmakers don’t make use of the wonderful sceneries in the Philippines as settings in their movies. I’ve always envied Koreans as well as Kiwis (New Zealand) for being proud of the many scenic spots in their countries by “exploiting” them in their films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to prolific Filipino director Adolf Alix for using Batanes as one of the “central characters” on his movie called, well, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Batanes.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is not the first time Alix made use of the province as a backdrop to his movies. The location of his &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Kadin”&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (which I failed to see) is also in Batanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Batanes” stars &lt;a href=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iza_Calzado&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Iza Calzado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and F4 heartthrob &lt;a href=“http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ken_Chu&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ken Zhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple but memorable is how I will describe the movie. Not since &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros” &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;have I fell in love in a movie; something that I want to watch over and over again; something that was etched in my mind…and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kasal.com/images/rr/feat/feat65a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.kasal.com/images/rr/feat/feat65a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iza is Pam, a city girl who fell in love with Rico, an Ivatan or a native of Batanes. In her visit, she is greeted by the warmth of Rico’s family which I assure you are one of the many traits people in Batanes are known for. That’s genuine and it’s in their nature. That visit marks the beginning of her new life when she married Rico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rico respects the sea so much. But the sea that he so loved is also the one who took his life, that is in Pam’s point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her effort to relive the life he once had with Rico, she often goes to places they once had been. When she spent an afternoon in an island a storm came. Come evening, an unconscious stranger is drifted ashore. And that’s how the love story of Pam and Kao (Ken Chu) began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not one of those chick flicks that will give the clichéd kilig moments. There are kilig moments of course, otherwise it’s no longer a love story, but they are so natural, so familiar that sometimes I felt I was the one in the movie (yes, I dream of hugging—and kissing Ken).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, Pam’s father-in-law opposes the budding love between them but as always, love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img150.imageshack.us/img150/3852/a007778114244157sc7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img150.imageshack.us/img150/3852/a007778114244157sc7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just when the two are beginning to realize the mutual love between them, Kao has to go back to Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the scene when Pam thought she once again lost another love to the sea, it truly, truly tugs at my heart. Jesus, I cried buckets to think that it’s only like 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s a feel-good movie, the ending offers hope and more love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iza’s acting affected me so much that I forgot I was watching a movie. I could feel her pain everytime she sets the table for two after her Rico’s death; everytime she cries while embracing her husband’s shirt; and everytime she looks at the sea there’s pain in her eyes. There are times though that she couldn’t get enough tears in the most intense moments but still, she pulled it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken, well, when Taiwanese band F4 was popular here, I was actually rooting for him instead of the other three who are more popular than him, simply because he is the least commercialized, the more intelligent, the more talented (he writes his own songs), he can cook (he wrote a cookbook) and believe me, he’s the most handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t say that much into his acting but he is credible as a stranded stranger. I love that it feels so natural when he tries to explain something to Pam but they just couldn’t understand each other. And I know that unlike his contemporaries, he has outgrown the boy-band thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iza and Ken look good onscreen. Initially, I was afraid that there may not have chemistry but they made people fall in love with them. They’re so natural. Alix brings out the best in the two, and the best of both worlds. The idea (the bold idea) of casting a Taiwanese, instead of a Korean (which is more popular here) or a Western actor is simply laudable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very much evident that Alix loves Batanes by making it as one of the central characters and sharing the spotlight with the two actors. In fact it has as many screen shots as the others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musical score by Jesse Lucas is…fantastic! Unforgettable and just amazing because I’m teary-eyed most of the time. It’s just so sad that there are only two songs featured in the movie written by Noel Cabangon. “Hanggang sa Dulo” was by Jolina Magdangal, and the other one which the title escapes me was performed by Cabangon. Simply put, there’s no soundtrack and I cannot enjoy Lucas’ music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are reviews made by the more learned which I will try to post in the future but this is my “own take” on the movie. I tried not to be biased because I love Batanes. But if it is still showing after the movie festival this Christmas season, it’s worth watching. A movie that will be etched in my heart (and I hope yours too) forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-4535395394000358440?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4535395394000358440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=4535395394000358440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4535395394000358440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4535395394000358440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/batanes-movie.html' title='‘Batanes,’ the movie'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R23AHnC_P7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/UijkjgjfZ7A/s72-c/batanes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-2654883669643522971</id><published>2007-12-14T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:14:49.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='financial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='propriety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-assurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life coach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>Life’s lessons</title><content type='html'>Sifting through some month-old newspapers I haven’t read, I came across articles that seem to describe how I’m feeling or how I’m dealing with some issues during the past months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are about propriety, self-assurance, and financial stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll begin with the last issue. As far as I can remember, I’ve always been worried that my finances would just disappear in a snap. There’s a story behind that. There was a point in my family’s life that we were broke, and that sort of molded me into a cheapskate. Like any Libran, I always weigh things if I would have to buy expensive stuff. It would take weeks and weeks of rationalizing if I really need it. There were times that I would give in and there were times when the fixation just faded. So, until now, I always worry about spending too much, and sometimes, not spending that much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have this issue of why they can save that much and why couldn’t I? Well, if you’re in charge of every bill in the house, and you only earn so much, how can you follow the rule that 20 percent of your income should go to the bank? Or maybe, no matter how I try to be thrifty I’m still a spender. And I would always blame myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I came across a letter in the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Junior Inquirer &lt;/span&gt;of 11-year-old Mariefel Nicole Deypalan of Lanao del Norte, saying how grateful she is of what she has after reading an article on children living in cemeteries and could hardly get by. I felt like, whoa! Here I am worrying about money matters when I had an easy time looking for a job when I felt I no longer enjoy my current job. It’s like pow! Wham! Bam! Girl, count your blessings instead. You’ve come a long way since the hard times in the old town. Stop worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed these things to wake me up from my deep slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-assurance and propriety. I’ve always been shy. I’m not sure if it’s because I was a sheltered child or just plain genetic. Before I decided to take the big leap, (I just realized now) I have been doing things to please others. Recalling the many instances when I do things because I felt that my colleague would approve of it or I want her to say something nice to me. It’s so silly realizing that now! Jesus! There were times when I would buy dresses and think, what would she think if wear this in the office? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I made a decision, so huge everybody was surprised, I felt so liberated from those attachments. I didn’t consult anyone about this and believe it or not, I am empowered. It feels like a newly overhauled car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this decision is something that many in my batch are so afraid to do. The risk is so big: financial security, comfort zone, established friendships and relationships, internal connections, company prestige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did it! Not just because of economics but because I did tread the road less traveled and it feels so damn sweet. It, somehow, boosted my confidence and energy level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s this line from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Alchemist-Plus-Paulo-Coelho/dp/0061122416/ref=cm_lmf_tit_7_rsrsrs0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which was rephrased in an article by Gilda Cordero Fernando (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How to survive propriety, PDI, November 4, 2007, Page C1&lt;/span&gt;): Once you make up your mind the universe will conspire to make everything fall into place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a fan of self-help books; in fact I feel that having a professional life coach is a bit preposterous. But come to think of it, our friends and our families are our life’s coaches we just don’t know it. We go to them when we need a shoulder to cry on or someone to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these lessons in life that I learned on my own are something I am truly proud of. I’ve been submissive all my life, and now I’m learning independent thinking. As I’ve said, I have misses but I also have hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends thought that I’m just confused because of the deaths in the family; that my mind is not on the right track; that I don’t think rationally as they do; that I don’t even think at all in doing the leap. But hey, it doesn’t matter to me anymore because I am much happier. And this is an achievement I can truly call my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-2654883669643522971?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2654883669643522971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=2654883669643522971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/2654883669643522971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/2654883669643522971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/lifes-lessons.html' title='Life’s lessons'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-4943881467440795965</id><published>2007-12-13T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:12:51.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheel of time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brandon sanderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>New author for Wheel of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R2EExSmwPYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hAm2ihBYq2A/s1600-h/200px-Brandon_Sanderson_at_CONduit_2007.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R2EExSmwPYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hAm2ihBYq2A/s320/200px-Brandon_Sanderson_at_CONduit_2007.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143397494288301442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is interesting. I'm a newbie in the fantasy genre so I haven't heard of &lt;a href="http://www.brandonsanderson.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Brandon Sanderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. In the &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/books/12/12/books.finalfantasy.ap/index.html#cnnSTCText"&gt;news story on CNN&lt;/a&gt; it states that Sanderson will finish (or write) the final book of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Robert Jordan's The Wheel of Time &lt;/span&gt;series. Sanderson is the author of "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mistborn&lt;/span&gt;" series and his first novel is titled "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Elantris&lt;/span&gt;." Interesting titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to it because writing a book of another author is way different from say, directing a sequel. And Sanderson is writing one book preceded by 11 books written by only one author. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOT has legion of fans (with 44 million copies sold since the first book "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Eye of the World &lt;/span&gt;came out in 1990) and I'm sure they are as intrigued as I am as to how the new writer will end the series that have captured the hearts of many. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-4943881467440795965?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4943881467440795965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=4943881467440795965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4943881467440795965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4943881467440795965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-author-for-wheel-of-time.html' title='New author for Wheel of Time'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R2EExSmwPYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hAm2ihBYq2A/s72-c/200px-Brandon_Sanderson_at_CONduit_2007.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-8564982667231978534</id><published>2007-12-12T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T09:43:42.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fast food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity chefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertisement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk'/><title type='text'>Chefs for fast-food</title><content type='html'>I think it was 2 years ago when I first heard of British chef &lt;a href="http://www.jamieoliver.com/"&gt;Jamie Oliver&lt;/a&gt;. The news was about his campaign to promote healthy and nutritious food in schools. As a chef, he felt obliged and responsible for giving people the right choices of what to eat. So, from then on I have this idea that chefs are really serious about their “vocation” and is all for healthy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I’m a bit puzzled—and surprised—to see three Filipino chefs in a TV advertisement for a fast-food chain. I thought, aren’t they supposed to endorse healthy eating? These are the “so-called celebrity chefs” who have their own TV shows and a number of endorsements. I have nothing against fast-food because I myself is a patron. I have my favorites, actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a curiosity on my part on where does the responsibility of chefs begin and end. If they will only offer fast (junk) foods, then why the heck study in those expensive cooking schools? I myself have the secret recipe of the most delicious gravy of one of these fast-food chains. Why bother?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-8564982667231978534?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8564982667231978534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=8564982667231978534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8564982667231978534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8564982667231978534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/chefs-for-fast-food.html' title='Chefs for fast-food'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-7346123138688929252</id><published>2007-12-05T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:23:20.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rebels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siege'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manila Pen'/><title type='text'>Fetish for 5-stars</title><content type='html'>I find &lt;a href="http://gibbscadiz.blogspot.com/2007/11/lunch-with-rebels.html"&gt; this post by Gibbs Cadiz&lt;/a&gt; about the now infamous &lt;strong&gt;Manila Pen siege&lt;/strong&gt; really amusing. This is exactly what I thought of the first time I heard of the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You must wonder at these firebrands. First Oakwood, now the Peninsula. They must love the amenities and free toiletries so much. Or the fact that, after all the hubbub is done and they're off to either the stockade again or--in the event that they did manage to oust The Woman--Malacanang Palace, nobody's gonna dare bill them for their stay in the place. Neat."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-7346123138688929252?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7346123138688929252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=7346123138688929252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7346123138688929252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7346123138688929252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/fetish-for-5-stars.html' title='Fetish for 5-stars'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-4423075565425780601</id><published>2007-12-05T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:06:17.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='less-privileged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>'Meri Kidsmas'</title><content type='html'>It's always a nice feeling to be able to help. Would you like to experience that feeling too? Here's how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just buy a T-shirt for only P300 and you'll contribute in giving a memorable Christmas party to some less-privileged kids in Camarines Sur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front design is done by Robert Alejandro, and the back design is done by my friend &lt;a href="http://rleyesa.multiply.com/"&gt;Ray Leyesa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call Jules at 0928-5060309.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R1ag4ymwPOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HNVC15Zle0o/s1600-h/Kidsmas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R1ag4ymwPOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HNVC15Zle0o/s320/Kidsmas2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140472922207436002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R1ag_ymwPPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GSE-0rDts4A/s1600-h/Kidsmas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R1ag_ymwPPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GSE-0rDts4A/s320/Kidsmas3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140473042466520306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-4423075565425780601?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4423075565425780601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=4423075565425780601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4423075565425780601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4423075565425780601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/meri-kidsmas.html' title='&apos;Meri Kidsmas&apos;'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R1ag4ymwPOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HNVC15Zle0o/s72-c/Kidsmas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-4808845319156103869</id><published>2007-12-05T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:17:00.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conde'/><title type='text'>Tribute to Conde, the horse</title><content type='html'>One late afternoon a few weeks ago, I received a call from my friend Tin. She was a little disoriented but she was able to tell me the message: A horse collapsed in front of PDI office, still alive but seems to be in a bad shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted brigade my network of animal welfare activists and veterinarians because I was at home and couldn't think of any way to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted Dr. Nielsen Donato of Vets in Practice if he could recommend a horse doctor to send over to the site to look at the condition of the horse. He sent a name. But Tessa who is so used to such emergency had the presence of mind to call a nearer vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted Animal Welfare Coalition's Mona Consunji because Tin told me that the owner of the horse wanted to bring the horse with him. I know Mona knows how to handle this and her very determined attitude to help the animals is enough to intimidate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at home waiting for any news. And Tin told me, they had to put down the horse because he was in a really bad shape. Honestly, I am glad I wasn't there coz I must have lost my wits and could've pinned the owner down and let him feel how he abused the very nice horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horses have soulful eyes and it pains me to think how he must have suffered the past years. Tessa was told that the horse was sold and then bought again because he was not that good enough. Conde, I think was a race horse. This is the problem with racing, once the animal's career is done, he/she will be ditched off like some rag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fate that Conde collapsed in front of our office so that at least on his last hours, he would feel loved and cared for. He is now buried in a farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an excerpt and the link to &lt;a href="http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/breakingnews/metro/view_article.php?article_id=101678"&gt;Charles Buban's article&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R1fLxSmwPXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mlDYY_6FxBY/s1600-h/conde1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R1fLxSmwPXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mlDYY_6FxBY/s320/conde1a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140801547335122290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conde the Horse finally gets the treatment he deserves &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANILA, Philippines--In what was to be his last hours as a maltreated working horse, Conde finally found a way to get even with his master: The 16-year-old horse collapsed in front of the PDI offices along Chino Roces Avenue in Makati City and found the attention he probably never experienced in his entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight of Conde being forced by his owner to get up was unbearable on Saturday as a number of Inquirer employees accosted the owner, 65-year-old Jose Hernandez, who even tried to load the crippled horse onto a jeepney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not every day that you see a horse collapse in front of your office. Seeing the owner force the horse to get up is already too much and one just has to intervene,” said editor Aries Espinosa, one of the employees who first rushed to the scene and called a veterinarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the responding staff of Modomo Veterinary Clinic in Makati, the horse, which was pulling a sulky and heading for the Philippine Racing Club at the Sta. Ana Race Track, was malnourished and severely dehydrated. A sulky is a lightweight, two-wheeled cart usually pulled by a horse or dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The condition of Conde is so despicable. Yes, the horse is already old with his hind legs showing evidence of fractures. But the evidence is clear that the owner was maltreating the horse,” said Dr. Percy Modomo, who used up eight bottles of dextrose just to revive the fallen horse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-4808845319156103869?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4808845319156103869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=4808845319156103869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4808845319156103869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4808845319156103869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/tribute-to-conde-horse.html' title='Tribute to Conde, the horse'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R1fLxSmwPXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mlDYY_6FxBY/s72-c/conde1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-5829759765531230866</id><published>2007-12-04T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:03:03.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe me, please?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so after many things happened to me this year, I decided to embark to another journey in life. Only a few believe that this is something I wanted to do for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, recent career decision has something to do with it but as my friend R said, it happened because there was a reason behind it, that it would pave the way for me to find a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nobody really believed me. It's not a hasty decision. I've been wanting to explore other career possibilities but it just so happened that the opportunity came when I'm in a crossroad. So I feel that if I didn't go through that episode in my life, I would not have realized that there is something for me out there. That there's another life waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feels that where I am now is the best company. I have to agree because compared with the others in the industry we have the best package. BUT, I have to look at OTHER industries where there are better opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed off when somebody commented that my feelings have to be processed as if I committed a grave mistake. Before this one, yes I have to admit I did. But I learned my lesson and I have a very strong feeling I'm on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I feel better now. I feel lighter because I'm looking forward to something very different to my life for 11 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have misses but I also have hits. I hope people will just respect my decision and wish me all the luck in the world. That's what I need now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-5829759765531230866?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5829759765531230866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=5829759765531230866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/5829759765531230866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/5829759765531230866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/believe-me-please.html' title='Believe me, please?'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-4011778666648229162</id><published>2007-12-01T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:58:55.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny pets</title><content type='html'>Just one of the many things that makes me happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R1Fl2ymwPMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-LNu0vv3v44/s1600-R/Kulit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R1Fl2ymwPMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fXJzepczylg/s320/Kulit2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139000641778105538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R1FlCSmwPLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XzIOu2sOYDU/s1600-R/Kulit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R1FlCSmwPLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5x9fttDOEE0/s320/Kulit1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138999739834973362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-4011778666648229162?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4011778666648229162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=4011778666648229162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4011778666648229162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4011778666648229162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/funny-pets.html' title='Funny pets'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R1Fl2ymwPMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fXJzepczylg/s72-c/Kulit2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-5421419022978602933</id><published>2007-11-30T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:19:19.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manila Pen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Comedy of errors</title><content type='html'>Yesterday’s drama (or comedy if you ask me) is yet another blow to the Philippine economy which as the government says is picking up. Before the Manila Peninsula siege, the peso is at P42++ to a dollar which is a huge development. That act of the dissidents yesterday morning cast a shadow to investors again (in case you guys don’t know the effect of your actions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m more concerned of the accusations hurled at the media for being so gullible and served as an obstruction to police operations. Weren’t they lured in that situation? Everybody’s blaming the media, everybody who’s not in media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My questions are these and I share these with the security analyst interviewed on CNN). Why weren’t they stopped from the regional trial court in the first place? Why weren’t they stopped on the streets on their way to Manila Pen? Trillanes is a prisoner in case you forgot). What in the world is the intelligence unit doing and this was not prevented to think that one of the rebels is in jail? They claim to be doing this for the masses so why always do it in an air-conditioned hotel and not in the streets? When they said they represent the Filipino people, where were the Filipino people yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect their idealism, alright. Doing something which they think is right and for the good of the people. Sabi nga, if you see evil happening before your eyes and you don’t do anything, you’re more evil than the one committing it. But the question is, will it be for the greater good? I don’t know, I don’t really know how it works. I’m confused that this had to happen the second time and they said it will happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of these stuff, and unless it is another grave reason, I won't be buying any mutiny or people power again. I just want to move on with my life. I don’t want another negative publicity that would merit a headline on CNN which would then affect the economy. It’s a pity that countries like Thailand and Vietnam have overtaken us economy-wise. I’m so sad. Every time I go to another country, I just feel sorry for the Philippines because we’ve been left behind by years and years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we want now is for the economy to do much better so there’ll be no more poor people in this country. The effect of a booming economy is not instant. It’s a long process and will only be felt if it continues to develop in a steady pace for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, please spare Makati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-5421419022978602933?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/5421419022978602933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/5421419022978602933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/11/comedy-of-errors.html' title='Comedy of errors'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-7784818103960826931</id><published>2007-11-29T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:03:26.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiapo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tondo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical'/><title type='text'>I miss photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R056ZkvBNyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TSBszWT3TYM/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138178804652521250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R056ZkvBNyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TSBszWT3TYM/s200/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long while since I got hold of my SLR and I haven't shot any nice photo of late aside from the ones of my pets. And I miss taking photos, the feel, the high of every shutter, and the delight of seeing it in print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when my leave starts on Monday, I will take some time to go around Manila and take some really good shots and I'll have plenty of time to organize the photos I've taken in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manila has so much to offer and even with all the negative publicity it is a photographer's haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tondo alone is teeming with historical sites that have been lost in time. Along the streets of Felix Huertas in Tayuman, there are old Spanish houses worthy of a shot. In Quiapo, I've been meaning to shoot the house of Gregoria de Jesus just across the Quiapo Church. The Liwasang Bonifacio and the Post Office building is a sight to behold at night. Even the Manila City Hall is a historial "sight".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography is an expression and this is one way that I can express myself without explaining why. The photos are there to speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most admired photographer is &lt;a href="http://www.stevemccurry.com/main.php"&gt;Steve McCurry&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;First because his photo of the Afghan girl was my first taste on the beauty of photography. Second, I love how he sees an angle and the blending of colors. Third, is that he does not limit himself to photojournalism alone or landscape alone. He is very flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stevemccurry.com/main.php"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is one classic example of an eye-catching and yet haunting photo of McCurry. It is about a child "resting" in an abandoned car during the war in Kuwait in 1991. Like the picture of the Afghan girl, it speaks of what this boy has gone through, what war does to a child, and how they were robbed of their innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Another war photographer that I like is &lt;a href="http://www.jamesnachtwey.com/"&gt;James Nachtwey&lt;/a&gt; but his war photos are too disturbing for me but I must say he is one hell of a photographer. &lt;em&gt;Sayang&lt;/em&gt; I've given away my magazines with his photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;For me, photography is not just about recording pictures or events. It is about capturing the soul of the moment, and sharing it with others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-7784818103960826931?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7784818103960826931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=7784818103960826931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7784818103960826931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7784818103960826931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-miss-photography.html' title='I miss photography'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R056ZkvBNyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TSBszWT3TYM/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-6062353933522245413</id><published>2007-11-22T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T21:27:08.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil Gaiman'/><title type='text'>My Neil Gaiman experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R1Fg_SmwPKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YSwAxFV9daM/s1600-R/neil3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R1Fg_SmwPKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/J0vesMPpKWM/s320/neil3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138995290248854690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had the chance to interview Philippine rock icons Basti Artadi and Wolf Gemora, I thought it was heaven on earth; that it was one of the best things that ever happened to my career. But today, I must say is the greatest! It's not every day that a person get to interview the most popular (and the finest) post-modern fantasy writer and graphic novel author of our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the 20th Philippine Advertising Congress being held in Subic, one of the most anticipated speakers is Stardust author and Beowulf screenwriter Neil Gaiman. And because I am covering the ad congress, I had the chance to listen to his talk and more, actually. The person in charge of public relations arranged an interview with the three leading papers in the country, and that includes my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am face to face with Neil Gaiman. I talked to him. I interviewed him. I had a photo with him. He signed my book. He wrote my name. I spent the whole morning with this icon forgetting to cover my paper's event on the other side of the convention hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to cover this event because it's going to be toxic (it is) but only for this face to face meeting with an esteemed author, I didn't mind the other works at all. It's more than worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing an article about his talk, and I will write a nice piece for this blog which I am reviving now. (Just lost my parents in the recent months which explains the silence.) I will follow his advice to just write...and finish it. There's no such thing as "mental block, we're only stuck" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 22, 2007 will be my annual holiday: my Neil Gaiman Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-6062353933522245413?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6062353933522245413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=6062353933522245413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/6062353933522245413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/6062353933522245413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-neil-gaiman-experience.html' title='My Neil Gaiman experience'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R1Fg_SmwPKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/J0vesMPpKWM/s72-c/neil3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-4095821140713524952</id><published>2007-10-26T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T17:37:11.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Taken for a ride'</title><content type='html'>It was only this morning that I learned of the news that the guy is a free man again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-4095821140713524952?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4095821140713524952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4095821140713524952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/10/taken-for-ride.html' title='&apos;Taken for a ride&apos;'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-5495479764306699827</id><published>2007-09-24T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T14:25:11.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howie severino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lenny villa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fraternity'/><title type='text'>Losing the meaning of "brotherhood"</title><content type='html'>It was years ago when the story of Atenean Lenny Villa was all over the papers, TV, and radio. My sister and I were glued on TV watching over and over the story of how a young, good-looking, promising student lost his life in an initiation just to become a member of a fraternity. Until now, I cannot reconcile the idea of having to go through such hardships just to be accepted in a community of the best people in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the TV advice I got from my inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is brod thicker than water?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A true tale of two UP frats, two victims, two mothers...one closure...a story of crime and redemption... an I-Witness documentary. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mabuhay si brod...!"Howie Severino team's I-WitnessMonday at midnight, September 24, 2007 on GMA7 (a day or two later on Pinoy TV overseas)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;During the four Sundays of September, along festive Taft Avenue, thousands have taken the bar exams to become lawyers and future leaders of the country. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hazing victim Cris Mendez had dreamt of going to law school and someday passing the bar. Instead, he was buried on the first day of the bar exams. In the intense month of taking the bar and soul-searching over Cris's death, I-Witness’ Howie Severino explores UP Law, the nation’s leading law school--now known for powerful fraternities that has produced both leaders and killers.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unable to find the suspected fraternity, Sigma Rho, Howie spends time instead with the frat’s archrival, Alpha Phi Beta. Some of the APB brods were convicted for the 1998 hazing death of Alex Icasiano and spent up to two years in prison. One brod talks movingly about the stigma of being an ex-convict in law school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was there justice? Could this be a road map for Sigma Rho? Howie asks the mother of Icasiano, the APB neophyte who died. She describes the hard path to the conviction and ultimately forgiveness, and her relationship with the frat today--which counts two Supreme Court justices and Senator Chiz Escudero, in addition to her son, among its proud roster of brods. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a moving scene of the documentary, Mrs. Icasiano meets Cris Mendez’ mother for the first time to offer her condolences. Howie for his part finally comes face to face with Sigma Rho brods and is surprised by the kind of men he meets. It gives him hope that Sigma Rho will eventually choose to do the right thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-5495479764306699827?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5495479764306699827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=5495479764306699827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/5495479764306699827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/5495479764306699827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/09/losing-meaning-of-brotherhood.html' title='Losing the meaning of &quot;brotherhood&quot;'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-1156682969460466596</id><published>2007-09-22T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T17:44:26.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SkyCable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cable'/><title type='text'>Switching cable TV</title><content type='html'>It's final. I'm switching our cable subscription from SkyCable to Global Destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been mulling over this decision for days but after inquiring with Sky yesterday, I felt that I don't get my money's worth. Even if I don't speak fluent French or don't even understand German, it's always a delight for me to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TV5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deutschewelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So when I found out that I couldn't access these channels I immediately called up Sky. They told me it's on Channel 72 and 73 but I tried looking for them to no avail. These are important channels to me because there are really good French movies (with English subtitles) and good lifestyle shows in Germany. Plus, I'm planning to go back to school to study French. When I studied Level 1 French at &lt;a href="http://alliance.ph/"&gt;Alliance de Manille&lt;/a&gt; our teacher told us that watching French films and shows can help a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only stuck with SkyCable because of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;National Geographic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; channel. That's the only reason. But now that Sky is removing all the channels that I like, I don't see a reason for me to stay on. Destiny Cable has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Discovery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Animal Planet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; anyway. And by January 2008 all Solar channels will no longer be seen on SkyCable and that includes Jack TV! My favorite comedy channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I called up Sky I asked for instructions how can I have my subscription disconnected. And see what I've learned. Even if I fulfilled my obligation of staying for one year, I still have to pay P300 disconnection fee which I cannot see in the papers that they gave me when they were wooing me to subscribe. And more, the channel box that is refundable? I am the one to bring it to Tektite building in Pasig to get my P1,000 back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that good customer service? Sometimes, the downfall of a company, especially customer-based companies, is the lack of competency and strategy and often too much greed and deception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have National Geographic with Destiny Cable but at least I'll have two Korean channels, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arirang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KBS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That is more than good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that people will clearly define what good service is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-1156682969460466596?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1156682969460466596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=1156682969460466596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1156682969460466596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1156682969460466596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/09/switching-cable-tv.html' title='Switching cable TV'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-6783683909767041255</id><published>2007-09-21T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T17:37:53.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jin-hee ji'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korea'/><title type='text'>Loving Korean TV series</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.sbs.co.kr/newimg/tv/10/sub03_t_visual.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two weeks, I did things I was unable to do in the past months. I watched more TV; read less; eat more; surf more. But the one thing that I got hooked on is watching Korean TV series. I watch them in the morning, late afternoon, and late evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asianinfo.org/asianinfo/korea/jijinhee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.asianinfo.org/asianinfo/korea/jijinhee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorites is &lt;a href="http://sensasian.com/product.php/en/V11285-D/Ms.Kim"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Kim’s Million-Dollar Quest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which stars my favorite Korean actor &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ji_Jin_Hee"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jin-hee Ji&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of the famed &lt;a href="http://english.tour2korea.com/02Culture/TVMiniseries/daejangguem.asp?kosm=m2_6&amp;amp;konum=1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jewel in the Palace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I first saw—and liked—him on the drama &lt;a href="http://www.spcnet.tv/reviews/review.php?rID=28"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Sisters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which I watched on the Arirang Channel complete with English subtitles. He was very young on that program where he played the paramour of one of the married sisters. Next he was on &lt;a href="http://www.spcnet.tv/reviews/review.php?rID=1141"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spring Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a drama about a doctor and a woman who met in an island. I didn’t watch it because ABS-CBN filled it with commercials plus it’s a heavy drama. Maybe when I get a DVD I’ll watch it. Then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jewel in the Palace &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;came where he is known here as &lt;em&gt;“Si Kapitan.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/RvN2SzdxQrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_7BfrczJ1sE/s1600-h/jinhee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112560067420439218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/RvN2SzdxQrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_7BfrczJ1sE/s200/jinhee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Kim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a dramedy. It tells of a woman who lost her fiancé on the day of their wedding. She is determined to get everything that she lost with the help of the photographer in her wedding day who became her closest ally. She’s a cheapskate but a talented designer who took all the risks in setting up a business only to lose it again and again. It’s a simple story, most Korean series are, but very engaging.&lt;br /&gt;In the process, Miss Kim encounters adventures and misfortune which is caused by her rival. He became closer and closer to Jinhee up to the point that she can no longer imagine living without him although she hasn’t realized this until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series is full of laughter and really funny scenes like when they argue about money knowing how a cheapskate Miss Kim is. And there are heartwarming moments too like when the male protagonists sold his broken digital camera to buy his beloved bottles of lotion. (I wonder if there still exists a guy like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one TV series that I won’t mind watching over and over. I like the ending and I love the versatility of Jinhee who can shift from drama to comedy. I want to watch it in Korean although the dubbing and translation in Filipino is excellent. It’s really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/RvN2pzdxQsI/AAAAAAAAAFs/g7XAza2bs_c/s1600-h/jinhee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112560462557430466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="221" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/RvN2pzdxQsI/AAAAAAAAAFs/g7XAza2bs_c/s200/jinhee2.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the things I noticed is the way the stories are executed. Some that are predictable while most of them are not. They have the sense of mystery and you can’t help but wonder what happens next. Also, it seems that the showbiz industry in South Korea is in full swing. They don’t scrimp on their budget as evidenced by the lavish sets and costumes especially on period series. Another thing I like about them is their continued pride of their country by featuring wonderful places: shore, hills, mountains, even the city. I guess it’s one of the reasons they become popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, next week, the Korean Embassy in the Philippines is holding a film festival featuring some epic movies. (These are way different from the drama-comedy series that I watch.) It will be held at Shang Cineplex, Shangri-la Plaza, Mandaluyong City. Another venue is at the University of the Philippines which will be free to the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'll be watching the Shang opening with my friend R :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-6783683909767041255?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6783683909767041255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=6783683909767041255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/6783683909767041255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/6783683909767041255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/09/loving-korean-series.html' title='Loving Korean TV series'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/RvN2SzdxQrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_7BfrczJ1sE/s72-c/jinhee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-8387865491311600</id><published>2007-09-20T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T09:56:16.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOB'/><title type='text'>Fall Out Boy press con...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/RvJHDmzQk1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/RxVijTwPtPY/s1600-h/FOB1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/RvJHDmzQk1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/RxVijTwPtPY/s320/FOB1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112226654299657042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho-hum… I was at the Discovery Suites in Pasig this afternoon for the press conference of the American band, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fall_out_boy"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I’ve heard of them a few months back thanks to their single “Thanks for the MMRS” which is catchy and has an LSS (last song syndrome) effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band is composed of &lt;strong&gt;Patrick Stump &lt;/strong&gt;(lead vocals, rhythm guitar, and primary composer), &lt;strong&gt;Pete Wentz &lt;/strong&gt;(bass guitar, backup vocals, and primary lyricist), &lt;strong&gt;Joe Trohman &lt;/strong&gt;(lead guitar), and &lt;strong&gt;Andy Hurley &lt;/strong&gt;(drums). Their latest album &lt;strong&gt;Infinity on High&lt;/strong&gt; released early this year sold 260,000 copies on its first week of release hitting the No. spot of the Billboard 200. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t realize how boring a press conference can be until today. I don’t know whose fault is it but well, what substance can you get with less than 30 minutes of press conference? There simply was no order. Everyone's taking pictures jockeying for position prompting Wentz to comment, "I feel like Brangelina right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get notes because there really was nothing noteworthy to write. I just listened and tried to get something substantial from their answers to questions from the media. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOB is popular and they are big here in the Philippines. They have a concert tonight and tomorrow night at the Araneta Coliseum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some snap shots from the overcrowded press con held at the “lobby” of Discovery Suites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/RvMinjdxQoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2Ho4rRmlYoM/s1600-h/FOB2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/RvMinjdxQoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2Ho4rRmlYoM/s200/FOB2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112468064925991554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/RvMjRjdxQqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BlpUfEPp5io/s1600-h/fob3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/RvMjRjdxQqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BlpUfEPp5io/s200/fob3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112468786480497314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-8387865491311600?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8387865491311600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=8387865491311600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8387865491311600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8387865491311600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/09/fall-out-boy-press-con.html' title='Fall Out Boy press con...'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/RvJHDmzQk1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/RxVijTwPtPY/s72-c/FOB1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-5691818516783998049</id><published>2007-09-18T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T14:30:43.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheel of time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jordan'/><title type='text'>Robert Jordan dies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.locusmag.com/2006/Issues/03jordan_270x360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.locusmag.com/2006/Issues/03jordan_270x360.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...what will happen to the Wheel of Time series, nobody yet knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Having lived in my cocoon for one week after taking a much-needed vacation leave, I have no idea of the outside world. When I came out today, I received a text message from my lil sis M that author Robert Jordan dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My first thought was "what will happen to the promised last book of The Wheel of Time series? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ironically, in a statement he made in 2004 he said that he hoped to finish the series with 2 more books. In 2005, the 11th book "Knife of Dreams" was published. Now, eager fans are awaiting if the 12th book could be the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In the Associated Press news, it quotes: "It's not an absolute promise, but I'm very much hoping for it and I think I can do it," he wrote." But it is also reported that he's been working on it. On whose hands does the fate of Rand al'Thor fall? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The rest of the news item is &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070917/ap_en_ot/obit_jordan_5"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-5691818516783998049?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/5691818516783998049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/5691818516783998049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/09/robert-jordan-dies.html' title='Robert Jordan dies...'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-8939255394115523912</id><published>2007-08-23T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:56:38.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alyssa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peta-asia pacific'/><title type='text'>Alyssa Milano poses for Peta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/Rs0TPbqFeAI/AAAAAAAAADs/93xN9fKabcE/s1600-h/alyssaTAGALOG-FINAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/Rs0TPbqFeAI/AAAAAAAAADs/93xN9fKabcE/s200/alyssaTAGALOG-FINAL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101755108723881986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alyssa Milano is a "natural beauty" in dress made of lettuce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actress Goes Green for New PETA Ad: "Gawing Gulay ang Buhay: Go Vegetarian!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manila—Bringing new meaning to the words "natural beauty," vegetarian actress Alyssa Milano dons a spectacular full-length gown made of lettuce leaves – with accents of kale and an asparagus bodice—in PETA Asia-Pacific’s sexy new campaign, “Gawing Gulay ang Buhay: Go Vegetarian!” Alyssa wears a gown made entirely of greenery including green leaf lettuce, red leaf lettuce, kale, and more than 2 dozen spears of asparagus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The world has so much suffering in it already,” says Alyssa. “Choosing to be vegetarian is one thing you can do to reduce the suffering on a daily basis.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa has appeared on the covers of hundreds of magazines – including International editions of FHM, Maxim, and Cosmopolitan. With her love for animals, she shows that her strikingly good looks are more than just skin deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa joins a growing list of celebrities who have kicked the meat habit, including Joaquin Phoenix, Alicia Mayer, Yasmien Kurdi, Pamela Anderson, Natalie Portman, Alec Baldwin, Sir Paul McCartney, Tobey Maguire, Isabel Roces, and Maggie Q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For more information, please visit PETA Asia-Pacific’s Web site PETAAsiaPacific.org. To learn more about Alyssa, please visit Alyssa.com.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-8939255394115523912?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8939255394115523912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=8939255394115523912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8939255394115523912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8939255394115523912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/08/alyssa-milano-poses-for-peta.html' title='Alyssa Milano poses for Peta'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/Rs0TPbqFeAI/AAAAAAAAADs/93xN9fKabcE/s72-c/alyssaTAGALOG-FINAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-7221106519051460831</id><published>2007-08-22T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:58:30.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hallows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.weeklyreader.com/readandwriting/content/binary/Deathly%20Hallows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.weeklyreader.com/readandwriting/content/binary/Deathly%20Hallows.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows” was a breeze. That’s what makes the series very engaging, it’s an easy read but not too child-ishy. I mean anyone can read it and finish it in one seating. Of course, you don’t have to really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My take on the book:&lt;br /&gt;Let me begin by saying that the marketing ploy used to sell the book, no matter how effective, is the greatest deception of all time. “Major characters will die in the last installment.” Now, who will not buy that? But after reading the book, I tried to figure out who in the world among the dead are MAJOR characters? In my understanding the major characters are the three kids, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and Dumbledore. But the indomitable professor has already died in book 6. So that leaves me wondering what in the world do they mean by MAJOR CHARACTER. It’s a big deal for me because I felt I was deceived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, save for the sobrang bitin duel of Harry and Voldemort, I love the book. First, because as always all series ending are action-packed and so is “The Deathly Hallows.” There are some repetitive scenes like the recollection of Aberforth and Albus Dumbledore of what happened to their families. I feel that Aberforth relating it to Harry, Ron, and Hermione is enough and it should not have been in the near-death experience of Harry where Albus related the same thing. That part is already dragging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this last installment lives up to its reputation as a fitting ending because author JK Rowling answered all the unanswered questions in previous books which is good especially for the children. I like it that Harry ended up with Ginny because from the start, I already want them to be together. Ginny is a strong-willed but lovable character. She is, in fact, my favorite of all the characters save for Professor McGonaggal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The destruction at Hogwarts, both the infra and spirit is very dramatic and visual. I can almost feel the feelings of the characters. Also, Rowling is wise to mention ALL the characters in the last pages. Even if they are just running or dueling with a Death Eater, their names are there. Which, I feel, is kind of too hard-sell. It looked like she had a roll-call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m surprised that the duel is too short. With just a whisk of Harry’s wand, the evil Voldemort is already dead. The duel is like most Pinoy movies, all talk. I can only imagine the action stars throwing invectives to each other. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, “The Deathly Hallows” is a good and easy read. It’s fun, engaging, and not quite suspenseful for readers my age. For kids, it is. An experienced reader, almost all my guesses are correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a surprise that it is the fastest-selling book in history. Marketing and advertising have to do with its success, but of course, we should not discount the fact that it’s a good story too. It may not be at par with 18th or 19th century stories, as the late Richard Harris once said:” It may not be the kind of literature that I would actually read…” but it’s an enjoyable series and worth spending a week to read all the seven book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-7221106519051460831?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7221106519051460831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7221106519051460831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/08/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows.html' title='Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-7321012644416486026</id><published>2007-08-17T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:30:38.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, so I took a brief hiatus from Blogger but I'm back. I will be reposting some entries from the other site when I have the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-7321012644416486026?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7321012644416486026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7321012644416486026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-4603625431265757806</id><published>2007-08-03T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T09:57:11.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kastigo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gemora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riot'/><title type='text'>'Our Daily Riot'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.bandangkastigo.multiply.com/image/9/photos/17/500x500/3/_MG_6968.jpg?et=4GFmD%2CrMaWcUacDpyXDQOQ"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.bandangkastigo.multiply.com/image/9/photos/17/500x500/3/_MG_6968.jpg?et=4GFmD%2CrMaWcUacDpyXDQOQ" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the invitation of rock icon, Wolf Gemora, I tagged along my friend R to watch the new band Kastigo’s album launch. I first heard about this band from Wolf himself when I interviewed Lokomotiv a few months back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Wolf asked me through text what do I think of the band? Here’s the long version of my reply to him, I had the chance to interview guitarist Josh Montecillo and bass Sans Fojas. They seem to be good kids. Good meaning nice. I hope they stay that way. During the brief chat with them, I found out that unlike the others they are not airheads. Sans for example gives sensible answers to my questions so does Josh. They know what they’re talking about, they know their music, and they know where they’re heading to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I brought R along is because she’s a musician. Like Sans, she plays bass. I asked her about what she thinks of the band, if they sound truly hard rock, etc. She said they seem to be a good band and will survive the unforgiving world of the music industry if they stick to making real good music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I think of them: Their music is the real thing. I thought that there could never be another Wolfgang or Razorback. Well, they are not W or G but they create rock music in the real sense of it. As one of my friends said who have seen them play: Malupit talaga yang mga yan. It may not be fair to compare them to W or G but that is the only way to describe them. The vocalist is a cross between a real rocker and choir boy :) Masyadong buo ang boses niya to the point that there are times during the live performance when some songs sounded pop but thank God, it was salvaged by the prolific drummer with his awesome talent. We’re looking for the raspy voices of Basti Artadi and Chris Cornell, or as R said, even Bon Jovi. But hey, it doesn’t mean he is a bad singer. Well, he’s way better than the other lead vocals out there who only know how to scream and couldn’t even carry a tune. And what’s more, he has that distinct sound. Yes, he may sometimes sound Basti or Jett Pangan of The Dawn, according to Wolf, but this early, he is able to create a style of his own. They are serious “musicians” not just band members. I hope that they’ll help redefine real rock music which is badly bastardized these days.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music: Shades of Wolfgang, that’s my first comment when I heard Track No. 7 (my player is on shuffle mode). It strongly reminds me of one Wolfgang’s songs I just couldn’t recall which one. As I said, it’s the real thing. Josh revealed that W &amp; G are two of their strong musical influences so it’s no surprise that few of the songs may sound like them. Few more albums and they’ll have their signature sound. It’s not just because Wolf recommends (or endorses them) but I think the band has all the recipes for success whether it’d be gauged on mainstream or underground. They already have a following me included. I’m just glad that I will no longer be limited to W, G, but K also.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that as years go by they'll find their true identity and create their "own" style and music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-4603625431265757806?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4603625431265757806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=4603625431265757806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4603625431265757806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4603625431265757806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/08/our-daily-riot.html' title='&apos;Our Daily Riot&apos;'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-5996192241800494761</id><published>2007-06-14T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:11:23.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burnout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Warning signs of a job burnout</title><content type='html'>This &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/Careers/06/13/cb.burnout/index.html" title="CNN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;article on CNN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; website caught my attention. I experienced (and still experiencing) all these signs weeks ago. But I'm trying to get back the enthusiasm. I need to work. It's the job that pays the rent so I need to find a reason to like, if not love, it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an excerpt of the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Consider these five warning signs of burnout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sign No. 1: Your co-workers are walking on eggshells around you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself becoming cranky and irritable with co-workers you used to get along with, it may be more than just typical interpersonal dynamics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sign No. 2: You come in late and want to leave earlier.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to wake up in the morning excited for another day, but now every day you dread heading into the office. Once lunch passes you start watching the clock, counting the minutes to the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sign No. 3: Apathy has replaced enthusiasm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel no motivation, no sense of accomplishment and have no desire to be challenged. Those who have burnout lose their motivation to perform, as well as their feelings of pride for a job well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sign No. 4: You've lost camaraderie with co-workers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're no longer interested in the company network. You used to go to lunch, go out for drinks and participate in other company functions but now have no desire in socializing in or out of the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sign No. 5: You're feeling physically sick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always feel exhausted, have headaches, feel tension in all of your muscles and are having trouble sleeping. These physical signs are common indicators of job stress, and demonstrate that this can turn into a physical problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are experiencing these symptoms, it's time to make some changes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-5996192241800494761?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5996192241800494761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=5996192241800494761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/5996192241800494761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/5996192241800494761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/warning-signs-of-job-burnout.html' title='Warning signs of a job burnout'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-309984753775517037</id><published>2007-06-13T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:44:31.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ebay'/><title type='text'>1st ebay sale!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I just made my first official sale on &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.ph" title="ebay philippines"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ebay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today. I already sent the book via &lt;a href="http://www.2GO.com.ph" title="aboitiz freight services"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2GO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It’s more than just earning but the fun of doing transactions online and on mobile. I saw some really cheap books in Booksale that I find popular on ebay customers so I will check them out later after office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I made this “momentous” first sale, I stumbled upon this &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/books/05/28/bookburning.ap/index.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Associated Press news story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; website about a bookshop owner who burned his books because nobody wants them when he tried to donate them in a library. The news dated May 28 also note the decline on book readership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, tsk, if he donated those books here, I’m sure it would've been a hit for readers and book lovers out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-309984753775517037?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/309984753775517037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=309984753775517037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/309984753775517037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/309984753775517037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/09/1st-ebay-sale.html' title='1st ebay sale!'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-4593546372749098568</id><published>2007-06-12T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:14:22.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rewards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pequignet'/><title type='text'>Rewards in meeting people</title><content type='html'>The past weeks have been pretty sluggish. Not that there’s not much work to do, actually I have quite a number of interviews to write out add to that is this side job of well, transcribing other people’s interviews. I loathed transcribing. I’ve always wished I could pay someone to transcribe my interviews but when this job offer came along, who can refuse 3K just transcribing one tape even if it’s only 25 minutes? So, I took the job to heart and found a way to enjoy it. 3k is 3k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my experience meeting people from all walks of life, of different nationalities, and of course of different attitudes, I found talking to foreigners more relaxing than talking with fellow Filipinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I interviewed a French guy whose company sells luxury watches in France. &lt;a href="http://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&amp;sl=fr&amp;u=http://www.pequignet.com/&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=translate&amp;resnum=1&amp;ct=result&amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3Dpequignet%26hl%3Den" title="Pequignet homepage"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pequignet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a French brand but Swiss-made. I could say that that was my favorite interview ever. Monsieur Jean-Paul Suchel is one of the most pleasant persons and interviewees I’ve ever met. With the huge number of people I met in my entire “career”, I know when somebody is genuinely happy to see you or not; or when they’re just doing it for PR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we’re talking about watches, I never felt intimidated at all asking questions in-between his replies and injecting some humor whenever I found the chance. There were times when I was able to casually talk to him about something and I was somewhat surprised at how at ease I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I get to interview the British CEO of an ad agency at the Enterprise Building in Ayala Avenue, Makati. It was also fun but not as fun as that with Monsieur Suchel. I mean today, their Filipino counterparts are not that warm. There’s always that feeling of…I dunno. I always felt cautious. I don’t discriminate, okay? Later I’ll relate my experience with the PNB bankers and how wonderful interviewees they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about some Filipino people in ad agencies that intimidates me. I just couldn’t pinpoint what it is. They have this air of superiority over you especially when they see you’re young or if you’re not the editor. Most, and not all, Filipinos in advertising put me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the PNB bankers are the best people to talk to. Not just because they speak well but they are also very nice. I had the wonderful opportunity to interview them twice and I’ve always looked forward to talking to them. Even if they know they know all, they won’t let you feel that. And like boys, they goofed around, joked with each other and just made the press really comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been contemplating changing careers since forever but everytime I think about it, the thought of not being able to interview brilliant minds in various industries and ordinary people in the streets scares me, really. I enjoy meeting them, listening to them, asking questions, etc. Sometimes, those in higher positions are kinder than their subordinates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I’m just trying to enjoy the good things my job has to offer for as long as I can. I’m not that jolly about the whole environment that’s why I try to get out as often as I can. Meeting and talking with people is much more rewarding than being cooped up in the hole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-4593546372749098568?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4593546372749098568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=4593546372749098568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4593546372749098568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4593546372749098568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/rewards-in-meeting-people.html' title='Rewards in meeting people'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-379306761058886165</id><published>2007-06-11T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:22:14.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='budget'/><title type='text'>Education is important, period</title><content type='html'>Where have I been hiding all these weeks? It’s back to school for my nephew, and like any other “parent,” I was busy fixing his things and completing school  requirements. It’s been a really hectic week for us. And I’m dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing this for 8 years, I consider myself a veteran when it comes to back to school chores. I can do shopping without a list and even with eyes closed and I’d know which school supplies he would need for the next 10 months. I know what part of department stores are crowded so we do shopping a lot earlier than the others. For one, he doesn’t like to wait and I don’t like to queue. That part of the routine is solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I dread most is when the teachers give out their own set of requirements like what color of the cover of the notebooks would be, buy this, buy that. So, for the first week, I go back and forth to National Bookstore. The next thing I’m not really looking forward to is putting plastic covers on the books. My nephew studies in a public school. It’s not so much about the tediousness of the work but dismay and pity on some of the pupils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for my nephew who is in Grade 6 now, he has only 1 tattered book that I needed to revive this weekend. In the past, I would have to really bring back to life 3 to 4 books. I would painstakingly put cardboard paper on the inside cover so it can be sturdy for at least 3 to 4 more uses. I’ll put thick plastic tape on the edges to harden it, then I’ll have the nicest plastic cover so the book would look decent for use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the 3-part series published by the Inquirer last week written by Fernando del Mundo. Last year, the paper also did another special report on the decline of the Philippine education. It’s a perennial problem that hasn’t been solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to the students and to this country. Okay, the government boasts that education shares the largest part of the budget at 13 percent. The report said, in some countries the budget is pegged at 20 percent or more. It’s a pity that the public schools have to (almost beg) to businesses and corporations for computers and additional books, and even classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a curious thought. Senators receive 200 million pesos a year for their “Countrywide Development Fund” otherwise known as pork barrel. Congressmen also receive theirs for a couple of millions of pesos. They say these are intended for important projects in their districts and communities. Like waiting sheds and basketball courts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be easy for me to say this because I’m not in the position and I don’t know the ins and outs of politics and government. But for an ordinary person like me, I’ll look at it in simple math. 200 million for one senator with a term of 6 years. That’s 1.2 billion pesos multiply to 24 senators and we’ll get 28.8 billion pesos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many classrooms would be built by that amount; or how many schools and students in poor provinces could benefit if the money would be used to subsidize their other expenses like transportation and food; maybe they won’t have to share books; maybe students in remote areas won’t have to walk 3 kilometers a day (one way) if there would be school buses to bring them to and fro school; maybe there won’t be children who would give up school just to help their parents do farm work; maybe the percentage of graduates would increase each year; maybe if there would be more kids educated we could reduce poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.8 billion pesos for 24 senators alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s free, public school education doesn’t have to be cheap too. Every year, it’s the same scene. Lack of decent classrooms, no textbooks, etc. It’s a sad sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my taxes to benefit these children. I am willing to pay more if it will go to education; that I will be assured that the small amount I pay will produce one educated Filipino, I won’t really mind another few thousand pesos off my salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the government with the aid of the private sector will really focus on education as an important step toward progress, that is if they are serious about it. I don’t have to enumerate what having a good education could do for people and its country. We know it, we just ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is important, period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-379306761058886165?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/379306761058886165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=379306761058886165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/379306761058886165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/379306761058886165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/education-is-important-period.html' title='Education is important, period'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-5435628193640231779</id><published>2007-06-10T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:04:30.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welfare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rottweiler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>'A life that has gone to the dogs'</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Philippine Daily Inquirer&lt;br /&gt;June 10, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Page A21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH HIS DETERMINATION AND dedication to improving animal welfare, Luis Buenaflor Jr.’s declaration of “I am not an animal lover, by the way” is often met with disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if my upbringing taught me to respect nature and animals, I cannot call myself an animal lover,” he explained. “I respect animals and all forms of life but there is a difference between love and respect.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenaflor is the external affairs director of Animal Kingdom Foundation Inc., a nongovernment organization. He started out as the lone researcher and writer for AKF six years ago. For a time, he retired from the challenging world of animal welfare but the brief hiatus from what he considers his vocation and avocation only proved one thing: That helpless animals need his expertise and objectivity in dealing with issues that concern them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Environmental advocate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during his college years that Buenaflor became involved in environmental advocacy. He once joined the spiritual movement Ananda Marga and became a vegetarian. He almost donned saffron robes just to show his dedication to espousing the protection of animals and the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A graduate of the Colegio de San Agustin in Iloilo with a degree in English, major in Comparative Literature, he grew up surrounded by animals in his family’s farms in Cotabato, Davao and Iloilo. However, Buenaflor’s interest in animal welfare only began when he started working for AKF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group’s main mission is to eliminate dog meat trade in the Philippines and Buenaflor’s first assignment was to investigate the illegal trade. Like other contractual jobs, he expected to finish his task in three months which he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, he was later sent to South Korea to do the same job. Some restaurants in Seoul openly serve dog and cat meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It felt good when I got the job because I’m doing something that is in line with what I believe in,” Buenaflor said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a researcher, he followed up tips from informants about suspected dog meat traders in different parts of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the longest investigations he conducted was in Negros where it took him almost a year to gather information about a person who shipped dog meat to Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We were given no name and no location,” he said. But eventually, he was able to identify the trader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The guy was a municipal councilor shipping around 500 kilos to one ton of slaughtered dogs twice a week to Metro Manila which are then sold in Quinta Market and Divisoria,” Buenaflor recalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suspect charged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suspect was later charged and the case is still pending in court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If surveillance is a long, tedious and dangerous process, the raid which AKF conducts together with the Criminal Investigation and Detection Group of the Philippine National Police is even more so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenaflor related that in some instances, they would be confronted by a group of armed men. In cases like this, he and other AKF members step aside and leave everything to the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I always believe that we are here to save—but not die for—the animals,” he said, “If we die, then who’s going to save them?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death threats &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He admitted that he has changed his cell phone number many times due to death threats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, despite the dangers, Buenaflor considers every successful operation a victory for him and the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he considers the passage of the anti-rabies bill authored by Sen. Pia Cayetano one of the highlights of his career. Together with members of other animal rights organizations, he lobbied for the passage of the bill in Congress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sanctions in the bill are much stiffer compared to those in Republic Act No. 8485 or the Animal Welfare Act of 1998. Under the new bill, convicted dog traders would be meted out a penalty of P5,000 per dog in addition to spending time in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It will no longer be profitable for them because if they get caught transporting 100 dogs, that is already half a million pesos,” he explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenaflor also considers a personal victory the creation of a marine sanctuary in Albuquerque, Bohol. News of a python being fed with live dogs in the area prompted him to conduct an investigation. He was concerned not just about the dogs but also about the welfare of the python.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got there, he found out that the python lived in such a small cage that it could not even stretch out its body. After months of negotiating with the snake owner and coordinating with the local government, the place was converted into an animal sanctuary. It now houses other reptiles and two lemurs smuggled from Madagascar which were intercepted by the Department of Environment and Natural Resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenaflor, who once taught Social Sciences at Angelicum and Assumption schools in Iloilo, said he would like to concentrate on wildlife issues once AKF is able to stop the illegal trade in dog meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minimum level&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are focused on this issue because we want to see it end,” he said, “If we can reduce it to a minimum level, I can say that we have succeeded in doing our job.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Buenaflor, it was his parents and two brothers who taught him to respect all living beings. He grew up seeing his mother taking care of dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has an adopted Rottweiler named Strongky in his house in Quezon City. His other dog, a German Shepherd, lives in their farm in Iloilo. Buenaflor explained that he decided to bring the dog there because “it is impossible to live with a German Shepherd and a Rottweiler who both think they are alpha males in one house.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did he pick Strongky? “He is the gentler one,” he said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-5435628193640231779?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5435628193640231779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=5435628193640231779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/5435628193640231779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/5435628193640231779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-that-has-gone-to-dogs.html' title='&apos;A life that has gone to the dogs&apos;'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-2815436700025061368</id><published>2007-05-20T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:28:25.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>What's on TV?</title><content type='html'>I’m not sure if it’s the weather or my weariness inside manifested outside. I’ve been sneezing and coughing for a week now. I’ve taken all the meds I know; drank a gallon of calamansi juice; and if I could, I would’ve swallowed the vapor rub if it can make this colds go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, the pain in my back seems to have rested there for a week not wanting to go. And I’m like an old lady grimacing in pain and walking with a limp. Good thing I have fully adjusted with my braces, and sore gums are the least of my worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I cannot function that much in the house except to bathe the dogs because it’s really very hot here, I stay most of the time in front of the TV. In between commercials, I read pages of "The Wheel of Time Series Book 7: Crown of Swords."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the advent of cable TV, it’s quite ironic that I don’t get to see really good shows as when we only have UHF channels. This came to mind when T asked me what have I been watching here. I told him, “Uhm, news?” Yeah, boring answer. So, I tried to find out why I have not been watching as often as before considering that I used to have a weekend habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the commercials I guess. I am very impatient with too MANY commercials, even on cable TV. I cannot even watch real good anime on Animax because it’s loaded with commercials. I feel robbed of my precious time just watching those commercials. I’m glad this Korean channel doesn’t go the way Philippine TV goes. I’ve been watching this soap every weekend for months now titled “A Happy Woman.” It’s the usual love triangle story evident in most Korean plots but it’s quite engaging. And the good thing is, there are no commercials. I watch the whole show for an hour with no interruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not watch movies if I don’t want commercials. I find two hours sitting just watching really tiring and boring. I do watch once in a while if I’m able to chance upon movies that I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could buy DVDs of the popular series and my friend Tessa recommends "Heroes" which I will try to watch one of these days. I’m also looking at watching "Prison Break," and if I don’t get bored, might collect all seasons of "24." I'm also interested with "My Name is Earl." I saw one episode and I think it's really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that prevents me from watching TV is when my mother and my nephew learned how to hostage the remote control. So, either I play "Zuma" in my computer or read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there are no exciting local TV shows now. The sitcoms are no longer witty, yes sometimes nakakatawa but most of them are slapstick comedy. The soap operas are very repetitive. News programs are bombarded with commercials too! Imagine, showbiz has completely overshadowed business and sports news. Unlike before when the news format include not only stories of national interest, crime, then followed by business, then sports, then the last one is showbiz news. I like showbiz news. But the thing is sometimes they overdo it. They would cover the pregnancy and delivery of one star from “cover to cover” as if it is all that matters in the world. Or they would either feature the word war of certain personalities. It’s actually very frustrating sometimes to think that TV is a powerful medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is nothing to watch at all, there’s always Cartoon Network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t feel deprived or being left in the dark if I could not relate to my friends when they talk about what movies or shows they watch. I don’t feel I have an obligation to please them by watching what they watch so as to be able to connect. I’m okay with my present set-up. I watch only when I want to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-2815436700025061368?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/2815436700025061368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/2815436700025061368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-on-tv.html' title='What&apos;s on TV?'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-6391043546084263339</id><published>2007-05-15T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:35:45.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lokomotiv'/><title type='text'>Lokomotiv's new song</title><content type='html'>Lokomotiv recently announced that their new song is out...on Myspace :) Here's their announcement on Friendster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the demo for LOKOMOTIV's new song, "Time Again". The band has begun production for it's second album in Lo-Fi Studios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also purchase songs from our &lt;a href="myspace.com/lokomotiv"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt; page as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-6391043546084263339?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6391043546084263339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=6391043546084263339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/6391043546084263339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/6391043546084263339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/lokomotivs-new-song.html' title='Lokomotiv&apos;s new song'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-4186498106828942239</id><published>2007-05-06T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:30:52.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall'/><title type='text'>Mall invasion</title><content type='html'>I could not imagine how malls have changed the lifestyle of many Filipinos. Malls are the destination of choice when people say &lt;em&gt;“Tara, labas tayo.” &lt;/em&gt;And I didn’t realize that this habit has totally shaped the way people think of having a good time until yesterday when we went to SM North Edsa—it is said that it’s the first mall in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we entered the mall, I knew the air-conditioning would not be enough because of the throng that keeps coming in. Even my nephew was appalled--and deeply disappointed—by the huge number of “mall-goers.” &lt;em&gt;Hindi mahulugang karayom sa dami ng tao&lt;/em&gt;. And there’s not even a sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to several malls in Metro Manila. Even if sometimes I resent it because of the trees that have to be cut down, I knew that “urbanization” is unavoidable. But what puzzles me is the way SM draws people. I mean, there’s an SM mall in almost every nook and cranny of Metro Manila and many parts of Luzon. I think their aim is to have a mall in every town? In Manila alone, notice the very short distance of the malls from each other: Harrison, City Hall, Quiapo, and San Lazaro. And in Pasay, there’s the much-celebrated Mall of Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzles me, why? Wherever SM mall I go, there are MANY people. I don’t know where these people come from but it just appalls me that do we have that many people now? And wherever there’s an SM mall, there’s traffic. Believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayala Center in Makati is also increasing its number of malls albeit not as aggressive as SM. There is Greenbelt 4 which now houses Ayala Museum. Soon to rise is Greenbelt 5 across Hotel Intercontinental Manila. Greenbelts 1, 2, 3 have become the gimmick location for most people. It’s alive at night. The shops are of high-end brands. And if you’re not into signature items, you’ll only go there to eat because they have a wide range of choices of really good restaurants. They are also quite expensive but it’s just a matter of budgeting and choosing the right combination of food that won’t make your wallet bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about Greenbelt as compared to SM malls are the trees. The Ayala malls are designed not box-like like SM. The chapel in Greenbelt is still there and around it is where those Greenbelt structures are built. It’s practically cooler there compared to the Mall of Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fort is sloooooowly developing itself in becoming another Makati. There’s Market! Market! and Serendra just recently opened. The problem with Serendra is again, no trees. Add to that, the structures are mid-rise so you cannot expect that much shade unless you go inside the shops. Yes, it looks great but it’s burning like hell when you try to walk in the middle of the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Tessa likes to shop in Rockwell near Guadalupe, Makati, because there are very few people going there. It’s more relaxing and more time to laze around. Medyo mas tahimik. The Rockwell area was developed mostly for corporate offices. There’s Nestle, Lufthansa, Ateneo Professional Schools, etc. And, there are trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why malls are such a big hit. They carry the same brands, although Ayala Center and Rockwell carries the most number of imported and high-end brands, and SM still gears itself to the masa crowd, and they also have the same food chains and food courts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that there will be an SM in Tagaytay soon. My dear Tagaytay… it’s completely different now. I can still remember growing up there with coconut trees, pineapple, and other fruit-bearing trees along the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I resent the malls? Yes and no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, because I miss the trees, the plants, and animals are losing their “own” habitat. That is also one reason why some animals go extinct. And for the love of money, these businessmen don’t really care, maybe until humans go extinct too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, because it creates jobs for the locals and it decongests the malls in Metro Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope people can find a balance between development and preservation. Para everybody happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-4186498106828942239?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4186498106828942239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/4186498106828942239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/mall-invasion.html' title='Mall invasion'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-981087128115335665</id><published>2007-04-15T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:39:40.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yahoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wolfgang'/><title type='text'>Peek at Wolfgang's new album</title><content type='html'>Can life get any better than this? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo Music Phils is taking Wolfgang fans into a sneek peek on their latest album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually log on to yahoo.com.ph but because I wanted to be the first to know who won in the Pacquiao-Solis match, I decided to go the webpage. Somewhere on the right side of my monitor I saw something familiar. And it's Wolfgang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm gonna check &lt;a href="http://advision.webevents.yahoo.com/music_ph/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; out:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-981087128115335665?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/981087128115335665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=981087128115335665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/981087128115335665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/981087128115335665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/04/peek-at-wolfgangs-new-album.html' title='Peek at Wolfgang&apos;s new album'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-3381944632851987468</id><published>2007-04-15T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:51:14.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deathsquad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wolfgang'/><title type='text'>Wolfgang's new song</title><content type='html'>I’ve been listening to Wolfgang’s “new” single on NU 107.5 almost regularly every night around 11 p.m. The first night I heard the song, it was preceded by Audioslave’s “Revelations” so it was like a treat. And every night thereafter, the music station has been playing Wolfgang’s “Deathsquad” every night, which is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also downloaded the ring tone from Yahoo! Music but the quality is so bad. The lyrics are not audible and it sounded like it’s recorded in a bar. So I have to use my “Sesame Street” theme as ring tone again :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I received a text message from Basti Artadi’s sister about another ring tone available for download staring May 10. The song is titled “Goodbye Rye.” I’m not sure if this is the ring tone Basti was reluctant to divulge during the interview. The text message also mentions Information Gateway, the No. 1 content group for cellphone downloads as the one responsible for this. Part of the text message goes: “Beginning May 10, Monster Radio Rx 93.1 and Magic Radio 89.9 will play Basti’s song daily 20 times a day 5 days a week with info on how to download polytone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, this is Basti’s composition but I don’t know what she meant by “Basti’s song.” Will it be included in the album or will it be “just Basti’s” single. Will just have to wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-3381944632851987468?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/3381944632851987468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/3381944632851987468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/09/wolfgangs-new-song.html' title='Wolfgang&apos;s new song'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-3020277059827805978</id><published>2007-03-31T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:43:50.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lokomotiv'/><title type='text'>'Lokomotiv’s rock fusion enlivens local music scene'</title><content type='html'>Whatever people say, whatever my shortcomings are, whether I make people proud or not, it’s my effort that matters. I don’t really care anymore whatever people think or if I impress them or not. There are stories that I’m not proud of and there are stories that I’m really proud of. This is one that I really worked hard for. If it’s bad for others, it’s not my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nats, thanks for telling me you’re proud of me. It means a lot, really. And I’ll carry it with me like a badge. I appreciate it. Thanks so much.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philippine Daily Inquirer&lt;br /&gt;March 31, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC is serious business for the guys from Lokomotiv. But, when they’re not pounding skins and doing axe chores, they also know how to have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, the heavy rock band based in Southern California wrapped up their tour in the country to promote their debut album, “Rock n’ Roll Death Toll.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolution may seem like an inappropriate word for the young band. Only a couple of years on the music scene, Lokomotiv had members come and go before coming up with its current, and hopefully, final lineup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Experience and age&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often misunderstood as a snob, rock icon Wolf Gemora actually exudes the kind of humility that commands respect. He is one of the moving forces behind the growing popularity of Lokomotiv. His experience and age, and a good number of loyal followers from his heyday with Wolfgang, led the band to amass an increasing fan base since the group’s first performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After plans of his former band to break into the US market didn’t materialize, Wolf joined Lokomotiv, with Americans James MacDonnel (who eventually left the group) and bassist Danny Gonzales. Guitarist David Aguirre, formerly of Razorback, and Wolfgang’s vocalist, Basti Artadi, completed the lineup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year and a half later, Basti also left the band. The three remaining members, together with manager Ron Davis, immediately looked for a “wild frontman/singer” and advertised on the Internet. They were set to promote their album in the Philippines -- and they didn’t have a frontman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Audition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, they found 21-year-old Ryan Hudson, who breathed new life -- and sound -- into the band. The young guy from Oklahoma impressed the trio -- especially Wolf -- during the audition and rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was blown away,” Wolf confesses. “He knew the songs very well, and when he sang, we said: ’There you go!’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David used Danny’s analogy when they finally found their guy: “We were looking for a soldier, not a mercenary.” Ryan, with his witty remarks and “innocence,” is that soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Danny, the band is his life: “We endured crummy jobs, and the only way we were able to do it was the knowledge that there was going to be a rehearsal at the end of the day.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Collaborations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“RNRDT” was released in the US last year. “It’s like a series of snapshots of where each member of the band was at the time,” David describes the album. Its repertoire includes previous works of the members prior to joining Lokomotiv, as well as their collaborations as a band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious discussions about their music don’t escape Ryan’s amusing remarks, though. “Have you heard of the band Air Supply?” he asks us. “If it wasn’t for Air Supply, this album might have been my favorite.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cut, “Ride with Me,” is a crowd favorite during their live gigs. “It’s not only Ryan’s favorite; it has also become the band’s theme song,” Wolf declares. “If you want to know what Lokomotiv is, watch and hear us perform the song live.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album has 10 cuts. And Ryan was given the tough task of promoting an album that has nothing of him in it -- he came on board after the album has been recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The band was already scheduled to come here,” he recalls. “There were gigs that were already booked here, so I knew what I was getting into.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they had their way, the boys would have liked to have Ryan’s voice on the album, but it was impossible to record it again. The soft-spoken Danny, however, assures that their second album will be out before the year ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David describes the music of Lokomotiv as edgy and sexy. The band intends to create a vibe that projects a positive output rather than the usual angst of rock music. He adds: “That is not to say that we won’t have an angry song in our repertoire. We’re just at a point where we want to celebrate the things in life that are good.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of their respective tastes and musical influences, Wolf explains that it’s the music that really brings them together. He reasoned: “What has remained constant is our collective love for classic rock.” (End)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-3020277059827805978?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3020277059827805978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=3020277059827805978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/3020277059827805978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/3020277059827805978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/03/lokomotivs-rock-fusion-enlivens-local.html' title='&apos;Lokomotiv’s rock fusion enlivens local music scene&apos;'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-1184068004768715428</id><published>2007-03-23T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:49:48.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batanes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth'/><title type='text'>Heaven on earth</title><content type='html'>Again, Batanes :D &lt;br /&gt;Philippine Daily Inquirer&lt;br /&gt;March 23, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img vspace="5" align="left" width="360" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Batanes/Sabtang_Ligthouse1.jpg" hspace="5" height="543" style="width:360px;height:543px;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE LOOK ON THE FACES OF THE PEOPLE ON BOARD varies. Some are calm;  others tense. And one lady grips her rosary as if her life depended on it. But evidently, everyone is quiet. The waves are huge alright, but for a group of islands bounded by the China Sea and the Pacific Ocean, these seem to be perfectly normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 45-minute faluwa ride to Sabtang on an overcast and windy day makes things a little more, well, exciting. A faluwa is the motorized boat used for island hopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to Batanes has always been about fun, adventure, and tranquility. Without this experience, it would have never been as memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has been said and written about Batanes. Opportunities for magnificent photographs abound. It is the dream destination of shutterbugs because anywhere you look at there is a perfect photograph just waiting to be captured. Almost half of Batanes is made up of hills and mountains enveloped in that breathtaking seascape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, Batanes holds such magical mystery. And to borrow one writer’s perspective, it is “a state of mind.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its distance from the rest of the Philippines could very well be its No. 1 attraction. About 860 kilometers north of Manila, it is paradise for city dwellers who yearn for some quiet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither the strong winds nor the dipping temperature (that can drop to as low as 7 degrees Celsius) could stop us from going there. It was February, just nearing toward the end of “really” cold months that usually starts in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t take a while to sink in that we finally set foot on the celebrated small archipelago. The wind breezes through our faces . . . and caps. . . and jackets. . . and we try in vain to gather the stuff that are blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Divinely provincial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rural feel immediately seeps through our senses. It is indeed magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batanes is most famous for its glorious coastline, vast rolling hills, and centuries-old stone houses. But the town of Basco with its divinely provincial setting is already an object of enchantment.&lt;br /&gt;Environment-friendly bicycles are used to get around even in nearby towns although a few scooters have already found their way into the lifestyle of some Ivatans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the 10 islands in Batanes only three are inhabited. The population of only 16,000 is spread over Batan, Itbayat, and Sabtang. The province is the least populated in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The capital, Basco, is in Batan which serves as the center of commerce and trade. The schools and the parish church are also located there, and the municipal and provincial capitols are just within a few strides away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The islands of Itbayat and Sabtang are part of the six municipalities that made up the whole of Batanes. The others include Basco, Ivana, Mahatao, and Uyugan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent years, Batanes has transformed into a must-see tourist destination after being only known to be the point of reference for typhoons. With this development, lodging inns are gradually increasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pension Ivatan is the newest inn in the island. A literal uphill climb leads to the best rooms which give a perfect vista of the town of Basco overlooking the Kanyuyan Beach and Port and Basco Lighthouse on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batanes may be a far-flung area but Christianity still found its way to the province. Like most places in the north, it is not short of old churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The San Jose Church fronting the Ivana seaport underwent three renovations. Its foundation dates back to 1795 but was built in 1814. We are invited to see the ruins at the back of the church. There is an eerie feeling while investigating what has remained of the old church but the photographs proved irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like churches, Batanes does not lack imposing lighthouses. Aside from their main purpose, they have become perfect subjects of photographs what with the blue sky as flawless background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naturally polite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can someone let the trip continue without stopping by the Honesty Store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the name suggests, this famous store will test your truthfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jeepney ride brought many surprises but one thing that really sticks to my mind is the courteousness of the drivers. This is something Greek to me so I try to indulge myself in witnessing their incessant acknowledgment of each other when someone gives way in narrow roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This refreshing change of atmosphere is spiced up by the wonderful scenery of the ocean on the right and the rolling hills on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faluwa ride to Sabtang is postponed for a day. We are advised that it is impossible to travel because the weather is not cooperating. Thanks to the blessing from the Basco’s parish priest asked by one of the members of the group, we’re off to Sabtang the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “slight” turbulence at sea is what prompted a passenger to hold her rosary and pray for our safety. Clueless of what is really happening, I am beaming during the ride amazed by the huge waves that would most likely swallow our boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my friend put it: &lt;em&gt;“Ga-bahay yung alon no?!&lt;/em&gt; (The waves are the size of a house).”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabtang is about 41 square kilometers with its central part covered with mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some are still dazed by the ride, we headed to Chavayan. The drive through the dirt road takes us to one of the Japanese garrisons during the Occupation. While Ivatans in Basco is slowly changing the look of their houses, residents of Chavayan are able to preserve the old stone houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itbayat intrigues me. The second most populated among the municipalities, it is about 95 square kilometers. I can see a glimpse of the island from the Ivana port. It will take about four hours of faluwa ride to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The still uncorrupted natural wonder that is Batanes may have been slowly embracing modernity. The fear of many conservationists and environmentalists is that the culture of the Ivatans may become a thing of the past once they fully embrace the changes that are introduced there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the relaxing way of life continues to be like an open invitation to become one with the locals. The Ivatans never cease to greet you in the streets, in the stores, in the church, and everywhere you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we follow the religious context of heaven which is “a place or condition of supreme happiness and peace where good people are,” then Batanes is indeed heaven on earth. (End) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-1184068004768715428?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1184068004768715428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=1184068004768715428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1184068004768715428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/1184068004768715428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/03/heaven-on-earth.html' title='Heaven on earth'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Batanes/th_Sabtang_Ligthouse1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-8148005220611093373</id><published>2007-03-15T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:34:10.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First bark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R8u3yHGSmdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Lc9VtlI-a_A/s1600-h/angie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R8u3yHGSmdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Lc9VtlI-a_A/s320/angie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173430668491921874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is how mothers feel when they hear the first word of their child. Yesterday, I was very happy to hear Angie’s first bark after her rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I’m happy? When I found her, she was a sulking pup with no confidence at all. She almost didn’t have any fur at all, and the dogs investigate her like an out-of-this-world species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard her bark at people passing by, and it’s a voice of a confident dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves me  I love it that when I get home she’s like a crazy dog who would almost pee with excitement at the sight of her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie’s an angel. Our routine every day goes like this. In the morning, before I take my breakfast I prepare her food so she can take her medications. I will bathe her and feed her again. I give her some extra treats so she can gain weight quickly. In the evening, I will play with her until she gets sleepy. My nephew takes her to a running exercise every morning, and she seems to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People notice that Angie looks happier now. She eats really well. I hope the worms will go soon so I can take her inside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitoy is also an angel. He seems to understand what I’m doing and doesn’t mind it a bit. I always make him feel that he is still and the only king of the house  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait to see Angie get past this traumatic event in her life. I want to see her fur/hair grow, and see how beautiful she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-8148005220611093373?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8148005220611093373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8148005220611093373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-bark.html' title='First bark'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/R8u3yHGSmdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Lc9VtlI-a_A/s72-c/angie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-3781304364962137622</id><published>2007-03-13T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:56:48.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wolfgang'/><title type='text'>Wolfgang lives on</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img align="top" width="463" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Misc/alive1.jpg" alt="Wolfgang &amp; Razorback Alive 2007" height="315" style="width:463px;height:315px;" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the story I wrote in January on Filipino hard rock band Wolfgang. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;]&lt;br /&gt; “It’s as if they never left.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quick observation from a fan best articulates the overwhelming reception to one of the country’s most influential bands during the two-night sold-out concerts at the Music Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolfgang “howled” with their signature songs--and more--breathing life once again to loyal fans who have been dying to see them play. And they did not disappoint. The music and the icons proved to be immortals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead guitarist Manuel Legarda, along with Razorback guitarist Tirso Ripoll, took advantage of the two fellow band members’ brief visit to Manila during the holidays and organized the event with help from some friends. Wolfgang frontman Basti Artadi is based in the United States, while bassist Mon Legaspi works in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Absolute joy,” is how Basti describes the smile on their faces upon seeing that the cult following has remained faithful to their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It makes me feel good to know that the people are still interested in what we are doing,” he said. “It’s nice to play with these guys that I haven’t played with for so long and that’s one of the best feelings.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was pleasantly surprising that we got that response because we didn’t know where we stood with the fans,” Manuel said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, ace drummer Wolf Gemora is currently on tour with his new band and was unable to take part in the reunion concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolfgang, a non-conformist heavy metal-hard rock-grunge band, started to make good music together in 1992. At the turn of the millennium, the music genre in the country had shifted to R&amp;B, and music piracy became rampant. The band was not spared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the US market in mind, they decided to try their luck. But the tides did not turn their way and they found themselves doing their own thing. Conflicting reports spread but the band wants to clarify that there’s no bad blood between them and the plan just didn’t happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest blow for the fans which kept them holding on to their seats was when Basti announced in June last year that he would be retiring from the music industry. Based on the replies in forums and egroups, the fans seemed like they were faced with a death of a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome surprise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alive 2007: The Wolfgang-Razorback Reunion Concert” was not only a treat for the legion of fans; it somewhat spewed speculations that they are testing the waters and are seriously considering a major comeback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are the fans right to keep their hopes up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are back making music and we are currently working on an album,” Manuel said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Basti was quick to add that: “But it is not like we are thinking of being on a tour.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, they are not even looking for a new drummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manuel, who now works as an arranger for Hit Productions, came up with several compositions which he works on during breaks from doing commercial jingles. He sent one material to Basti, and it sounded good when the frontman sang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manuel sent another one and the master of metaphors laid out the lyrics. Basti, for his part, sent his own material, and the guitarist quickly put music on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know how it is like in a garage together with your friends and write songs without any intention of having anybody hear it?” Basti said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The momentum just kept building up and the next thing the two musicians knew, they now have three-and-a-half songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s there but needs a lot of work,” Basti said. “The good thing about how we’re doing this is we don’t have anybody over us pressuring us. We just work on it until we feel that it’s time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manuel would like to have the album done by the end of the year, “but if it’s not ready, it’s not ready. It’s not going to come out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognizing that writing music over the Internet works, they both agreed to come up with an album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is something we couldn’t do three years ago,” Manuel said, “but now that we see that it can be done, we’ll do it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catching the wave &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bands these days are everywhere. The rock music scene is enjoying the cycle. Every one minute a baby is born, and every one second, one band pops out from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new generation hasn’t seen the “real thing.” Pseudo-rock bands that classify their screaming and noise as rock are in for some lesson or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The multi-awarded band is known for its hard-hitting, loud, grunge sound, angsty lyrics, sealed by Basti’s raspy voice. Will the Wolfgang stamp still evident in the album?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Deathsquad is a natural evolution,” Manuel explained. “It’s good that people still identify the song as ‘a Wolfgang song.’ But at the same time, I think there are some differences with the music now than from before. I’m not sure if I can pinpoint what exactly it is but definitely it has changed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who managed to attend the two shows had a peek of what’s in store with the new song “RP Death Squad.” The result is a burning craving for blood-thirsty Wolfgang fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think it’s not the same,” Basti said. “It’s still heavy and fast but it’s like where we would have gone if we decided to make an album right after Black Mantra.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With five best-selling albums in their 15-year career, it is only the natural next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’d like to believe that we are still a heavy rock band,” Manuel said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the guys are not about to conform to what is popular or what is selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What I can really be proud of is that I can look at our catalogue and there’s not one album that I will be ashamed of,” Basti said. “Every time we put something out, it’s something that we were all excited about.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s true. Their work speaks for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not sharp enough? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basti will always have it, most fans swear. Disenchanted by the elusive “holy grail,” the most popular vocalist was prompted to say in his “farewell” post that his knives were not long or sharp enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was talking about the music industry itself,” he said. “Playing in front of people is very easy to deal with. It is what’s going on behind the scene that’s kind of frustrates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just trying to chase that holy grail, that dream, that’s constantly dangled in front of you and every time you try to get it somebody just tugs it further away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it didn’t stop him from making what he does and likes doing best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the reunion concert is just a spur of the moment gathering, Basti and Manuel are still careful on what the next step will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Families and work are still priorities; they want to set it straight. The music thing is there to give them the thrills. Basti is taking up his masters in Advertising in the US, Manuel is awaiting the first-born, and Mon has been doing well in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are not done yet,” Manuel said. “It’s not a question of whether we are going to come up with something new again, but rather a question of when."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has been set in motion for the band that helped define heavy rock music in the country. Eventually something will come out, hopefully soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-3781304364962137622?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3781304364962137622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=3781304364962137622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/3781304364962137622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/3781304364962137622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/03/wolfgang-lives-on.html' title='Wolfgang lives on'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Misc/th_alive1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-3753117058379429998</id><published>2007-02-20T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T19:45:22.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Everybody's switching so I might as well join the fray. Check out my new blog address (and kindly update your links) at http://askalfreak.wordpress.com/. &lt;/p&gt; I promise to keep the blog more interesting than before, I hope :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-3753117058379429998?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/3753117058379429998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/3753117058379429998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/02/moving-on.html' title='Moving on...'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-991439829705858018</id><published>2007-02-19T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T18:48:51.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aherm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/Rdl7Z2N49UI/AAAAAAAAADU/zqjClaOaoKg/s1600-h/CARAlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/Rdl7Z2N49UI/AAAAAAAAADU/zqjClaOaoKg/s200/CARAlogo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033189742543959362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the kind of person who brags about achievements and recognitions. Although some of my friends always tell me that acknowledging them does not always mean bragging. Oh well, I just want to make it memorable and to duly acknowledge &lt;a href="http://www.caraphils.org"&gt;CARA (Compassion and Responsibility for Animals)&lt;/a&gt; for all their work in saving animals and educating the humans of responsible pet guardianship. &lt;/p&gt; On February 13, Albie of CARA dropped by the office to give me the Certificate of Appreciation “as benefactor to the cause of animal welfare supporting CARAPHIL in the betterment of the lives of the native dogs and cats in the Philippines. &lt;/p&gt; This is huge for me. I mean, being appreciated for my efforts for the things I love to do is such a big thing. When I first wrote about the dogs in the Marikina pound years ago, all I wanted to do was help these poor beings find home. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think of making it my “special beat.” &lt;/p&gt; I have embraced this advocacy and I mean to dedicate my life to it. I am branching out to covering wildlife conservation and environment. &lt;/p&gt; My deepest gratitude to CARA and other animal welfare organizations for pursuing this advocacy and for their appreciation with the work I do. I share this with my friends Tessa Salazar for educating more people about animal welfare and Tin-Tin Ang for taking in so many stray dogs and caring for them as her own. I think, they are the ones who truly deserve this appreciation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-991439829705858018?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/991439829705858018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=991439829705858018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/991439829705858018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/991439829705858018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/02/aherm.html' title='Aherm...'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/Rdl7Z2N49UI/AAAAAAAAADU/zqjClaOaoKg/s72-c/CARAlogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-8704139743865949514</id><published>2007-02-18T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T15:20:43.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Fall in love with Batanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/Rdfzw6cAgFI/AAAAAAAAACY/NA4HU-V5yZY/s1600-h/Lighthouse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/Rdfzw6cAgFI/AAAAAAAAACY/NA4HU-V5yZY/s320/Lighthouse1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032759130255818834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; It’s been a while since I last posted. Not that I really mind it but it only means that I’ve been dwelling on loneliness for so long. &lt;/p&gt; Since I got back from Batanes on the 4th of February, I can't help but think about this magical place, a lot. Not a single day passed that I didn’t miss it so badly. &lt;/p&gt; I know, I know, I felt like this in Palanan and I was able to overcome it. It took me months though. But there is something about Batanes that kept me in my shell for so long. All I ever want to do is look at the pictures and reminisce about our brief stay there. &lt;/p&gt; When I boarded the plane going back to Manila, I had such a heavy weary heart. I’ve been wanting to go back as soon as possible. The difference between Palanan and Batanes is, the latter is more accessible what with two regular flights in a week. The more I think of the possibility that I can go back anytime, the more my heart aches. &lt;/p&gt; Why did Batanes took my breath away? For one, I never felt as free as when I was there. I was goofy, I was laughing all the time, and I was just being &lt;em&gt;makulit&lt;/em&gt;. I’m not sure if it was the effect of the cold wind, or I was simply enchanted by the wonderful views around me. &lt;/p&gt; On our first day there, we took the rounds of Basco and nearby towns like Mahatao where we found the newly renovated lighthouse. I felt like I was in a painting because the blue sky serves as the perfect backdrop for the lighthouse. Now I know why photographers want to go to Batanes at least once in their life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/Rdf1w6cAgHI/AAAAAAAAACo/8zQCpvZx8mg/s1600-h/Beach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/Rdf1w6cAgHI/AAAAAAAAACo/8zQCpvZx8mg/s320/Beach2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032761329279074418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; I was most amazed by the waters. Batanes is a group of islands in the middle of South China Sea. Anywhere I look, there’s water (duh!). Even if I am a non-swimmer, I just love the sea. The sound of the waters gushing to the shore, is very relaxing. That night, we couldn’t sleep because &lt;em&gt;parang pinaghahampasan ng hangin ang mga puno&lt;/em&gt;. The northwind was so strong, we sometimes couldn't stand it. But we wondered, how come the cows, carabaos, and mountain goats seem not to mind the strong winds. &lt;/p&gt; We stayed at Pension Ivatan and we had a perfect vista of the town of Basco. While waiting for the dinner to be served, Raquel and I stayed in the balcony overlooking the lighthouse and we just talked about anything and everything while the sun sets. Whey! I’m teary-eyed now. &lt;/p&gt; The next day, we again rode the jeepney, visited some beautiful places, and took some more pictures. As soon as we got back in Basco late in the afternoon, we decided to take a stroll. And that’s when I fell in love. Yes, the remote atmosphere, the simplicity of all things around us, the laidback lifestyle, and the hospitality of the people, put me in reality check. I mean, this is the life I’ve always wanted. Not the fancy dresses, not the high-end restaurants, not the signature clothes, but this, this life staring at me that can be had if only I can. &lt;/p&gt; We met a couple of dogs along the way, and yep, we played with some of them. At 6 p.m. people in the plaza stopped what they were doing to pray the &lt;strong&gt;Angelus&lt;/strong&gt;. Boy, I am touched, truly touched at the sight of the Dominican nun and two kids on the sidestreet praying. As Raquel put it, the sight was like taken straight out of the textbook. &lt;/p&gt; The real adventure began on our third day, Saturday, when we went to Sabtang island, some 45 minutes of boat ride from Ivana. As I’ve said I love the waters, and I've been looking forward to this boat ride. As I looked around the "rickety" boat, most of the people were quiet while I feast my eyes on the huge waves. I saw some praying the rosary, some had worried looks on their faces. As soon as we got off, the guys told me that it was one of the most horrific rides. Raquel said: &lt;em&gt;Ga-bahay ang alon&lt;/em&gt;. And some felt nauseous. Geez, I thought the waves that big were just normal. I was smiling all throughout the ride. We later learned that the boat was actually in trouble. Some things needed some fixing. &lt;/p&gt; There are many more stories that I can never forget on this trip and I wouldn’t want to miss a thing so I’ll try to organize my thoughts and write it down. &lt;/p&gt; I am thinking of retiring there, early retirement. Seriously considering, and currently saving up for it. I cannot see myself spending the rest of my life anywhere else but in Batanes. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/Rdf2rKcAgII/AAAAAAAAACw/fd7a4W7AiHA/s1600-h/Abad_house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/Rdf2rKcAgII/AAAAAAAAACw/fd7a4W7AiHA/s320/Abad_house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032762330006454402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-8704139743865949514?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8704139743865949514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=8704139743865949514' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8704139743865949514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/8704139743865949514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/02/fall-in-love-with-batanes.html' title='Fall in love with Batanes'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/Rdfzw6cAgFI/AAAAAAAAACY/NA4HU-V5yZY/s72-c/Lighthouse1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255423.post-7536577599610243679</id><published>2007-02-08T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T15:44:14.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spell romantic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/RcsMoKcAgEI/AAAAAAAAACM/UZQGywCxMng/s1600-h/Solitary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/RcsMoKcAgEI/AAAAAAAAACM/UZQGywCxMng/s320/Solitary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029127293025419330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Spell romantic - B A T A N E S &lt;/p&gt; Last weekend, I went to the dream tourist destination. I had fun, I had memories, and I have reasons to go back. &lt;/p&gt; I love the place so much, and I feel so lonely leaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255423-7536577599610243679?l=askalfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7536577599610243679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255423&amp;postID=7536577599610243679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7536577599610243679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255423/posts/default/7536577599610243679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askalfreak.blogspot.com/2007/02/spell-romantic.html' title='Spell romantic'/><author><name>askalfreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11049605691108570816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b134/readmypet/Bitoy3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJgALZnWBfo/RcsMoKcAgEI/AAAAAAAAACM/UZQGywCxMng/s72-c/Solitary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
