<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422</id><updated>2012-01-01T11:13:33.339+08:00</updated><category term='movie'/><category term='singing'/><category term='photo'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='TV'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='favorite 2008'/><category term='writing exercise'/><category term='metaphor'/><category term='God'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='walk with me'/><category term='music'/><category term='lovely'/><category term='as/400'/><category term='review'/><category term='book'/><category term='libera'/><category term='tennis'/><category term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>the smaller picture</title><subtitle type='html'>big world, small thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>268</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-2737312571242221564</id><published>2011-11-05T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T23:51:59.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>Libera was in Cebu</title><content type='html'>I attended the Libera concert in Cebu last October 28, 2011 &lt;b&gt;exactly &lt;/b&gt;two years after I attended my very first Libera concert in the &lt;b&gt;exact &lt;/b&gt;same venue. Surreal. They've improved a lot since their last visit. I simply loved how they setup the stage this time around. There was no screen in the middle of the stage, but there were two large screens at both sides that showed some closeups and panning shots of the choristers during the performance. At the back of the choristers were a string quartet, recorder and keyboard, and percussions. The last time they were here they only had Fiona Pears playing the violin at the side. Also, this time around, I can name majority of the group (all of those that went here in 2009 and some new faces), which made the experience even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song in the concert, if I could only pick one, will have to be "Eternal Light" with a perfect solo by Stefan Leadbeater. He is older now at the concert compared to the one in the Peace CD used in the video below and his voice is even better than the one in the CD. And the soaring harmonies is so uplifting. I thought this is what chorale music should be. To brighten up your day. Stefan is clearly at the peak of his treble career so hopefully Mr. Prizeman will be able to compose some more songs for him and Libera for future CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yZWSPOaC5Cg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second favorite will have to be their special Libera arrangement of a popular Pinoy Christmas song, "Himig ng Pasko". The solo was done by Ralph Skan. Ralph has a different kind of voice that suits this song quite well. Mr. Prizeman, their musical director, knows the voices that his group have very well and assigns them the perfect part of the song for each. I could only imagine what it would have been like if he was our musical director back in high school when I was a member of our school choir. With that kind of training, I probably would have a singing career by now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ceDtUHTTJ58" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two, Stefan and Ralph, were new touring members of Libera (not all of them tour) when they first came here two years and now they practically carry the group. I already have a copy of their Christmas album and looking forward to own a cd that contains their version of "Himig ng Pasko" in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-2737312571242221564?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/2737312571242221564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2011/11/libera-was-in-cebu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2737312571242221564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2737312571242221564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2011/11/libera-was-in-cebu.html' title='Libera was in Cebu'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yZWSPOaC5Cg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-1701860556372873114</id><published>2011-10-09T02:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T02:49:30.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>Surreal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was surreal. Something happened that up until now I thought could only happen in movies. I'm tempted to describe it tragic, but then again I don't really know the reason why it happened. Hopefully everything turns out okay to all parties. Surreal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-a27QfD-XI3Y/TpCY5lBa37I/AAAAAAAAC9o/x_JK0lwcs0A/2011-10-03%25252015.19.34.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-1701860556372873114?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/1701860556372873114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2011/10/surreal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/1701860556372873114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/1701860556372873114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2011/10/surreal.html' title='Surreal'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-a27QfD-XI3Y/TpCY5lBa37I/AAAAAAAAC9o/x_JK0lwcs0A/s72-c/2011-10-03%25252015.19.34.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-8581749720927548346</id><published>2011-10-07T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T16:09:17.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Libera to launch Christmas album in the Philippines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijzs_LuhTwI/To6sdzP2XrI/AAAAAAAAC9c/5Ca6nhFm7ag/s1600/C73-libera2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijzs_LuhTwI/To6sdzP2XrI/AAAAAAAAC9c/5Ca6nhFm7ag/s320/C73-libera2011.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The London based boy's choir, &lt;b&gt;Libera&lt;/b&gt;, is set to launch their newest CD (&lt;i&gt;Libera: The Christmas Album&lt;/i&gt;) with two concerts in the Philippines later this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;MANILA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert: October 25, 2011. 8:00 pm. PICC Plenary Hall&lt;br /&gt;Autograph Signing: October 23, 2011. 4:00 pm. The Block, SM North EDSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;CEBU&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert: October 28, 2011. 8:00 pm. Waterfront Cebu Pacific Grand Ballroom&lt;br /&gt;Autograph Signing: October 27, 2011. 5:00 pm. The Northwing, SM Cebu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ticket information, head on over to the following sites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.ticketworld.com.ph/Online/default.asp?doWork::WScontent::loadArticle=Load&amp;amp;BOparam::WScontent::loadArticle::article_id=E8CE0666-51CA-4A93-BD4B-F4BBF6FBC2E8&amp;amp;sessionlanguage="&gt;TicketWorld&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artscouncilcebu.org/"&gt;Arts Council of Cebu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.libera.org.uk/events"&gt;Libera Official Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, &lt;b&gt;Libera: The Christmas Album&lt;/b&gt; is already available nationwide in the Philippines since September 30, 2011. Buy the album now and be among the first to hear the songs &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;live &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;this October in the Philippines. You can preview the album tracks below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F3E9KEjpMiA" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advance &lt;b&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/b&gt; to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-8581749720927548346?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/8581749720927548346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2011/10/libera-to-launch-christmas-album-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/8581749720927548346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/8581749720927548346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2011/10/libera-to-launch-christmas-album-in.html' title='Libera to launch Christmas album in the Philippines'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijzs_LuhTwI/To6sdzP2XrI/AAAAAAAAC9c/5Ca6nhFm7ag/s72-c/C73-libera2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-6153767666803398296</id><published>2011-10-07T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T12:02:22.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>Away from work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-2ByqAZYocO8/To53P6FKoCI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/CAmRE8eHJ7M/2011-10-05%25252017.22.46.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was nice to spend one full week without thinking about work. While I may have done a lot more walking for the past seven days than the whole of last month combined, I still enjoyed it. It was refreshing not to think about work in a place where the weather is often just right (not too hot and not too cold, for me at least). Not once did I think about opening work email. How I wish I have enough money to stay there for a month or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-6153767666803398296?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/6153767666803398296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2011/10/away-from-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/6153767666803398296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/6153767666803398296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2011/10/away-from-work.html' title='Away from work'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-2ByqAZYocO8/To53P6FKoCI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/CAmRE8eHJ7M/s72-c/2011-10-05%25252017.22.46.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-3848648881174164352</id><published>2011-09-11T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T18:23:39.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>On this day in 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Noticed this in FB on the right hand side today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On This Day in 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Yesterday, I turned down a 1-year assignment in another Asian country, which would have commenced on October 1. I'm just too happy to be back home last week to entertain the idea of an even longer term foreign assignment in such short notice. But I did think it through and decided that Cebu is best for me at this time. Today I've learned that the replacement will be another Cebu resource, so I guess all is well. :) [posted September 11, 2009 at 11:05pm]&lt;/blockquote&gt;Change really is the only constant in this world as I no longer feel the same way after two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-3848648881174164352?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/3848648881174164352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/3848648881174164352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-this-day-in-2009.html' title='On this day in 2009'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-4778634068889983184</id><published>2011-08-21T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T02:10:22.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>The hardest thing</title><content type='html'>There I was wearing the very dress shirt and pants that I wore on my first day of work in Cebu, watching my colleagues, my friends, perform their group presentations, thinking, they are what I will miss the most when I leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-4778634068889983184?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/4778634068889983184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/4778634068889983184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2011/08/hardest-thing.html' title='The hardest thing'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-4708394753142825006</id><published>2011-04-25T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:38:47.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>Easter weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the first time, I spent the Easter Weekend far from home. It was both tiring and restful at the same time. But I was so feverish starting on our first night and all through out the second day that I thought I'm going to call in sick today. But I got better on the third day. However, I still had to miss work because I was greeted with a broken water pipe at my apartment when I reached home last night. Don't exactly know when the pipes cracked, but when I woke up this morning it seemed like the hole grew twice its size than when I finally decided that I don't have the necessarry tools to fix it myself and that I'd better sleep and report the damage to my landlord the next day, which is today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another vacation leave down the drain, just when I was saving them all up for another out of country trip this September and of course the usual vacation on Christmas week. But I didn't really have a choice. I'll worry about my remaining VLs when the time comes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/TbVdP7noggI/AAAAAAAACqE/VJ9h2KvJUSw/2011-04-23%2014.46.22.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-4708394753142825006?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/4708394753142825006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/4708394753142825006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/4708394753142825006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter weekend'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/TbVdP7noggI/AAAAAAAACqE/VJ9h2KvJUSw/s72-c/2011-04-23%2014.46.22.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-7360555806564244358</id><published>2011-04-17T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T12:45:32.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Holy week 2011</title><content type='html'>This would be the first time that I will spend the Holy Week away from home. Holy Week, like Christmas, is usually that time of the year when people working away from home come home. At least for me. But I know for certain this is true to most people I know. I expect majority of the people in the office will be on vacation starting Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is sad that I'm not spending a restful week at home that I usually do every Holy Week since I started working away from home. But part of me is also happy to break from routine once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Uac1nOZovuM?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-7360555806564244358?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/7360555806564244358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2011/04/holy-week-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7360555806564244358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7360555806564244358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2011/04/holy-week-2011.html' title='Holy week 2011'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Uac1nOZovuM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-8501260132575530396</id><published>2011-04-05T02:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T02:38:31.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>April 1, night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my room. On my bed. It's so quiet here. Except for the wind rumbling in the distance and the tone of an upcoming rain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In two days I'll be leaving home again. I've done this enough times already that one would think there's no sadness anymore. And yet there still is. Even though I'm only here for a few days total in a year, this is still home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/TZoQJMaD03I/AAAAAAAACqA/bLKPAJHG3KA/2011-03-26%2013.22.15.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-8501260132575530396?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/8501260132575530396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-1-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/8501260132575530396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/8501260132575530396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-1-night.html' title='April 1, night'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/TZoQJMaD03I/AAAAAAAACqA/bLKPAJHG3KA/s72-c/2011-03-26%2013.22.15.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-3890418390570043448</id><published>2011-03-05T11:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T11:44:16.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing exercise'/><title type='text'>Keep walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On my way to work one day, I found a rose along the way. I wondered why it's lying there as opposed to being shown off in someone's vase. What is its story? I tried to pick it up, but in a moment it was gone. It wasn't there. I continued walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/TXGuzAwhVyI/AAAAAAAACiQ/6HbQB_azF1E/1299295799945.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Finally deleted my Friendster account. The paragraph above, which I wrote while in that site is the only thing I saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The photo is from Fringe. This is really just a test of posting from Blogger android app.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-3890418390570043448?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/3890418390570043448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2011/03/keep-walking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/3890418390570043448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/3890418390570043448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2011/03/keep-walking.html' title='Keep walking'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/TXGuzAwhVyI/AAAAAAAACiQ/6HbQB_azF1E/s72-c/1299295799945.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-2718560010536606450</id><published>2010-11-02T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T15:21:13.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Worth it</title><content type='html'>There are three times in the year that I make it a point to be in my home city: the Holy Week, few days in the week of All Saints' Day, and the last two weeks of the year (Christmas). For this week's All Saints' Day, it's worth the expenses and the travel time for, among other things, this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/TM-4q0Z36tI/AAAAAAAACUo/pTLRfSAxoZA/s400/2010-10-31+16.15.39.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Watching the rain drench everything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/TM-4q0Z36tI/AAAAAAAACUo/pTLRfSAxoZA/s1600/2010-10-31+16.15.39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sitting at the front porch in the afternoon, watching the rain drench everything in front of me. If I wasn't tinkering with my new phone, I'd already be in the middle of it. Drenched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-2718560010536606450?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/2718560010536606450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/11/worth-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2718560010536606450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2718560010536606450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/11/worth-it.html' title='Worth it'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/TM-4q0Z36tI/AAAAAAAACUo/pTLRfSAxoZA/s72-c/2010-10-31+16.15.39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-1919563739435303247</id><published>2010-09-18T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T12:11:41.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Fringe 3.0</title><content type='html'>I've decided to trim down my TV series watch list this season. I'll just stick with Merlin 3, Fringe 3, Amazing Race 17, The Big Bang Theory 4, How I Met Your Mother 6, and Glee 2. I don't think I'll be able to cut this list further. The rest I'll just watch next year on DVD (divisoria editions).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-1919563739435303247?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/1919563739435303247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/09/fringe-30.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/1919563739435303247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/1919563739435303247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/09/fringe-30.html' title='Fringe 3.0'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-7632507415674925092</id><published>2010-07-08T03:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T03:27:34.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Fringe 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ping.fm/p/M3MIG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pingfmmedia.s3.amazonaws.com/img/zj3RVVZB/RlG9xUExzuXxipIF.jpg" width="300" alt="Fringe was my favorite series of the recently-concluded  regular TV season. But this is _really_ just a test post that if  successful will h" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fringe was my favorite series of the recently-concluded&lt;br /&gt;regular TV season. But this is _really_ just a test post that if&lt;br /&gt;successful will help me blog at the office. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-7632507415674925092?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/7632507415674925092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/07/fringe-20_4137.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7632507415674925092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7632507415674925092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/07/fringe-20_4137.html' title='Fringe 2.0'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-4242666447186533938</id><published>2010-04-27T09:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:13:08.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Percy, Perseus, and The Proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0814255/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people I know didn't like this movie. Well, I like it. Production value was great and the story is very rich and engaging. I only have two problems with this movie. First, so many things happened in this movie that there was barely any time to develop one scene before the need to move on to the next scene. This may in large part due to the film makers trying to squeeze so many scenes from the book into the movie most likely so as not to anger fans of the book. Second, the acting ability of the main child actor wasn't harnessed well by the director. Sometimes it felt like the actor was merely going through the motions and wasn't really into the role he portrayed, which is a shame because I found him to be a good child actor in a short-lived TV series, Jack and Bobby, carried by Studio 23 in the Philippines some years ago. But on the other hand it was an enjoyable movie to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0800320/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clash of the Titans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends who I watched this movie with were disappointed with this movie. For some reason they had high expectations with it, which I didn't really understand. Maybe they were very good in Greek Mythology or something. I, on the other hand, didn't even know that this movie was made until I saw the trailers a few months back. My only real problem with this movie was the unbelievability of the film's main protagonist, Perseus, played by&lt;i&gt; AVATAR&lt;/i&gt;'s Sam Worthington. That actor doesn't have a wide array of emotions under his belt. He reminded me of Keanu Reeves. But the movie was enjoyable, the special effects were more than decent. I enjoyed watching this movie. It was never boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1041829/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Proposal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S9XEJ7S0nKI/AAAAAAAACDo/3jfAABsLlGI/s1600/theProposal.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S9XEJ7S0nKI/AAAAAAAACDo/3jfAABsLlGI/s400/theProposal.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The truth is Margaret and I are two people who are not supposed to fall in love with each other but did."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The first two-thirds of the movie was actually very good. It was funny and witty and the onscreen chemistry of Sandra Bullock and the actor playing the lead role was good. But the last thirds of the movie was weak. I didn't really believe that Andrew would fall in love with Margaret based solely on the events that unfolded in the first 2/3 of the movie. His "change of heart" wasn't believable. It felt forced by the writers just so they could end their movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-4242666447186533938?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/4242666447186533938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/04/percy-perseus-and-proposal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/4242666447186533938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/4242666447186533938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/04/percy-perseus-and-proposal.html' title='Percy, Perseus, and The Proposal'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S9XEJ7S0nKI/AAAAAAAACDo/3jfAABsLlGI/s72-c/theProposal.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-1551069329775323590</id><published>2010-04-13T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:12:26.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Libera has landed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.libera.org.uk/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Libera&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is back in the Philippines after only six months from their previous concerts. The &lt;b&gt;23 &lt;/b&gt;choristers from the chart-topping choirband from South London has just arrived in Manila after their successful concerts in Japan (April 8 &amp;amp; 9) and South Korea (April 11) and will promote their new album &lt;a href="http://www.emiclassics.com/releaseabout.php?rid=49790"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. 21 from last year's tour are back with 2 new touring members. Tom Cully, one of the most recognizable choristers of the recent group of touring members and was here last year, is conspicuously absent this year. Tom is the album soloist of the 3rd track (&lt;i&gt;Ave Virgo&lt;/i&gt;) of their latest album, &lt;i&gt;Peace&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S8NEp_stA7I/AAAAAAAAB8w/LRlr2SvofmI/s1600/libera_meetgreet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S8NEp_stA7I/AAAAAAAAB8w/LRlr2SvofmI/s320/libera_meetgreet.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Libera &lt;/i&gt;will hold a &lt;b&gt;Meet and Greet&lt;/b&gt; event at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Podium"&gt;The Podium&lt;/a&gt; on April 14, 2010 at 5:00PM. And on Friday, April 16, 2010, the group will perform two promotional shows showcasing songs from &lt;i&gt;Peace&lt;/i&gt;, at 3:00PM and 8:00PM at the &lt;a href="http://www.rcbcplaza.com.ph/auditorium.aspx"&gt;Carlos P. Romulo Auditorium&lt;/a&gt; at 4/L RCBC Plaza, Makati City. &lt;a href="http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/04/libera-peace-philippine-summer-tour.html"&gt;Click here for ticket information.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S7cVQ2GIoLI/AAAAAAAAB8o/6igotBgIc_A/s1600/summerTourPoster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S7cVQ2GIoLI/AAAAAAAAB8o/6igotBgIc_A/s320/summerTourPoster.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are the &lt;i&gt;23 &lt;/i&gt;performing Libera members attending the Manila events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Barrington&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Barrington&lt;br /&gt;Tiarnan Branson&lt;br /&gt;Luke Collins (&lt;i&gt;new touring member&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Liam Connery&lt;br /&gt;Kavana Crossley&lt;br /&gt;Jakob de Menezes-Wood&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Fontannaz&lt;br /&gt;Frederick Ingles&lt;br /&gt;Stefan Leadbeater&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Leggett&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Leggett&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Madine&lt;br /&gt;Flynn Marks&lt;br /&gt;James Mordaunt&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Moriarty&lt;br /&gt;Cassius O'Connell-White (&lt;i&gt;new touring member&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Benedict Philipp&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Rangel-Alvares&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Rodriguez Villegas&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Skan&lt;br /&gt;Alfredo Smart&lt;br /&gt;James Threadgill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 23 performers will be supported by, among others, former &lt;i&gt;Libera &lt;/i&gt;choristers who are now part of the staff and crew:&lt;br /&gt;Robert Prizeman - &lt;i&gt;conductor &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;musical director&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Crawley - &lt;i&gt;composer &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;stage manager&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Geraghty - &lt;i&gt;keyboard/other instruments&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Coates - &lt;i&gt;sound engineer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona Pears (violin) and Ian Tilley (composer/keyboard), co-composers of the 2nd track (&lt;i&gt;Time&lt;/i&gt;) of the &lt;i&gt;Peace&lt;/i&gt; CD, won't be joining the current tour due to prior commitments. The group is set to perform their version of &lt;i&gt;Bayan Ko&lt;/i&gt; in the Philippine top-rated pre-noontime variety show, &lt;a href="http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-showtime-with-libera.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Showtime&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Click &lt;a href="http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-showtime-with-libera.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;for more information on this TV guesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S8NEeGq5Z9I/AAAAAAAAB8s/rJTdl81hyDw/s1600/libera-showtime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S8NEeGq5Z9I/AAAAAAAAB8s/rJTdl81hyDw/s320/libera-showtime.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.libera360.com/"&gt;Libera 360&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Uniting Libera fans worldwide&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-1551069329775323590?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/1551069329775323590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/04/libera-has-landed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/1551069329775323590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/1551069329775323590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/04/libera-has-landed.html' title='Libera has landed'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S8NEp_stA7I/AAAAAAAAB8w/LRlr2SvofmI/s72-c/libera_meetgreet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-7766027220215008017</id><published>2010-04-13T01:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:01:03.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>It's Showtime with Libera</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Updated 4/13/2010:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Now includes the song they are going to perform.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S8NEeGq5Z9I/AAAAAAAAB8s/rJTdl81hyDw/s1600/libera-showtime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S8NEeGq5Z9I/AAAAAAAAB8s/rJTdl81hyDw/s320/libera-showtime.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Banner courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.libera360.com/"&gt;Libera 360&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Uniting Libera fans worldwide.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The not-for-profit, chart-topping choirband &lt;a href="http://www.libera.org.uk/"&gt;Libera &lt;/a&gt;from South London will appear as guest in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Showtime_%28TV_show%29"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Showtime&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Philippine's top-rated pre-noon time variety show broadcast over &lt;a href="http://www.abs-cbn.com/"&gt;ABS-CBN&lt;/a&gt; nationwide and through its sister-channel &lt;a href="http://www.abs-cbni.com/programming/tfc/index.html"&gt;TFC (The Filipino Channel)&lt;/a&gt; worldwide on April 14, 2010. No details on what segment or time the choirband will appear, but &lt;i&gt;Showtime&lt;/i&gt; starts at 10:30 AM local time (UTC/GMT+8). The choirband will perform their version of &lt;i&gt;Bayan Ko&lt;/i&gt;, which brought the house down in Manila and Cebu during the encore performance at their October 2009 concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="283" width="460"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-vCTcEN-tBA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-vCTcEN-tBA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="283"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Libera &lt;/i&gt;is back in the Philippines to promote their latest album, &lt;a href="http://www.emiclassics.com/releaseabout.php?rid=49790"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, released locally by EMI-PolyEast Records and internationally by EMI Classics on March 8, 2010. &lt;i&gt;Peace &lt;/i&gt;was released in the USA on April 6, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;23 &lt;/b&gt;members of the group are fresh from their successful &lt;a href="http://www.libera.org.uk/events.htm"&gt;concerts &lt;/a&gt;in Japan (April 8 and 9, 2010) and South Korea (April 11, 2010). They were in the Philippines last year with two highly successful concerts in Manila (October 25, 2010) and Cebu (October 28, 2010). And after barely six months, they're back. All 23 choristers are set to appear on &lt;i&gt;Showtime&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on the same day, April 14, at around 5:00PM Libera will be at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Podium"&gt;The Podium&lt;/a&gt; for a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meet And Greet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; event. Buy their latest album, &lt;i&gt;Peace&lt;/i&gt;, onsite for a chance to meet the famous choirband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S8NEp_stA7I/AAAAAAAAB8w/LRlr2SvofmI/s1600/libera_meetgreet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S8NEp_stA7I/AAAAAAAAB8w/LRlr2SvofmI/s320/libera_meetgreet.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Friday, April 16, &lt;i&gt;Libera &lt;/i&gt;will perform two showcase performances to promote their album &lt;i&gt;Peace&lt;/i&gt;. One show is on 3:00PM and the other at 8:00PM. Both shows will be held at the &lt;a href="http://www.rcbcplaza.com.ph/auditorium.aspx"&gt;Carlos P. Romulo Auditorium&lt;/a&gt;, 4/L RCBC Plaza, Makati. &lt;a href="http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/04/libera-peace-philippine-summer-tour.html"&gt;Click here for ticket information.&lt;/a&gt; All events are dubbed as part of &lt;i&gt;Libera Peace: The Philippine Summer Promo Tour 2010&lt;/i&gt; brought to us by &lt;a href="http://www.philippineairlines.com/"&gt;Philippine Airlines&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;i&gt;EMI-PolyEast Records&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-7766027220215008017?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/7766027220215008017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-showtime-with-libera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7766027220215008017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7766027220215008017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-showtime-with-libera.html' title='It&apos;s Showtime with Libera'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S8NEeGq5Z9I/AAAAAAAAB8s/rJTdl81hyDw/s72-c/libera-showtime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-1415782539607537523</id><published>2010-04-04T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T10:00:00.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Easter versus Christmas</title><content type='html'>Easter is like Christmas. No, this is not a philosophical statement. It's just an observation on how in many ways Easter is like Christmas in the Philippines, at least for me. I take a long break in both events. I go back to my home city during both events. I take a rest in both events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One big difference, though, is Easter break is more restful for me than Christmas break. During Christmas I go to all these parties and mini-parties, from departmental to company-wide to little parties with batch mates and reunion with friends. I go to malls and shop for gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter is different. It's much more laid back. More restful. Before the dawn of cable television there was even nothing on TV from Maundy Thursday to Black Saturday. I can even remember as a kid we were forbidden to run around and play during Good Friday. So what my childhood friends and me would usually do is just sit and tell stories all day, when not in church for the services. Easter is a time for rest, real rest. It was then when I was a child, and it is still now that I'm an adult. And if only Easter doesn't happen on summer here in the Philippines I'd call it the perfect break, the perfect vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter everyone. Enjoy the rest of your vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-1415782539607537523?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/1415782539607537523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-versus-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/1415782539607537523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/1415782539607537523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-versus-christmas.html' title='Easter versus Christmas'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-4907721279397444462</id><published>2010-04-04T09:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T11:30:51.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Do not stand at my grave and weep</title><content type='html'>This is one of the most beautiful and meaningful, yet simple, Easter song I've ever heard. It deals with the very essence of Easter and the resurrection of Christ in the most simple and subtle way. Of course, for those who don't know who Christ is the words would just fly by. But even then it's a very beautiful song. The words were based on a poem written by &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_not_stand_at_my_grave_and_weep"&gt;Mary Elizabeth Frye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. The beautifully haunting music was written by &lt;i&gt;Robert Prizeman&lt;/i&gt; specifically for his choirband, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.libera.org.uk/"&gt;Libera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, originally published in 2004 in the album &lt;i&gt;Free&lt;/i&gt;. Different music that used the same poem do exist prior to Libera's version, but of all the versions of this song that I've listened to in Youtube, Mr. Prizeman's music stood out as the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter, everyone. (The original poem can be read below the embedded video.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lle4KXZte5Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lle4KXZte5Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_not_stand_at_my_grave_and_weep"&gt;original poem&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;i&gt;Mary Elizabeth Frye&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do not stand at my grave and weep,&lt;br /&gt;I am not there, I do not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I am in a thousand winds that blow,&lt;br /&gt;I am the softly falling snow.&lt;br /&gt;I am the gentle showers of rain,&lt;br /&gt;I am the fields of ripening grain.&lt;br /&gt;I am in the morning hush,&lt;br /&gt;I am in the graceful rush&lt;br /&gt;Of beautiful birds in circling flight,&lt;br /&gt;I am the starshine of the night.&lt;br /&gt;I am in the flowers that bloom,&lt;br /&gt;I am in a quiet room.&lt;br /&gt;I am in the birds that sing,&lt;br /&gt;I am in each lovely thing.&lt;br /&gt;Do not stand at my grave and cry,&lt;br /&gt;I am not there. I do not die.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-4907721279397444462?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/4907721279397444462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-not-stand-at-my-grave-and-weep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/4907721279397444462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/4907721279397444462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-not-stand-at-my-grave-and-weep.html' title='Do not stand at my grave and weep'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-5832024151817348802</id><published>2010-04-03T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T18:20:12.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Libera Peace Philippine Summer Tour (April 2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S7cVQ2GIoLI/AAAAAAAAB8o/6igotBgIc_A/s1600-h/summerTourPoster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S7cVQ2GIoLI/AAAAAAAAB8o/6igotBgIc_A/s320/summerTourPoster.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After two successful concerts in Manila and Cebu in October 2009, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.libera.org.uk/"&gt;Libera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, the chart-topping choir band from London will be back in the Philippines to promote their new album, &lt;i&gt;Peace&lt;/i&gt;. You'll be hard-pressed to find another group that sounds like them. So don't miss this chance to once again see and hear them perform live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Key Dates&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 14, 2010 - 5:00PM - &lt;i&gt;Meet and Greet&lt;/i&gt; at The Podium&lt;br /&gt;April 16, 2010 - 3:00PM - &lt;i&gt;Libera Peace&lt;/i&gt; Promo Show (Matinee)&lt;br /&gt;April 16, 2010 - 8:00PM - &lt;i&gt;Libera Peace&lt;/i&gt; Promo Show (Gala)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two promotional shows on April 16 will be held at the Carlos P. Romulo Auditorium, 4/L RCBC Plaza, Makati City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tickets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meet and Greet&lt;/i&gt; - Buy the new album Peace on-site for a pass to meet and greet the choristers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Libera Peace Promo Shows&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchestra at PHP850, Loge at PHP650, and Balcony at PHP500. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets can be bought on a cash basis only by &lt;i&gt;calling &lt;/i&gt;any of these numbers: 999-436-4275, 906-370-3129, or 918-918-1367. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can &lt;i&gt;go directly&lt;/i&gt; to Carte Blanche,  5/F AIM Conference Center Manila Bldg., Benavidez cor. Trasierra Sts., Legaspi Village, Makati City and look for &lt;i&gt;Suzy Mejia&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Joel Andaya&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Links&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img689.imageshack.us/img689/1817/79129679.jpg"&gt;Theater Layout (c/o Libera360)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.libera360.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=157&amp;amp;Itemid=182"&gt;Seat Availability - Matinee Show (c/o Libera360)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.libera360.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=158&amp;amp;Itemid=183"&gt;Seat Availability - Evening Show (c/o Libera360)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.libera.org.uk/"&gt;Libera Official Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/OfficialLibera"&gt;Libera On Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/officiallibera"&gt;Libera On Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/officiallibera"&gt;Libera Official YouTube Channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-5832024151817348802?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/5832024151817348802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/04/libera-peace-philippine-summer-tour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5832024151817348802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5832024151817348802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/04/libera-peace-philippine-summer-tour.html' title='Libera Peace Philippine Summer Tour (April 2010)'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S7cVQ2GIoLI/AAAAAAAAB8o/6igotBgIc_A/s72-c/summerTourPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-7229397023170895431</id><published>2010-04-03T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T16:08:22.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Slacker blogger shares his thoughts</title><content type='html'>This is just my third post for the year. Wow. Not even one post per month. I'm now officially a slacker blogger. It's probably because of Facebook and Twitter. Somehow it's far easier to come up with a sentence or two and post it in Facebook and Twitter than a couple of paragraphs for a blog. And it's far easier for my friends to write short sentences as comments (sometimes not even complete sentences) in Facebook and Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 2006 and 2007 when I still didn't have a personal internet connection I blogged more frequently. Back then, I would sometimes write a blog post in my offline PC at home, save it in a text file, bring it to work and post the thing using my online office workstation. Facebook and Twitter has certainly helped curtail my blogging days, but they are by no means the only reasons why I blog less nowadays. I have been slacking way before I had my Facebook account (started only in September 2009 to primarily stay in touched with my co-assignees as well as friends in Mauritius). With Twitter I think I only started late 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always called this my own Muggle pensieve. It's something where I put my thoughts, whatever thoughts that I happen to have at a particular time so that I can go back and look at my past in a more literal way. Well, it's not looking any good right now. If I look back, for example, at what I was thinking about a year ago, I can read from my blog that there aren't that much. A lot of thoughts, I presume, were lost forever. It's easier to save what I see. I just take a picture and that's it. Not much effort. But with thoughts, well, they take some time to preserve. And I haven't been judicious to spend some of my time to preserve what I was thinking or feeling at a particular moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I last wrote something here other than a mini-review of a movie or TV show that I've seen or a book that I've read. It's been a while since I just wrote purely random thoughts on here. I wish I could say this will stop now. That in the next few days things will change. That at the end of the year this blog will be littered with far more random thoughts than ever before. I wish I could say it. I truly do. But only time can tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-7229397023170895431?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/7229397023170895431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/04/slacker-blogger-shares-his-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7229397023170895431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7229397023170895431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/04/slacker-blogger-shares-his-thoughts.html' title='Slacker blogger shares his thoughts'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-2977279719791884798</id><published>2010-02-17T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:20:25.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Far away</title><content type='html'>February 6, 2009. Night. I got a call about my mother being admitted to the hospital back in my home city of Cagayan de Oro. Details were blurry back then. It sounded like she's going to die. I quickly checked the available flights the next day and went to sleep. Yes, I was able to sleep. It took some time. But I was able to sleep. Thanks to the reassuring, soothing, heavenly voices of &lt;a href="http://www.libera.org.uk/"&gt;Libera&lt;/a&gt;. I listened to one song only. I put it to a loop. That song was &lt;i&gt;Far Away&lt;/i&gt;. It's a beautiful song sung by the best vocal group in the world with a solo from Michael Horncastle, one of the finest soloists the group has ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_jSjwM-PMU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_jSjwM-PMU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whereever I go&lt;br /&gt;Far away and anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time after time you always shine&lt;br /&gt;through dark of night calling after me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whereever I climb&lt;br /&gt;Far away and anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me high beyond the sky&lt;br /&gt;through stormy night lifting me above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venite Spiritu et emitte caelitus&lt;br /&gt;Venite Spiritu et emitte caelitus&lt;br /&gt;Venite Spiritu Venite Spiritus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far away beyond the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I cry&lt;br /&gt;Far away and anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear me call when shadows fall&lt;br /&gt;your light of hope showing me the way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God spared my mother's life. And whatever happens in the future, knowing that everyone dies in the end, I'm grateful to God that she spared her life in that instance. Whenever I hear a Libera song, I am calm. And the song &lt;i&gt;Far Away&lt;/i&gt; always bring me back to the night of February 6, 2009. Where all I could do was hope and pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-2977279719791884798?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_jSjwM-PMU' title='Far away'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/2977279719791884798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/02/far-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2977279719791884798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2977279719791884798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/02/far-away.html' title='Far away'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-7578357494939391152</id><published>2010-01-14T09:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:00:02.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The pact</title><content type='html'>November 7, 1997. Friday. The first week of the second semester of my freshman year in college ended quietly. I went home from school a bit tired and not yet completely out of sem-break mode. But I don't really remember what happened that night. I supposed I watched TV, overslept, and woke up mid-morning on Saturday like I always do, even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the other side of the world, in England, a group of people convened in their humble book club's weekly meeting. The topic: a little known novelist JK Rowling and her debut novel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At yet another &lt;i&gt;other side&lt;/i&gt; of the world, Emily Gold, 17, killed herself, and nobody saw it coming: not her parents, nor teachers, nor friends. She was beautiful, intelligent, and gifted in the arts. Her Arts teacher said a student like Emily shows up once every ten years or so. Yes, nobody saw it coming, except for her boyfriend, Chris Harte, 18, next-door neighbor and life-long friends (practically since birth). Their parents and their small community all but expected the two to end up with each other for the rest of their lives. Now Emily is dead, and Chris badly wounded after an apparent botched suicide pact. Nobody saw it coming. Later, evidence surfaced that it was Chris who killed Emily. What a tragic end to an almost fairy tale story. Not even both set of parents saw this coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S04FJgNk3aI/AAAAAAAABjM/OBFN7P8SV1o/s1600-h/thePact_small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S04FJgNk3aI/AAAAAAAABjM/OBFN7P8SV1o/s320/thePact_small.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's the book posing for a picture in front of our porch back in Cagayan de Oro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the only book that I finished reading in 2009, not because all other books sucked, but because I haven't really been reading &lt;strike&gt;a lot&lt;/strike&gt; last year. I always found an excuse to put off reading. I bought this mainly in part because I liked "My Sister's Keeper", a movie adapted from one of Jodi Picoult's novel of the same title. I could have chosen to buy any of Picoult's work and I probably would enjoy all of them. But for some reason I chose this as the first of her novels that I would read. And I wasn't disappointed. I read this in two sittings during my Christmas vacation. Picoult told the story in an alternate past and present format throughout the book and I found it hard to put down with every chapter egging me to read the next one without delay till the end to find out what really happened to the botched double suicide pact or if it was indeed murder. Picoult doesn't seem to have trouble taking a what could be described as a fairytale premise and turning it into a horrible tragedy and leaving me satisfied in the end despite the big revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S04MxD2QcNI/AAAAAAAABjQ/bnbH-vUd3I0/s1600-h/books_small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S04MxD2QcNI/AAAAAAAABjQ/bnbH-vUd3I0/s320/books_small.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The Pact" and his friends in my bookshelf back in Cagayan de Oro.&lt;/i&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/6961422-7578357494939391152?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/7578357494939391152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/01/pact.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7578357494939391152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7578357494939391152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2010/01/pact.html' title='The pact'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/S04FJgNk3aI/AAAAAAAABjM/OBFN7P8SV1o/s72-c/thePact_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Cagayan de Oro, Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>8.4539026 124.6192702</georss:point><georss:box>8.114311599999999 124.1523512 8.7934936 125.0861892</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-4099731153697467804</id><published>2009-11-23T06:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:00:01.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SwlN8Jodp1I/AAAAAAAABhU/Di-SbRilZs0/s1600/2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SwlN8Jodp1I/AAAAAAAABhU/Di-SbRilZs0/s320/2012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A rumor, brewed from the West, reached our village. The world would end. And the giant one would tell us how. It was a long and heated debate. Friendships were lost. In the end the elders decided to send three villagers to the giant and report back how the world would meet its fate. I was one of those three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, on Tuesday, the 17th of November, we journeyed south to the giant. The journey was hard. We braved strong winds and heavy rains in order to reach the giant. It was as though a force hidden beneath the winds and rains wanted us not to know how our world would end. But we were determined. We were brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun has long since hidden itself by the time we reached the giant's place. The moon shone brightly without a hint of the heavy rains during our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rumors were real. The giant one knew the world was about to end. And he knew how it would happen. But beneath the amazing detail of his story, a ray of hope. Some would survive. The world would be destroyed, but not completely. It was good knowing there would be survivors, even as I know none would come from our village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We journeyed home. I presented our report to the elders. The elders presented it to the village. We said our goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SwlQHzlnWuI/AAAAAAAABhY/_imClOvXCL0/s1600/2012_amanda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SwlQHzlnWuI/AAAAAAAABhY/_imClOvXCL0/s320/2012_amanda.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, above was a writing exercise. Below are my thoughts on the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1190080/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2012&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was surreal watching the planet being destroyed swiftly and in a detailed way. As I watched the monk being swept away as he tolled his last gong, I said to myself, Charlie was right to stay put. There's not a lot that anyone can do. I saw no Filipino aboard those arks. And a computer simulation showed the Philippine archipelago getting buried underwater. I suppose there's nothing I could do in that situation. I'd just wait for the gigantic tidal waves to approach me and tweet my last: &lt;i&gt;I see the waves coming towards me. I guess this is goodbye. #apocalypse. &lt;/i&gt;But by then, the fiber optic lines connecting the interwebs would have been destroyed long before I'd get my first glimpse of the giant waves. I'd see in my &lt;a href="http://www.tweetdeck.com/"&gt;TweetDeck&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/carlmans"&gt;Twitter Status&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Problem with all feeds&lt;/i&gt;. In the end, when the waters have long subsided and future archaeologists study a solid state drive once belonging to a startup called &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, they'd see my actual last tweet to be: &lt;i&gt;Woke up early to the news that America has started evacuations. I see the sun outside. Hope the waves never come.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-4099731153697467804?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1190080/' title='2012'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/4099731153697467804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/4099731153697467804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/4099731153697467804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SwlN8Jodp1I/AAAAAAAABhU/Di-SbRilZs0/s72-c/2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Cebu City, Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>10.3455617 123.8969328</georss:point><georss:box>10.2611262 123.7802033 10.429997199999999 124.01366230000001</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-2634166609530160432</id><published>2009-11-21T08:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T01:53:53.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Paper cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/Swgnh_LXL5I/AAAAAAAABg4/z38Uv4MoJc8/s1600/newmoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/Swgnh_LXL5I/AAAAAAAABg4/z38Uv4MoJc8/s320/newmoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't plan to see this movie. For this week, I was keen on seeing only two movies, and both have numbers in their titles: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1190080/"&gt;2012 &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1022603/"&gt;500 Days of Summer&lt;/a&gt;. I saw &lt;i&gt;2012 &lt;/i&gt;last Tuesday. And I saw &lt;i&gt;New Moon&lt;/i&gt; late last night. And it was only because several friends from the office wanted to see it, and being in bench I have nothing better to do, so I said what the heck, count me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not a fan of the first movie, &lt;a href="http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt;. But I'd say that it was a better movie than this sequel. A year ago, I &lt;a href="http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html"&gt;wrote &lt;/a&gt;that Twilight was really a love story more than it was a vampire story. The first one tells a story. This one doesn't tell much. It was all about setups. And I'm not sure if it was trying to setup a story or just an audience reaction. But considering the events that took place in the movie, I lean towards the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first setup, said it all. And set the tone for the whole movie. I've never seen a paper cut produced that amount of blood before. And certainly not from opening a wrapped gift. For one thing, gift wrappers aren't notorious for giving paper cuts. They're very easy to tear apart. That's what makes them gift wrappers. If they're hard to tear, then we'd just call them paper and won't bother coining a term for them. But Bella, for some reason, got a nasty paper cut, spilled blood, made Edward ran away from her to protect her from, well I don't know, more paper cuts, perhaps, which resulted into a very long act of Jacob and Bella getting closer, which made me check my watch and wonder where the heck was Edward? Seriously, the Jacob-Bella plot got so long and tired that I really asked myself, where the heck was Edward? And not because I'm a fan, but I knew that in order for the movie to end, he needed to show his face again. And indeed, he showed his face again and the movie ended--- in an allusion to Romeo and Juliet, the title of the book shown at the bed of Bella Swan at the opening of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Moon. Not much story. All setups. And it all started with a paper cut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-2634166609530160432?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1259571/' title='Paper cut'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/2634166609530160432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/11/paper-cut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2634166609530160432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2634166609530160432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/11/paper-cut.html' title='Paper cut'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/Swgnh_LXL5I/AAAAAAAABg4/z38Uv4MoJc8/s72-c/newmoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-3976238102091687009</id><published>2009-10-22T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:41:37.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>Trip to Sumilon Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 194px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat scroll left center; height: 194px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pixcarl/SumilonIsland?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="160" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/St35ugMve-E/AAAAAAAAA9M/8k3pp6ZXSGM/s160-c/SumilonIsland.jpg" style="margin: 1px 0pt 0pt 4px;" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pixcarl/SumilonIsland?feat=embedwebsite" style="color: #4d4d4d; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Sumilon Island&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-3976238102091687009?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/3976238102091687009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/10/trip-to-sumilon-island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/3976238102091687009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/3976238102091687009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/10/trip-to-sumilon-island.html' title='Trip to Sumilon Island'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/St35ugMve-E/AAAAAAAAA9M/8k3pp6ZXSGM/s72-c/SumilonIsland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-4117976394145677243</id><published>2009-10-08T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:54:47.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>We were always meant to say goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Every morning we walk in strides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;There's the sun, the sky, and your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But today there's only the sun and the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We were always meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I see you and me enjoying life's ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Till the Earth and moon collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But I knew even as the sun still shines of bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We were always meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You make my world come alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;In my heart your voice brings delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Now I long for those beat through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We were always meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We were always meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Guess I need to learn to just cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Always I dream of you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But we're always meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Liz and Chen. Here's hoping they become best friends again. I don't believe that they were always meant to say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-4117976394145677243?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/4117976394145677243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-were-always-meant-to-say-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/4117976394145677243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/4117976394145677243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-were-always-meant-to-say-goodbye.html' title='We were always meant to say goodbye'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-8040542099051432011</id><published>2009-09-01T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:47:09.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu, ile Maurice (or Going Home)</title><content type='html'>In a way I feel sad. There are a lot of things that I&amp;#39;m going to miss about Mauritius. Above everything else is the very beautiful beach situated just a short walk away from where we were housed. Some colleagues who went touring the south on my final Sunday here in Mauritius couldn&amp;#39;t understand why I preferred to stay behind and commune with the beach. They said I missed a lot. But I doubt it. I don&amp;#39;t like the beach just because it is picture perfect. I like everything about it. The sounds that the waves make as they hit the shore. The smell of the sea. The cool breeze. The texture of the sands against my bare feet. Sugar Beach in Flic en Flac is truly magnificent. And it&amp;#39;s nice that it&amp;#39;s a public beach here in Mauritius. Back in the Philippines we have to pay a lot just to gain access to a beach this beautiful. And the trip going to them would be quite long. It&amp;#39;s a stroke of luck that our company houses short-term assignees in Flic en Flac. I thank God for the opportunity to be here. I&amp;#39;m a bit sad that I&amp;#39;m going home already. But at the end of the day I know that deep within me I&amp;#39;m glad to be going home. Not much has changed than when I was first asked by a colleague in Cebu after my first couple of weeks here whether I like it here or not. My answer then was that it&amp;#39;s not nicer compared to the Philippines, but it&amp;#39;s not also less nice. I feel neutral about it then; that it was nothing more than just a different place. And that at the end of the day, there&amp;#39;s no place like home. Now that I&amp;#39;m finally going home I still feel the same way. There&amp;#39;s no place like home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-8040542099051432011?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/8040542099051432011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/09/adieu-ile-maurice-or-going-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/8040542099051432011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/8040542099051432011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/09/adieu-ile-maurice-or-going-home.html' title='Adieu, ile Maurice (or Going Home)'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-2655548696960609490</id><published>2009-08-31T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:54:43.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu, ile Maurice in 1 day</title><content type='html'>(I have no internet connection over the weekend so I&amp;#39;m posting three days worth of goodbyes to Ile Maurice.)&lt;p&gt;I will remember Flic en Flac and its nice cold weather. I will remember how I could just sleep all day under this weather.&lt;p&gt;I will remember Flic en Flac with its wonderful misty rains. I will remember how light the rain were and how beautiful they were to look at.&lt;p&gt;I will remember Flic en Flac with its public beach and its perfect sunset. I will remember sitting on the sand looking at the vast waters in front of me as I wait for the sun to go down.&lt;p&gt;Trois. Deux. Un.&lt;p&gt;Adieu, ile Maurice.&lt;p&gt;(Wow, corny na kaayo ko. Pasabot nga pauli na gyud ko sa Pilipinas. Pero mingawon gyud ko sa beach. Unta naay sama ka nindot nga beach na walking distance sa akong gapuy-an sa Cebu.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-2655548696960609490?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/2655548696960609490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/08/adieu-ile-maurice-in-1-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2655548696960609490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2655548696960609490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/08/adieu-ile-maurice-in-1-day.html' title='Adieu, ile Maurice in 1 day'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-6315386587250823868</id><published>2009-08-28T13:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:07:43.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu, ile Maurice in 4 days</title><content type='html'>Quatre jours.&lt;p&gt;I will remember Flic en Flac where Le Latanier stands. I will remember the serene nights of sleep with hundreds of frogs singing the lullabye in unison.&lt;p&gt;Adieu, ile Maurice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-6315386587250823868?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/6315386587250823868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/08/adieu-ile-maurice-in-4-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/6315386587250823868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/6315386587250823868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/08/adieu-ile-maurice-in-4-days.html' title='Adieu, ile Maurice in 4 days'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-8701283081931997348</id><published>2009-08-27T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:00:25.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu, ile Maurice in 5 days</title><content type='html'>Cinq jours.&lt;p&gt;I will remember Flic en Flac with its vast empty fields where sugar canes once stood. I will remember how the fields make the landscape we see on our way to work and our way home more picturesque than when I first got here.&lt;p&gt;Adieu, ile Maurice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-8701283081931997348?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/8701283081931997348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/08/adieu-ile-maurice-in-5-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/8701283081931997348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/8701283081931997348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/08/adieu-ile-maurice-in-5-days.html' title='Adieu, ile Maurice in 5 days'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-5689481964631412794</id><published>2009-08-26T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:32:58.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu, ile Maurice in 6 days</title><content type='html'>Six jours.&lt;p&gt;I will remember Flic en Flac with its long stretches of beaches. I will remember its waters, brilliant and green, and its sands, fine and white.&lt;p&gt;Adieu, ile Maurice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-5689481964631412794?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/5689481964631412794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/08/adieu-ile-maurice-in-6-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5689481964631412794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5689481964631412794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/08/adieu-ile-maurice-in-6-days.html' title='Adieu, ile Maurice in 6 days'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-383092102242306234</id><published>2009-08-25T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:56:09.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu, ile Maurice in 7 days</title><content type='html'>Sept jours.&lt;p&gt;I will remember Flic en Flac with its vast sugar cane plantation. I will remember the sugar canes that wave us off to work and greet us back home everyday.&lt;p&gt;Adieu, ile Maurice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-383092102242306234?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/383092102242306234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/08/adieu-ile-maurice-in-7-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/383092102242306234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/383092102242306234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/08/adieu-ile-maurice-in-7-days.html' title='Adieu, ile Maurice in 7 days'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-4403000771839952286</id><published>2009-08-14T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:31:36.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter weather</title><content type='html'>If there&amp;#39;s one thing that I&amp;#39;m going to miss in this place it would have to be the weather, specifically the winter weather (I&amp;#39;ve heard summers here can go as high as 35 degrees Celsius). If I&amp;#39;m permitted to miss other things, then I&amp;#39;ll also miss the friendly people and their peculiar use of handshake as an everyday-greeting as opposed to what I&amp;#39;m used to back in the Philippines. There the handshake is reserved for the initial meeting. The beach, particularly the public one in Flic en Flac, is another thing that I&amp;#39;ll miss. For three months I lived within a walking distance to one of the most beautiful beaches I&amp;#39;ve ever been to (not that I&amp;#39;ve been to many). Coming in here with the tall sugar canes lining up the majority of roadsides, I thought the roadsides here are picturesque. But now that most of the crops have been harvested, the view of wide empty spaces of land is even more breathtaking. The mixture of rural structures and urban structures that I see on the way to work is a welcome change to the short ride over a few city blocks in Cebu that I used to travel to go to work.&lt;p&gt;But at the end of the day, the notion that there&amp;#39;s no place like home still ring true. My country, my city is just as beautiful. This place just happens to be different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-4403000771839952286?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/4403000771839952286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/08/winter-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/4403000771839952286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/4403000771839952286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/08/winter-weather.html' title='Winter weather'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-208590954439937496</id><published>2009-07-31T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:36:42.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, life</title><content type='html'>Beaches and mountains&lt;br&gt;Stonewalls and sugar canes&lt;br&gt;Run and walk&lt;br&gt;Silence and talk&lt;br&gt;Smile and tears&lt;br&gt;Laughter and fears&lt;br&gt;Clicks and presses&lt;br&gt;Songs and dances&lt;p&gt;I can see the light that beacons me home. Two months on and with a month to go here in a different country in a different continent, and over two years of living in a city far from home back in the Philippines, maybe, just maybe, I now understand the phrase there&amp;#39;s no place like home. I can&amp;#39;t help but feel I&amp;#39;m walking in circles. That in the end I&amp;#39;ll stop where I started. That the only thing I don&amp;#39;t know right now is how big a circle it&amp;#39;s going to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-208590954439937496?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/208590954439937496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/07/work-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/208590954439937496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/208590954439937496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/07/work-life.html' title='Work, life'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-7936357991641177061</id><published>2009-05-18T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:36:56.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Star Trek</title><content type='html'>We had two choices last Friday night. Either we go to &lt;i&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/i&gt; on opening day or go to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Star Trek&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;on its second weekend. In the end we decided to avoid most of the crowd by going to the latter. And boy did we chose the right flick. I heard from some colleagues who went to &lt;i&gt;Angels &lt;/i&gt;that it wasn't that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young and fatherless James Tiberius Kirk was growing up to be a troublemaker. One night at a bar he got into a fight with some Starfleet cadets. It was the night that changed his life forever. Though if you knew at least some general knowledge of the original TV series, the night actually steered his life towards what was always his destiny, which is to say as the captain of the USS Enterprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very well-written, well-directed, well-acted reboot of a popular old franchise. I have never seen (that is to say, completed) a single episode of the original TV series when the reruns were shown in a local station (RPN 5 in Cagayan de Oro) in the 1980's. I thought it was boring. I never got around to watching any of the 10 movie adaptations that came before this new one. I don't know much of the characters except for some of their names. But this new movie was awesome. I want to watch it again. JJ Abrams and his &lt;i&gt;Fringe&lt;/i&gt;-writing team wrote a very adventurous, action-packed, and funny reboot of the &lt;i&gt;Star Trek &lt;/i&gt;story and with lots of lens flare and camera-shake. This is not to be missed in theaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about that win by Roger Federer of the &lt;b&gt;Madrid Open 2009&lt;/b&gt;? He beat Rafael Nadal on his home turf and on his favorite surface. The French Open just became interesting. Many say it was because Nadal was tired. Excuses. Right. Pretty much what they said of Hatton, and of De La Hoya, when they were pulverized by Pacquiao. Just as they can't accept the fact that Pacquiao was the better fighter in those two fights, Nadal fans can't accept that Federer was the better player in the recent match.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-7936357991641177061?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/7936357991641177061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/05/star-trek.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7936357991641177061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7936357991641177061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/05/star-trek.html' title='Star Trek'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-6802031165157908878</id><published>2009-04-29T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:35:36.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Almost a full circle</title><content type='html'>Next month marks the fifth year that I would be in Blogger and a blogger. So I'm changing a few things around the blog to reflect its original name. &lt;b&gt;The Smaller Picture&lt;/b&gt;. It better represents what this blog was all about from the get go. It is meant to keep for posterity the small thoughts that occasionally pop up in my mind. With this changes I hope to save more small thoughts here. I used to put poems and reflections here along with the occasional movie, tv, and book reviews. Lately it had been mostly about the latter stuffs. But I hope to change this in the coming days. This probably wouldn't mean that I'll be posting more frequently, but rather that I'd be striking a balance between using this blog as a life journal (which is what is currently happening) and a place to keep creative writing exercises. Of course, I'm not known to keep goals I set out for this blog in the past, but that doesn't mean that I should stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Now off to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-6802031165157908878?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/6802031165157908878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/04/almost-full-circle.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/6802031165157908878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/6802031165157908878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/04/almost-full-circle.html' title='Almost a full circle'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-5453528285972165096</id><published>2009-04-18T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T11:15:08.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>T2, Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;T2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;i&gt;T2&lt;/i&gt; with my co-workers last night. Earlier that day another co-worker told us it was not scary at all, so if we went there for the scare, we'd be disappointed. But we weren't there for the fright. We went there because we wanted to see a movie, any movie, and relax after a week's work. By the time we arrived at the theater "T2" was the only option, with the other movies being 30 minutes into their last full show already. "T2" at least was just 10 minutes into its last show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire worked for an organization whose goal was to reunite orphan children with their relatives. By the time we took our seat she'd already reunited a boy to his far-flung relatives in most likely a very northern town of Luzon some thousand miles away from Manila. On their way home, she and her driver/assistant encountered a roadblock, forcing them to stay at a convent that happens to have an orphan ripe for delivery to her long lost aunt in Manila. The long lost aunt lived in a building called "T2", of which there's something more than meets the eye. The journey to Manila quickly became a journey full of bizarre events that were supposed to lead to a climax of scary events to occur when they arrive at building T2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, the bizarre events during the journey was so visually disconnected to those in building T2, and the "creatures" so visually different from those in the scare-o-building. It felt like the script was being written and the costume and makeup being designed while filming was in progress. You'd be forgiven to think that the "journey home" was an unnecessary setup for the events in "building T2". Remove the "journey" act and you'd still have a movie and you lose nothing but 40 or so minutes of footage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.the-leaky-cauldron.org/2009/4/16/now-online-the-full-trailer-for-harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince"&gt;full trailer&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/i&gt; has just been released. Can't wait to see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-5453528285972165096?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/5453528285972165096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/04/t2-harry-potter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5453528285972165096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5453528285972165096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/04/t2-harry-potter.html' title='T2, Harry Potter'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-1654782994629272709</id><published>2009-04-18T09:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:50:03.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>Susan Boyle</title><content type='html'>Afternoon, April 14, Tuesday. I took a logical break from work and checked what's &lt;a href="http://search.twitter.com/"&gt;trending in Twitter&lt;/a&gt;. People are twittering about "24". I clicked. Immediately I was bombarded with spoilers from the latest episode, which I planned to watch that evening. The episode was spoiled, but the spoilers made me anticipate watching the episode even more. After checking out other familiar stuffs that are trending in Twitter, I went on (like I usually do) to check the unfamiliar trends, things that don't ring a bell. One of those trends that afternoon was &lt;a href="http://search.twitter.com/search?q=%22Susan+Boyle%22"&gt;"Susan Boyle"&lt;/a&gt;, a 47-year old hopeful in the regional auditions for &lt;b&gt;Britain's Got Talent&lt;/b&gt; and in the tweets are links to the same &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY"&gt;Youtube video&lt;/a&gt;. Video streaming is blocked at work. So I sent an email to my personal email account containing the link to the video so that I could check it when I went home. "Susan Boyle" wasn't really trending very high then, and I figured she wouldn't be trending anymore by the time I check twitter trends at home. I couldn't have predicted how unnecessary that was. It's Saturday already and "Susan Boyle" is still one of the top trends in Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY"&gt;audition clip&lt;/a&gt;, uploaded to Youtube, which as I wrote this has 19.6 million views, was truly one of a kind. It got all the elements working for it: Susan Boyle's life story and the perfect song choice. I have seen my fair share of American Idol episodes, and in that type of competition, song choice often made or break you. Boyle couldn't have chosen a better song to sing in that audition. She was there in the auditions to try to lived her dream of becoming a professional singer. And she chose to sing &lt;i&gt;I Dreamed A Dream&lt;/i&gt; from the musical &lt;i&gt;Lés Miserables&lt;/i&gt;. The orchestral accompaniment, which the editors have used as background music in the post-audition interview and the "three yesses" and then in Boyle's exit of the stage, where she blew a kiss to the audience was perfect. All these elements coming in together made for some very dramatic moments that rivaled any scripted TV. It's the best feel-good moment I have seen from any reality series or competition so far (at least from those that I watched).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, song choice was just one factor. She still had to have the voice. And her voice was amazing. Some people would say it was nothing extraordinary. That maybe, she herself admitted on television that there's room for improvement, but I have heard several versions since I watched her Youtube clip, and her's is still the best that I have heard. A recording she made in 1999 for her local town's charity cd (only a thousand copies were produced), in which she sang &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jI2DxkrgpgQ"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cry Me A River&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; surfaced on Youtube recently. And it, too, was brilliant. I could just imagine what it would have been like if she was "discovered" at the age of 20. She would have by now 27 years of singing career under her belt. She would probably have been one of the judges in Britain's Got Talent. Although, considering how beautiful her voice still is at 47, she'd probably be busy touring the world to judge a talent competition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-1654782994629272709?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/1654782994629272709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/04/susan-boyle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/1654782994629272709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/1654782994629272709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/04/susan-boyle.html' title='Susan Boyle'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-5250439337180292614</id><published>2009-04-12T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:57:48.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>It's day 9 of the very long weekend that I talked about in my previous post. It's the last day of that weekend, which means I go back to work tomorrow, which means I'm sailing back to Cebu tonight. I wasn't able to do much of the things that I thought I could do during the long hiatus from work. I didn't read any book, didn't watch much TV or DVDs, didn't buy a digicam, didn't write anything at all, and didn't even surf the net that much. I did watch some TV and surf some, but certainly not as much as I did the previous long hiatus from work back in December. Odd thing was that every night (except for a couple ones), I actually slept one to two hours earlier than I normally do back in Cebu. And I didn't compulsively check my work emails, only quickly went through them once every day (mostly at the end of the day and only if I happen to go online that particular night) unlike the previous long hiatus where I checked my emails everytime I went online. I made an effort to give myself a real break and I believe I achieved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-5250439337180292614?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/5250439337180292614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5250439337180292614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5250439337180292614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Cagayan de Oro, Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>8.3837653 124.5749882</georss:point><georss:box>8.213938800000001 124.34152870000001 8.5535918 124.8084477</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-410089845312319412</id><published>2009-04-04T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:38:34.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>A very long weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SdY54OejALI/AAAAAAAAAt0/H5RCHQMgGIo/s1600-h/HolyWeek09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SdY54OejALI/AAAAAAAAAt0/H5RCHQMgGIo/s320/HolyWeek09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's the Friday before the Holy Week. It's the prelude to a long weekend for the working class. At least to those who managed to sneak a vacation leave on the only two working days next week. Around me there's a prantic almost deliberate sense of doing nothing. In the hearts and minds of the working class, the long weekend is about to start. And we anticipate it like we do Christmas, but to a lesser, more subdued extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a member of the working class do for a weeklong break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I read books? Be transported to a world so different or so similar to my own. Should I watch a lot of TVs? And just sit around and eat and doze off. Should I watch lots of movies? And still sit around and eat and doze off. Should I buy a digicam? And shoot pictures to my heart's content. Should I write a lot (and not just blog posts)? Create a world where I'm in total control of the fate of the characters. Where happy endings are a sentence away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I end up doing, so long as it isn't work. So long as I'm near my parents. So long as I am home. I need this rest and somehow I feel I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't very busy when I started writing this earlier Friday.&amp;nbsp; And then I got busy. Thus, the late post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-410089845312319412?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/410089845312319412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/04/very-long-weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/410089845312319412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/410089845312319412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/04/very-long-weekend.html' title='A very long weekend'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SdY54OejALI/AAAAAAAAAt0/H5RCHQMgGIo/s72-c/HolyWeek09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-7581077486032465762</id><published>2009-03-16T20:00:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:09:13.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Watching Watchmen</title><content type='html'>We were going to the videoke after work one Friday evening. But I got a bit stuck at work and they went ahead. I told them I'll just try to catch up. But I didn't. Those of us who had to work late decided that we could see a movie instead. And so we ate our late dinner and immediately went to the cinema to catch the day's last full show of &lt;b&gt;Watchmen&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also a Friday sometime in 1985 (if I remember correctly), that a comedian was killed in New York. He was a "superhero" in his heyday, though he, just like the rest of his troop except for one, didn't have superpowers. A "superhero" friend of his decided to investigate the murder, wrote the details in his diary, and we got ourselves a story. The heart of the movie was his investigation, though its flesh were the lives of these so-called ordinary superheroes described in details as he went along his investigation. In the end, he found out what happened and suffered the truth's consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth missing a videoke session to see this movie? I love videoke and to me there can never be a movie worth missing a videoke session. But I didn't regret going to it. It was well worth the admission price, the story was intriguing, and it was well-made. But the ending was kind of bleh and had some revelations that made you feel that all aspects of which were hidden from you throughout the movie until right before the movie needed to end. The ending was so disconnected to me. It felt so foreign. Half-the world was blown to pieces, millions probably died, mostly civilians because the targets where city-centers not military installations just so the Russians and the US kiss and make-up. And we're suppose to nod our heads and agree that it was a great idea, that it was ingenious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-7581077486032465762?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/7581077486032465762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/03/watching-watchmen.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7581077486032465762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7581077486032465762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/03/watching-watchmen.html' title='Watching Watchmen'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-2368370790202600311</id><published>2009-03-16T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:25:39.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Perfect snogging</title><content type='html'>Who name their movie, &lt;b&gt;Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging&lt;/b&gt;? Answer. Those who adapt it from the book &lt;i&gt;Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging&lt;/i&gt;. From the writer-director of &lt;i&gt;Bend It Like Beckham&lt;/i&gt; comes a modern English fairy tale involving teenagers and their most serious of problems: mainly hooking up and snogging. It was almost like any other teenage movie off Holywood, except that it had a decidedly English flair. The story was nothing spectacular and, at times, was familiar and predictable. But the beautiful English mixed suburban-country side setting made it fresh. And it's not really a fairy tale. It just felt like it was, with its ending and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this scene in the movie where one of the characters didn't seem to mind being under the rain all the while wearing the school uniform. It reminded me of Night Owl from Watchmen. No umbrellas. Let the rain pour. It's been a while since I last took a walk or played under the rain. There was this one rainy day in elementary (it rained a lot in my home city) where I'd wear a raincoat going to school, but walked all the way home without it. Good time, care-free times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-2368370790202600311?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/2368370790202600311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfect-snogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2368370790202600311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2368370790202600311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfect-snogging.html' title='Perfect snogging'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-3174245454249083568</id><published>2009-02-28T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:38:16.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Dollhouse and Role Models</title><content type='html'>Dollhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new scifi drama series created by Josh Whedon (creator of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer", "Firefly", and "Angel") about an organization called Dollhouse whose main products are so-called "actives", human beings who have no personality and therefore can be imprinted with anything their clients want. In short the "actives" will be anything the client wants them to be. It's an intriguing story, but the second episode seemed like an episode fit for a mid-season run already. Someone's not very confident with the show. That's probably the reason why it's on a Friday, the day of the week with the least number of primetime viewers in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Role Models&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a comedy film starring Sean William Scott and Paul Rudd. The two main characters work in the marketing department of an energy drink. They got into trouble and broke some laws. However, instead of a 30-day stay in jail, they're sent to 150 hours of community service. The community service happens to be the comedy world's answer to Jedi master-apprentice thingy. The two become unwilling mentors to two unwilling child mentees. And of course, half-way through the movie the two unwilling mentees got a change of hearts. They now like their mentors. In the end, the mentors finish their community service and nobody went to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say it's a light comedy, with not too many laugh out loud moments. It's a straight-to-video material and it probably was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-3174245454249083568?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/3174245454249083568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/02/dollhouse-and-role-models.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/3174245454249083568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/3174245454249083568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/02/dollhouse-and-role-models.html' title='Dollhouse and Role Models'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-6604543515867609449</id><published>2009-02-28T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:21:22.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>You changed my life.</title><content type='html'>Another one of those Tagalog movies, with a song title as its title that's remotely connected to the story. So what else is new? But I still went to see it anyway. We were supposed to be doing videoke, but then as the boring Friday at the office went on the consensus, somehow, shifted. And 13 of us from the office ended up watching "You Changed My Life". And I'm the only one in the group who hadn't seen the first one ("A Very Special Love"). These songs are forgettable in themselves and sadly so are the movies that were forced upon them to represent by the Pinoy movie industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read somewhere that the first movie was the top-grossing Pinoy film of 2008, and some say this could be the top-grosser for 2009. Contrast that to the 2008 top-grossers of Hollywood: "The Dark Knight", "Iron Man", "Indiana Jones 4", "Hancock", and "WALL-E". Okay, so maybe the local movie industry can't and shouldn't be compared to Hollywood. That would be comparing a third world country to a developed or highly-industrialized one. But how about those Hollywood romantic comedies that don't require state of the art special effects, stories like "You've Got Mail", "My Best Friend's Wedding", or "Definitely, Maybe"? Or the Korean stories like "Il Mare" or "The Classic"? Take note, I said "stories" instead of "movies". The local industry can't come up with movies like those due to budget constraints. But good stories are independent of budget. Surely these writers watched those American and Korean hits. They're popular here after all. But why do they time after time come up with movies with titles of forgettable songs as movie titles packed with equally forgettable stories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the experience itself was fun. There were 13 of us. And we laughed at several corny lines and scenes, complained about the crappy audio track of the movie, notice a drastic change in the color grade between the first and the second half of the movie, and laughed and frowned at the awkwardness and deceit of the very last scene of this John Lloyd Cruz and Sarah Geronimo vehicle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-6604543515867609449?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/6604543515867609449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-changed-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/6604543515867609449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/6604543515867609449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-changed-my-life.html' title='You changed my life.'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-3529399372413637050</id><published>2009-02-24T09:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:00:00.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Shopaholic Movie</title><content type='html'>First, there was the book, which I haven't read. You see, years ago, I've read about this book on the internet. It was a best seller. Back then I was still working in Cagayan de Oro. And there really was only one bookstore in the city. Of course I didn't find the book when I looked for it. I bought a lot of other books since then and I guess I just forgot about this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was the movie, which for some reason I really haven't heard it was being made. I only learned about it when we went to our company's Movie Night #1 for 2009. We passed by a big standee of a red shopping bag with Isla Fisher printed on it. Directed by PJ Hogan it says. Right then and there it became interesting. The director of &lt;i&gt;Peter Pan (2003)&lt;/i&gt; is returning to chick flicks (he directed 1997's &lt;i&gt;My Best Friend's Wedding&lt;/i&gt;). Produced by Jerry Bruckheimer. Again interesting. For some reason I always thought that his company only produces big, blockbuster films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I invited the only one I know from the office who read and liked the book to watch the movie with me. She, of course, accepted the invitation immediately. She's a fan of the book (actually books because she'd read other titles in the series). So off we went to Ayala Cinema 1 on Thursday after office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was funny and we had lots of laugh watching it. It's not the best romantic comedy by a long shot. That would have to be &lt;i&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;/i&gt;, which starred Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks. Or &lt;i&gt;Definitely, Maybe&lt;/i&gt;, which also starred Isla Fisher. Isla Fisher is very good at comedy. I think she made &lt;i&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/i&gt; work and made it watchable despite the very simple plot that would just drive any serious movie critic mad-crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-3529399372413637050?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/3529399372413637050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/02/shopaholic-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/3529399372413637050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/3529399372413637050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/02/shopaholic-movie.html' title='Shopaholic Movie'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-5535834318270282451</id><published>2009-02-03T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:00:02.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><title type='text'>Just wasn't meant to be</title><content type='html'>I guess it just wasn't Federer's time to match Sampras's grand slam titles record (whatever that number is). I really don't follow tennis. Back in Cagayan where we had cable, I only watched The Wimbledon. So it's not surprising that I root for the Swiss, Roger Federer. I mean, how could you not when you only watch the Wimbledon, and for years he had always won the whole thing before Nadal defeated him last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still three grand slams left for the year (French Open, Wimbledon, and US Open). Three chances to match and then break Sampras's record. I still believe he'd do it this year. Nadal, with the win in Australia, is beginning to look like he has what it takes to win all four grand slams this year. But I think he still has a lot of things to proved before I root for him instead of Federer whenever they meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-5535834318270282451?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/5535834318270282451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-wasnt-meant-to-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5535834318270282451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5535834318270282451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-wasnt-meant-to-be.html' title='Just wasn&apos;t meant to be'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-3903565058565162297</id><published>2009-02-01T15:23:00.045+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:48:40.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie night #1</title><content type='html'>The Company's Movie Night is back with &lt;b&gt;Underworld: Rise of the Lycans&lt;/b&gt;, the pick for January. It's back but for how long I don't know. Somehow in the light of the current state of the economy, in the light of what happened two weeks ago, of saying goodbye to laid-off friends, and the uncertainty of the rest of the calendar year and the next fiscal year, somehow it doesn't matter anymore whether there will be another such movie night in the coming months. The US economy got the colds and every other economy is feeling it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to &lt;i&gt;Underworld: Rise of the Lycans&lt;/i&gt;. I haven't seen the first two movies in the trilogy so I don't know how well its story blended with the stories in the first two movies. As it is, though, its story was easy enough to understand and to follow even without understanding the deeper impact of the events in this movie to the first two movies, this one being a prequel. I had one slight problem with it. The story was very simple and not much was happening with it that I'm not really sure if it should have been made into a movie at all, except perhaps to get a bigger budget than it would have gotten if it were just a tv-movie or a miniseries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-3903565058565162297?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/3903565058565162297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/02/movie-night-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/3903565058565162297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/3903565058565162297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/02/movie-night-1.html' title='Movie night #1'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-1577409361857065624</id><published>2009-01-26T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:09:24.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>First post for 2009</title><content type='html'>In a few days month number one of 2009 draws to a close. And as I expected, I'm back in Cebu and not blogging. Perhaps there's something in Cagayan de Oro that makes me want to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I've seen several movies already (not necessarily released this year): Burn After Reading (2008), City of Ember (2008), Eagle Eye (2008), Millions (2006), Seven Pounds (2008), and Slumdog Millionaire (2008). Here are my thoughts about these movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Burn After Reading&lt;/b&gt; - There were some funny moments, but it was just not my brand of comedy. Most of the time I wasn't laughing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;City of Ember&lt;/b&gt; - It was the company's October movie night pick last year, but unfortunately it opened in Cebu in December that resulted into the cancellation of the movie night for that month. I like sci-fi so maybe this is the reason why I liked this movie. It reminded me of &lt;i&gt;Wall-E&lt;/i&gt;, only this time the people chose to wait it out underground instead of outerspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eagle Eye&lt;/b&gt; - This received many bad reviews, but it's a good thriller actually. The super-duper-computer looked stupid, laughable even, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Millions &lt;/b&gt;- This came from the makers of &lt;i&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/i&gt;. But it was the more feel-good of the two films and involved saints and an overflow of Scottish accents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seven Pounds&lt;/b&gt; - The only thing that this movie had it going was Will Smith. Without him (except if maybe replaced with Tom Hanks, the other most likeable actor) this movie had nothing worth watching. The story was intriguing but the movie itself was boring and slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/b&gt; - This came from the makers of 2006's &lt;i&gt;Millions&lt;/i&gt;. Supposedly what I saw was the real India or at least the real Mumbai (skyscrapers surrounded by slums) and its people's stories distilled into a single story of one &lt;i&gt;Who Wants To Be A Millionaire&lt;/i&gt; contestant. I have the feeling that the same story is true here in the Philippines. This movie pretty much explained why game shows are the number one shows here in the Philippines, and to a lesser extent why poorly-made fantasy series are hits to the masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the current (fourth) season of &lt;b&gt;Prison Break &lt;/b&gt;will be its last. The remaining episodes of the series will be aired in the US, Friday nights starting April 17. Apparently most Americans go to the movies or somewhere other than their homes on Fridays, so the networks dump their soon-to-be-axed shows or those on which they don't have much confidence in that day. Oh well, the big twist this season was pretty much over the top, and somehow it felt like the show was asking for its own death sentence. And Fox gave it that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-1577409361857065624?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/1577409361857065624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post-for-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/1577409361857065624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/1577409361857065624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post-for-2009.html' title='First post for 2009'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-7016453270501193801</id><published>2008-12-31T15:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:54:16.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Favorite TV 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SVsr9XoFQlI/AAAAAAAAAq0/w76h3nfbn_Y/s1600-h/Merlintitlesequence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SVsr9XoFQlI/AAAAAAAAAq0/w76h3nfbn_Y/s320/Merlintitlesequence.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Merlin_%28TV_series%29"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Merlin &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from BBC-1 is my favorite TV series of the year. It's a retelling of the legend of King Arthur (who's still a prince in the series) that focuses on Merlin and his friendship with the once and future king. They are of the same age in this series. Evidences that it's not a big-budget American TV program that looks and feels like a movie&amp;nbsp; (e.g. &lt;i&gt;Prison Break&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;24&lt;/i&gt;) show up in sequences that required complex special effects, but the story itself is very engaging and the reason why I was hooked from the first episode. Its &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Merlin_%28TV_series%29"&gt;Wikipedia page&lt;/a&gt; says that it will be shown in the US by NBC for the Spring 2009 TV season. This series, more so than the good but rather inferior of the two, &lt;i&gt;The Legend of the Seeker&lt;/i&gt;, could potentially usher in the rebirth of the high fantasy genre to television, which if I remember correctly was last brought about by &lt;i&gt;Hercules: The Legendary Journeys&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Xena: The Warrior Princess&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SVsvEu57ODI/AAAAAAAAArE/DnEWnv7rNKs/s1600-h/BigBangTheoryTitleCard.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SVsvEu57ODI/AAAAAAAAArE/DnEWnv7rNKs/s320/BigBangTheoryTitleCard.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0898266/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from CBS is my favorite comedy series of the year. It's a sitcom about two brilliant physicists room mates (Leonard and Sheldon), their two genius friends (Howard and Rajesh), and their hot neighbor (Penny). The writers kept coming up with very funny, highly rewatchable episodes each week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SVst9MtSYqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/QnLcAKyHeLk/s1600-h/Fringe_intertitle.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SVst9MtSYqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/QnLcAKyHeLk/s320/Fringe_intertitle.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1119644/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fringe &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from Fox is my favorite sci-fi TV series of the year. It's about a group of government agents involved in cases that are related to what is collectively called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fringe_science"&gt;"fringe science"&lt;/a&gt;. Only the scientists who know real fringe science will not like this new series from J.J. Abrams, creator of &lt;i&gt;Alias &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Lost&lt;/i&gt;. The rest of us who like science fiction but don't really care whether the science in it is realistic or not will love this show. The special effects in this series are rather good and have a movie-quality feel to them. If only &lt;i&gt;Merlin &lt;/i&gt;have the same budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I still like and still watches &lt;i&gt;Prison Break&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;The Amazing Race&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;House&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;24 &lt;/i&gt;took a hiatus this year, a casualty of the 2007 writers strike. I have a feeling that 24 would have been my favorite of the year had their 2008 season not been cancelled. But then again, tomorrow will already be January and it means the new season of &lt;i&gt;24 &lt;/i&gt;from Fox is just around the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-7016453270501193801?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/7016453270501193801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/favorite-tv-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7016453270501193801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7016453270501193801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/favorite-tv-2008.html' title='Favorite TV 2008'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SVsr9XoFQlI/AAAAAAAAAq0/w76h3nfbn_Y/s72-c/Merlintitlesequence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-297183410998145178</id><published>2008-12-25T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T17:00:01.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='as/400'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>AS/400 is all that</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;System iNEWS&lt;/i&gt; magazine recently published the&lt;i&gt; "Top 10 IT Problems We Don't Have with IBM i"&lt;/i&gt;. I don't want to paste the whole thing here and I don't want to put the link because it needs a subscription and people who don't know &lt;i&gt;IBM i&lt;/i&gt; really shouldn't bother subscribing. So I'll just mention two somewhat-related items on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Unplanned Downtime&lt;br /&gt;#7 Rebooting as a "Solution"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For four years, I worked for a company that ran &lt;i&gt;AS/400&lt;/i&gt; (a.k.a. &lt;i&gt;iSeries &lt;/i&gt;a.k.a &lt;i&gt;System i&lt;/i&gt;) along side another system, which I won't mention. And it got the reputation of the most "non-problematic" system. I mean the box itself was a dwarf compared to the racks and racks of servers needed to run the other system, and yet it's very stable. And it's not stable because it's rarely used. In fact, it's used 24 hours a day, 6 days a week, and up 24/7. The other system had, in total, more users than the AS/400, but in context, the lone AS/400 (with just one CPU) handled more users per CPU compared to the other system. The only time that I could remember it was taken down was because of a problem with the power supply of the data center where it was located and then for system upgrade. In the same span, the other system was taken down unplanned several times because of, among other things, problem with the database (several times), and problem with something that I didn't entirely understand (it refused to let anyone sign in). Of course all these are just based on observation, as a developer for both systems. Just anecdotes and aren't scientific. I didn't really know the root causes of what happened. The AS/400 just appeared stable. It wasn't even part of the yearly planned downtime (during long Holy Week weekend of the year) per se because for some reason it wasn't needed, though it's still affected because the network itself was taken down for maintenance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-297183410998145178?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/297183410998145178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/as400-is-all-that.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/297183410998145178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/297183410998145178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/as400-is-all-that.html' title='AS/400 is all that'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-8752613576690105379</id><published>2008-12-25T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T16:13:35.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Favorite book 2008</title><content type='html'>My favorite read of the year is a book first published over three years ago. It's &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/i&gt;. I reread it last month and say what you want about how JK Rowling writes, all I know is that she writes very engaging books that are hard to put down until you read the last page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second favorite read of the year is a book first published in 1990. It's &lt;i&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/i&gt; by Michael Crichton. His fiction may not have won awards, but I have yet to read a boring Crichton book. Come to think of it, most of the time, those award-winning books are the boring ones. I'm looking forward to reading his final book, which will be published sometime next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And yes, it's Christmas. Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-8752613576690105379?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/8752613576690105379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/favorite-book-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/8752613576690105379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/8752613576690105379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/favorite-book-2008.html' title='Favorite book 2008'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-5606151075041676250</id><published>2008-12-24T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:00:05.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>Day before Christmas</title><content type='html'>Last year, I didn't go home for Christmas. And since all the people that I know went home for Christmas I was left to fend for myself. But it wasn't really as dramatic as "fend for myself" made it sound. I spent the whole day in SM Cebu. And I discovered that perhaps people make their last-minute shopping two days before Christmas. SM Cebu on December 24, 2007 was the emptiest I found the mall that year. There were still many people, of course, but compared to the usual day it was by far "emptier". There wasn't even a line when I took my lunch in Chowking at around 12:00 noon. At the same time any other day and I would have been at least tenth in line with four lines total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home that day I bought season 3 of &lt;b&gt;House &lt;/b&gt;so that I had something to be busy with in the hours leading to Christmas and on Christmas day itself because the malls were closed for the holiday. Luckily, the 3rd season had a twist in that House fired all his staff and conducted a reality-tv-like contest to search for his new staff. It was an interesting season and kept the series fresh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-5606151075041676250?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/5606151075041676250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-before-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5606151075041676250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5606151075041676250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-before-christmas.html' title='Day before Christmas'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-5538212163196656160</id><published>2008-12-22T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:11:55.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Favorite movie 2008</title><content type='html'>December is drawing to a close and with it the year. I don't think I'll be seeing another movie in the theaters for the rest of the year, so I think it's safe to pick my favorite among the movies that I have seen in theaters this year. I've seen most big movies for free courtesy of The Company's "movie night" before the budget for community activities were cut: &lt;i&gt;I Am Legend&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Vantage Point&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Iron Man&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Indiana Jones IV&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;/i&gt;. It's easy to see how it's been cut, of course. Notice that all of these movies came out in the first half of 2008 with the exception of the last one, which came out in November. In the second half of 2008 the economic crisis in the US began to loom upon us like the heavy dark clouds before a storm. If the budget wasn't cut I would have seen 12 movies (one for each month) for free by now and I would have seen my favorite movie of 2008 for free. As it was, I had to pay for it to see it and seen it with only two co-workers instead of 99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-stories-for-first-time-vs-wall-e.html"&gt;WALL-E&lt;/a&gt;. I have no doubt that this would have been picked had there been a "movie night" for August. I like "nice" sci-fi movies. By nice I mean something that isn't highly stylized (e.g. making the whole thing grayscale, or the opposite making it burst with too bright colors) and something that doesn't strive to be something more than what it can actually deliver. WALL-E was the "nicest" scifi movie that I've seen this year. It's a Pixar animated flick and, like its predecessors, it's worth the ticket price to see it in theaters. If WALL-E wasn't shown this year, &lt;a href="http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/07/theater-report-dark-knight.html"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/a&gt; would have been my top favorite movie. And there's also no doubt in my mind that it would have been picked for July if the movie night budget wasn't cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen only 3 &lt;b&gt;Filipino movies&lt;/b&gt; in theaters this year: &lt;i&gt;Ploning&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;For the First Time&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;I.T.A.L.Y.&lt;/i&gt;. And among them, only Ploning was worth the ticket price. Even the co-workers that "forced" me to watch FTFT and ITALY with them weren't happy with these movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tropic Thunder&lt;/i&gt; was the &lt;b&gt;funniest movie&lt;/b&gt; that I've seen in theaters this year. It was funny in a &lt;i&gt;silly &lt;/i&gt;kind of way. And we paid only 90 pesos for each ticket because we saw this in SM instead of the usual Ayala Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest one in the &lt;i&gt;most-fun&lt;/i&gt; kind of way had got to be &lt;i&gt;Bolt &lt;/i&gt;from Disney. We had plenty of laughter and the story wasn't bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, I'm looking forward to watching &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-5538212163196656160?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/5538212163196656160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/favorite-movie-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5538212163196656160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5538212163196656160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/favorite-movie-2008.html' title='Favorite movie 2008'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-7651934369340062706</id><published>2008-12-21T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:46:37.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Break and rebuild</title><content type='html'>Smooth, smooth, slow, smooth, smooth, slow, slow, smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the &lt;b&gt;flow of traffic&lt;/b&gt; from our home to downtown Cagayan de Oro. Or at least that's the flow during rush hours. The last time I was here, third week of November, they were not yet there. And yet here they are just weeks later. Roads. Underconstruction. What's interesting is that I didn't notice any problem with the roads they are reconstructing now. But then again I'm just a commuter so what do I know about roads and such? But why December? It's the month when most Kagay-anons working and studying outside the city comes back home for the Christmas break. Perhaps to give us the illusion of progress? Or maybe to treat our eyes to something different than we were last here? So that we may go ahead and nod our heads and think, "Ahh... Something's changed." Whatever the reason, these roads will certainly be smoother after they are done, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the &lt;b&gt;fifth day&lt;/b&gt; of my long vacation and Christmas is a mere four sleeps away, and I still haven't started reading any of the books that I planned to read for this long vacation. Somehow I found places to go to and things to do besides reading books. I'm still determined to finish them before I go back to Cebu, but even if I won't finish them I'd still be able to read them the next time I return. But hey, it's a long vacation, and really this is &lt;b&gt;just &lt;/b&gt;the fifth day. There'll be plenty of idle times ahead and when they do come I'll be ready, book in hand, pillow on my back, and nothing around me but the cool, drowsy silence of our village in idle times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-7651934369340062706?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/7651934369340062706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/break-and-rebuild.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7651934369340062706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7651934369340062706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/break-and-rebuild.html' title='Break and rebuild'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-4669621697733349691</id><published>2008-12-20T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:47:14.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>Aside from books</title><content type='html'>My former college classmate, let's just call him RonMyks for privacy reasons, reportedly took a day off work so that he could finish his &lt;b&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/b&gt; season one marathon. The series must be that good. Besides, I've read good things about the series before. So last Thursday after checking out what changed and what did not change around the city, I bought the season one DVD. I watched the first three episodes last night and I thought it was written well. Can't wait to watch the rest of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought &lt;b&gt;The Unit &lt;/b&gt;season one and watched the first two episodes yesterday afternoon. Well, it wasn't bad. But I thought it wanted to be something more than what its budget was capable of and its writers were capable of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acoustic guitar that my parents bought me when I was 14 for my high school music class is still alive. I thought it was given away a long time ago. I never really got the hang of learning guitar back in high school. But maybe in this long vacation, when I don't want to read books or watch DVDs anymore, I could take time to learn how to play the guitar again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-4669621697733349691?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/4669621697733349691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/aside-from-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/4669621697733349691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/4669621697733349691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/aside-from-books.html' title='Aside from books'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-173693057080639258</id><published>2008-12-16T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:21:54.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>Packed and ready to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SUaRlqrd-pI/AAAAAAAAAqo/-GGphIUV7C4/s1600-h/GoingHome.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SUaRlqrd-pI/AAAAAAAAAqo/-GGphIUV7C4/s320/GoingHome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just finished packing the stuff that I will take home to Cagayan de Oro. Majority of them are actually books that I won't be taking back to Cebu. My luggage will be about 60% lighter in my return trip. Once home, I plan to take advantage of the Christmas sales to buy a new pair of sneakers that I'll also leave home in Cagayan de Oro. I'll be taking steps that will help me travel light in my future trips home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-173693057080639258?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/173693057080639258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/packed-and-ready-to-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/173693057080639258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/173693057080639258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/packed-and-ready-to-go.html' title='Packed and ready to go'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SUaRlqrd-pI/AAAAAAAAAqo/-GGphIUV7C4/s72-c/GoingHome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-3276512812038622827</id><published>2008-12-14T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:07:51.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Keeping busy while on vacation for a month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SUP4_0uXIjI/AAAAAAAAAqg/fQSYcryOIRE/s1600-h/LongVacation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SUP4_0uXIjI/AAAAAAAAAqg/fQSYcryOIRE/s320/LongVacation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Among other things in this abnormally long Christmas break I plan to read the following &lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/catalog/carlmans"&gt;books&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ana's Story: A Journey of Hope&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;b&gt;Jenna Bush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this one during our batchmates (Rocky's Batch) Christmas party. It's a story about someone infected with HIV at birth. A "wrenching story" according to a review I found in Amazon.com. There's nothing I love more than a wrenching story to read in between fantasy books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Graveyard Book&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;b&gt;Neil Gaiman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of fantasy books, this is one of them. It's about a boy raised in a graveyard by ghosts. Holly Black (co-creator of &lt;i&gt;The Spiderwick Chronicles&lt;/i&gt;) promised that I would "love it to death". Ahh, there's no better book to read than the one that I should love till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Legacy of Ashes: The History of the CIA&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;b&gt;Tim Weiner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the title says, it's about the history of the CIA. Almost a year ago, I read a review saying that this is a very interesting book about the agency. I found the hardcover edition while in Manila last February, but the book was very thick, and heavy, and expensive that I thought I'd wait for the paperback and hoped that National Bookstore (in Cebu) would carry the title. The paperback edition came. But apparently not in Cebu (NBS and Powerbooks). Thank God for &lt;i&gt;Fully Booked&lt;/i&gt; (recently opened in Ayala Center Cebu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Dangerous Days of Daniel X&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;b&gt;James Patterson &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Michael Ledwidge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story about someone "born with the world's greatest power--- the power to create." This power made him a target. According to Kirkus Reviews, it will leave readers "breathless". Ahh, yes, a book that would take my breath away. This should be a perfect companion to Gaiman's book that, if I were to believe Holly Black, I should love to the death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writing Magic&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;b&gt;Gail Carson Levine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the publisher, it's for "ages 8 up", so I'm definitely one of the intended audience. It's written by somebody who actually wrote novels, so I just can't resist buying it. You see, I still have this dream of writing a novel someday, a dream getting tinier each day, but still alive, nonetheless. Gail wrote &lt;i&gt;Ella Enchanted&lt;/i&gt;, which according to Orson Scott Card was in many ways superior to the movie version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-3276512812038622827?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.librarything.com/catalog/carlmans' title='Keeping busy while on vacation for a month'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/3276512812038622827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/keeping-busy-while-on-vacation-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/3276512812038622827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/3276512812038622827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/keeping-busy-while-on-vacation-for.html' title='Keeping busy while on vacation for a month'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJYxWvazJ58/SUP4_0uXIjI/AAAAAAAAAqg/fQSYcryOIRE/s72-c/LongVacation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-6657391305211605658</id><published>2008-12-13T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:02:37.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>The irony</title><content type='html'>The irony. When I'm in a project, sometimes I get very busy that it's very tiring and I long for the days that I'll be in bench again. But when I'm in bench for a long time, it's boring and I long for the days when I'll be in project again. They say I should enjoy the time I have in bench. Well, I enjoyed it, of course, but I can only enjoy it for so long until it becomes too boring. I feel like rust is starting to form in my brain. On top of that, we were "encouraged" to take a very long leave of absence, effectively about a month's worth of absence starting Monday, December 15. Paid, yeah, but I want to save some VL credits for the Holy Week next year. But hey, the Holy Week will still be a very long weekend no matter what. There, the silver lining in this irony of a life in an outsourcing firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Day the Earth Stood Still&lt;/b&gt;. In the words of one of my co-workers that watched the movie with me, "Mao ra to?" ("Is that all?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bolt&lt;/b&gt;. We enjoyed this movie a lot. With the merging of Disney and Pixar, Disney's back with producing quality films. The last time I enjoyed a Disney animated movie was when they released &lt;b&gt;Mulan&lt;/b&gt;. And that's a long time ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-6657391305211605658?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/6657391305211605658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/irony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/6657391305211605658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/6657391305211605658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/irony.html' title='The irony'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-5588561288777848346</id><published>2008-12-01T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:00:36.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Michael Crichton's Jurassic Park</title><content type='html'>It was after my first week in my freshman year in high school. For five days I had gone to the city by myself to attend school. I lived some 16 kilometers away from the city and for the most part I was confined to our barangay (village) since I had been attending a local school. But high school was different. I got a scholarship from a school downtown. A few classmates from elementary school and I decided we should celebrate our first week of going to school in the city by watching a movie. So we went to the city, to Lim Ket Kai center, which was new back then, to see a movie. We went to see &lt;b&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed it a lot. Residing as I did that far from the city, with parents who were never into movies, I rarely went to the cinemas. &lt;i&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/i&gt; was the first movie with awesome special effects I saw in a theater. I was blown away by the special effects. It was as though dinosaurs, extinct for millions of years, were back and roamed along side humans. Afterward, we agreed to watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only later that I learned it was based on a novel by Michael Crichton. I borrowed a book, "Congo", from a classmate in second year high school, and though published much earlier, the recently released paper back listed "Jurassic Park" as one of Crichton's novels. I've put off reading the book for a while. I went on to read the author's "Airframe", "Timeline", "Andromeda Strain", and most recently "Next". And then weeks ago, came the news that Michael Crichton died. I thought it's time to read "Jurassic Park". And so I looked for my copy, which started to gather dusts, and started reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good as always. I've yet to read a Crichton novel that bored me. I don't want to say that the book is better than the movie. I'd say that it was as enjoyable as the movie was. The book certainly digged deeper into the characters as only a book could do, but just the same I wouldn't prefer it over the movie that I enjoyed so much, that my friends and I enjoyed so much one Saturday afternoon, after our first five days of going to the city by ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-5588561288777848346?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/5588561288777848346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/michael-crichtons-jurassic-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5588561288777848346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5588561288777848346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/12/michael-crichtons-jurassic-park.html' title='Michael Crichton&apos;s Jurassic Park'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-168131976060736690</id><published>2008-11-28T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:05:21.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>That other vampire movie</title><content type='html'>If you want a more compelling love story between a vampire and a human, you'd want to see &lt;b&gt;Let the Right One In&lt;/b&gt;. The vampire is the girl and the human is the boy. They're both 12 years old. You get to see the vampire be like a vampire and the human be more like a human. It's a love story within a horror story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give the writers credit for convincing me to care for the vampire that, unlike in &lt;b&gt;Twilight&lt;/b&gt;, actually did vampire stuff (like killing an innocent stranger for blood). Hey, it's not everyday that I sympathize with vampires. When I was eight, there was this certain time when I and my friends wore red arm bands as protection from vampires rumored to be roaming around preying on children. On hindsight, it was very naive of us to believe that a piece of cloth of a particular color would protect us from the bloodsucking creatures of the night, but the most interesting thing was that it was our parents who actually made us do it. It was as if all the parents in our neighborhood unanimously agreed that vampires did exist, infiltrated our peaceful village, and the red arm band would spare us. It was a very rural thing. And it was my childhood. And here I am, actually caring for this bloodsucking vampire in a way that &lt;i&gt;Twilight &lt;/i&gt;never made me, however tame the vampires in there were compared to this one in &lt;i&gt;Let the Right One In&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go see it if you get the chance. It's a Swedish film based on a Swedish novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of writers who made me care for characters whom I normally wouldn't, I can say the same thing for the writers of the &lt;b&gt;Prison Break&lt;/b&gt; TV series that is now in its fourth season. It takes time for a US series to come here in the Philippines. At first, I mainly only heard about this series in its pilot premier. I heard about it from the &lt;i&gt;Fox News Channel&lt;/i&gt;. They were predicting it to be a hit and I thought I'd never watch the series if it ever came here in the Philippines. When I was young and whenever we heard news about a local prison break, our neighborhood would become alert all of a sudden and our parents would barely let us out especially if the escapees included murderers. I'd imagine, if that breakout from the first season of this popular TV series happened in our city, my parents would never let me out the house and play with my friends until all of them are aprehended or killed. And here I am, many years later, actually sympathizing with the escape convicts from the series. The writers should get an award for each season the series is on air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-168131976060736690?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1139797/' title='That other vampire movie'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/168131976060736690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/11/that-other-vampire-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/168131976060736690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/168131976060736690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/11/that-other-vampire-movie.html' title='That other vampire movie'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-2392335611464898691</id><published>2008-11-27T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:18:12.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>The best thing about this movie is that I got to see it for free because of our company's monthly movie night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was boring. I mean not "I'm sleepy" boring, I never felt sleepy while watching it, but that there's not much anything going on for probably the first half of the movie. At the end there was this action sequence that I thought was too tame for a vampire movie. So I guess this is truly a movie about love more than it is a vampire movie. It's a love story. But with vampires. It's okay, but did it really have to be boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is the Philippines so usually when there's a buzz about an upcoming movie based on a book, that book shoots up the Philippine best seller list. It shoots up in popularity. A number of my co-workers devoured book after book in the series. I thought I'd read the book after the movie, in case I liked the movie and want to find out more about it. But the cheezy quotes from the book that were being used by my friends as their "status messages" in their messenger accounts made me think I really shouldn't bother. Well, now, I've seen this movie and I'm not going to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, when the first Harry Potter movie made the book popular in the Philippines I didn't rush to buy the novel. I only bought the books after seeing the second movie. I thought there was more to the story than what the movie conveyed. Does this mean that the second movie in this franchise will make me read the books? Potentially, yes, but if the status messages of my IM buddies are any indication, most probably not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-2392335611464898691?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1099212/' title='Twilight'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/2392335611464898691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2392335611464898691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2392335611464898691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-2551328753117933001</id><published>2008-11-05T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:02:33.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Revisiting the half-blood Prince</title><content type='html'>I've just finished rereading &lt;b&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/b&gt;, the 6th book of the Harry Potter series. This would just be my 2nd reading of book 6, the first one being back in 2005, when the book was first released. Unlike the first time that I read it, this time around I wasn't in such a hurry to finish, my rereading was spread in three days. And I realized that I'm appreciating the events in the book much more than when I first read it. I guess fictional books are designed to be read recreationally and never in a hurry. I appreciate the characters more, as well as the events. The death of Dumbledore, for example, resonated on me stronger than when I first read it. Now I want to continue with a rereading of book 7, but unfortunately I'm in Cagayan de Oro right now and my copy is in Cebu. I don't want to wait to return to Cebu to reread the book because then I'll be busy with work. I want to reread it now while I'm on vacation. So I downloaded a PDF of book 7. I'd much rather read the ink-on-paper book, but this will have to do for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-2551328753117933001?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/2551328753117933001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/11/revisiting-half-blood-prince.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2551328753117933001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2551328753117933001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/11/revisiting-half-blood-prince.html' title='Revisiting the half-blood Prince'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-101207991286050872</id><published>2008-10-30T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:57:15.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>Oh, gladness</title><content type='html'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Everywhere. Almost everywhere. Christmas songs are playing. Decorations are up and they're no more prominent than when I go home at night. Christmas is here and there's nothing you can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I had to spend Christmas away from home. It was my first year to work in a city far from my home. It's an island away in fact. And it became my first time to spend Christmas away from home. December 26th wasn't declared a special holiday and I didn't want to travel Christmas night to go to work the next day. And so I decided not to go home for Christmas, opting to go home for the New Year Holiday instead. But Christmas isn't really just one day, so if I think about it I did go home for Christmas, it's just not on the 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will be different. I have a timely rolloff from a project and I'm now entitled to paid vacation. And I will be taking it in the last two weeks of December. This year, I will truly be going home for Christmas. And I'm so happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-101207991286050872?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/101207991286050872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-gladness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/101207991286050872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/101207991286050872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-gladness.html' title='Oh, gladness'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-5485655078128462224</id><published>2008-10-19T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:35:17.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>210th</title><content type='html'>This would be my 210th post and I can't come up with a real title so I'll just call this 210th. I should have been way over 300 posts already. I don't know why I'm not blogging as regularly as before. Kind of ironic, considering that I now have a personal Internet subscription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine Europa 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, I, along with friends from the office, went to see Cine Europa 2008 at the Ayala Center. We were mostly interested with the French movie, &lt;i&gt;Les Chansons d'Amour&lt;/i&gt; (Love Songs), because most of us took up French 101 a year ago. Unfortunately for us, instead of the original schedule of 7:00PM, it was shown at the very beginning of the festival, 10:00 AM, which made it impossible for us to see it with us needing to work and all. And in its original timeslot was &lt;i&gt;Beauty in Trouble&lt;/i&gt;, which we didn't really like. The next day, Saturday, I played badminton first, so I got to join my movie-watching friends only for &lt;i&gt;Mozart in China&lt;/i&gt;, which was okay but not great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Australian Film Festival &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, we went to see the 6th Australian Film Festival also at the Ayala Center. On Thursday we saw the opening movie, &lt;i&gt;Romulus, My Father&lt;/i&gt;, which was kind of boring to watch. We stuck around for the second movie, &lt;i&gt;Ten Canoes&lt;/i&gt;, which was not as boring as &lt;i&gt;Romulus, My Father&lt;/i&gt;, but boring still. On Friday we went to &lt;i&gt;Razzle Dazzle&lt;/i&gt;, a mockumentary, which was fun. We had to go back work so we didn't stick around for a second movie. On Saturday, the last day of the festival, I played badminton first so I just joined my friends from the office for their second movie, &lt;i&gt;Home Song Stories&lt;/i&gt;, which was frustrating because half of the movie's dialogue was in Chinese or whatever is the right name for their language, but there was no English subtitles. So half the time, we didn't know what the heck the characters were saying and sometimes shouting at each other. Overall, the three-day film fest was a disaster, I thought. Except for the opening movie with invited guests, each time we went to see one there were probably no more than 50 other people in the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City of Ember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company's Movie Night pick for October was &lt;i&gt;City of Ember&lt;/i&gt;. But since the movie won't open in Cebu until November, the movie night was altogether cancelled for October. The alternative pick was &lt;i&gt;High School Musical 3&lt;/i&gt;, but for some reason it was supposedly unpopular to the majority in the office. Well, if they've only seen HSM 2, then I can't blame them. That really was just a sorry excuse for a sequel and was just a way to keep the buzz while HSM 3 was being produced. But I thought the first HSM was superbly written with the songs quite inventive for a made-for-tv movie. I have seen a fair share of made-for-tv movies in Disney Channel, and often times I don't finish them because, well, they're just not that watchable. But the original HSM was a cut above the rest, as far as made-for-tv movie is concerned. Having said that, I have doubts about HSM 3 myself. After all, when's the last good Disney sequel (often times straight-to-video)? You have to go back to 1999 when Toy Story 2 came out and it wasn't even truly Disney's, it was Pixar's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThinkPad T60p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-5485655078128462224?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/5485655078128462224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/10/210th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5485655078128462224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5485655078128462224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/10/210th.html' title='210th'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-2545660564417710887</id><published>2008-09-07T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:47:16.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Buy a vowel</title><content type='html'>In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wheel of Fortune&lt;/span&gt;, contestants would buy vowels with the money they earned guessing correct consonants. How great would it be if, with the hours I spent at work, I could buy time to finish the novel, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/work/3067/details/35613845"&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Audrey Niffenegger&lt;/span&gt;. So far I'm on page 29, and I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this book till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even plan to buy this book though I've seen it displayed in National Bookstore for quite some time now. But the thing is, a friend from the office borrowed and lost my copy of Shannon Hale's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Princess Academy&lt;/span&gt; all on the same day. She had a fight with a close friend, stormed out of the office, and promptly lost my book. So in exchange, she bought me this. Well, technically I bought this myself because I was with her when she bought it and it's a replacement of the book she lost. There was no longer a copy of Hale's book, so we tried to find something else. So I picked this instead based solely on what was written on the back cover (I couldn't read the first few pages of the book because it was, like almost every other fiction books in the store, tightly covered in plastic&amp;nbsp;acetate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back cover says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This is the extraordinary love story of Clare and Henry who met when Clare was six and Henry was thirty-six, and were married when Clare was twenty-two and Henry thirty. Impossible but true, because Henry suffers from a rare&amp;nbsp;condition&amp;nbsp;where his genetic clock periodically resets and he finds himself pulled suddenly into his past or future. In the face of this force they can neither prevent nor control, Henry and Clare's&amp;nbsp;struggle&amp;nbsp;to lead normal lives is both&amp;nbsp;intensely&amp;nbsp;moving and&amp;nbsp;entirely&amp;nbsp;unforgettable.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went like, "It has hints of science fiction and love story. We're buying this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About the lost book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the Harry Potter series so much that when Orson Scott Card described Hale's book as something that could make JK Rowling's Hogwarts looked like a caricature of a school I just have to find out for myself what he was talking about. I've read three books of Shannon Hale since reading Card's review and I have to say he's right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hale has a talent for bringing real, breathing communities on the pages of her books. In &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Academy &lt;/span&gt;she brought a school to life. But it was in her other book, her first one, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Goose Girl&lt;/span&gt;, that one can truly see how good she is in creating real, believable communities. I think that's her niche. In &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Book of a Thousand Days&lt;/span&gt;, she experimented with working almost exclusively with two characters. It's okay, but I didn't like it as much as her books that involved a lot of characters in a community. Her books aren't for everybody, of course. She mainly writes fantasy books and they don't categorized it that way for no reason. Bookstores usually lump this category with "sci-fi", thus making a "sci-fi and fantasy" section and they're probably right. Replace the technology elements in a sci-fi book with magic and you have yourself a fantasy book. But those rebellious few who could read sci-fi but not fantasy probably would not like her books, or at least her fantasy books (I've read she also writes general fiction and graphic novels, with her husband illustrating, though I can't find any of her other works in any bookstores around where I live).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-2545660564417710887?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/2545660564417710887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/09/buy-vowel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2545660564417710887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2545660564417710887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/09/buy-vowel.html' title='Buy a vowel'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-363491790783020137</id><published>2008-09-03T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:16:53.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>Chromed</title><content type='html'>I'm using Google Chrome right now to write this entry. It's a nice web browser and kinda fast. I've not yet used it intensively, of course, so as of the moment I can't say whether I really like it or not. I guess the thing that would stop me from switching completely from Firefox are the fact that there's no portable version yet (I tried to install it earlier at my workstation at the office, but the online installer had issues with the fact that I'm sitting behind a proxy) and no equivalent AdBlock Plus extension that I really like. I have been so used to seeing no ads on web pages that I took for granted that it was the AdBlock Plus FF extension that is making it happen. Ads appearing again in Chrome are a bit&amp;nbsp;off putting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-363491790783020137?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.google.com/chrome/' title='Chromed'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/363491790783020137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/09/chromed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/363491790783020137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/363491790783020137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/09/chromed.html' title='Chromed'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-8617947811738967763</id><published>2008-09-03T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T02:00:56.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>Google Chrome</title><content type='html'>Earl sends an email containing a &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/googlebooks/chrome/"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;to a comic book about Google Chrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl reads the email, clicks the link, read the whole comic book. Carl is hyped. He goes to www.google.com/chrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not found. Error 404.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl wants to be hyped some more. He goes to news.google.com and types "google chrome" in the search field. He reads a few articles and finds out nothing new that wasn't covered by the comic book. He checks the Google Chrome website again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not found. Error 404.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl goes to draft.blogger.com. Clicks "new post". Blogs about the whole thing. Before posting, checks the Chrome website again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not found. Error 404.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl goes back to Blogger. Sleepy. Post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-8617947811738967763?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.google.com/googlebooks/chrome/' title='Google Chrome'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/8617947811738967763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/09/google-chrome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/8617947811738967763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/8617947811738967763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/09/google-chrome.html' title='Google Chrome'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-7765902635746117005</id><published>2008-09-02T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:00:01.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>Eraserheads</title><content type='html'>I was eating dinner with two friends from the office at a local fastfood (hehe... "karenderya"). TV Patrol World was on and we caught news regarding the abrupt, almost tragic end to the Eraserheads reunion concert last Saturday, August 30. Ely Buendia, vocalist, reportedly collapsed backstage as the band was preparing for their second set. No details whether Ely lost consciousness. He was rushed to a nearby hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were in Manila at that time, I'd be in the concert. I remember there was no bigger Filipino band around 1994, 1995. There will probably those who'd disagree, but seriously, song for song, hit for hit, there is yet to be a bigger local band than the Eraserheads. Their only album that I own was "Cutterpillow" (1995). It was a cassette tape. I was a scholar in high school and what little allowance I had at the time I saved for stuffs other than cassettes that were, quite frankly, luxuries for me. But I still saved money and I bought the tape. I was happy I did. I'd play it over and over at home. And I even brought it with me to school. The jeepney ride from school to home was around 30 minutes (from home to school I'd ride the DM bus for free) depending on the number of stops it had to make along the way. I'd ask the drivers if they could play the tape. They would. More than one time, I'd be in a jeep and my fellow passengers (mostly students) would sing along or at least mouth the words to the Cutterpillow hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;While eating and upon hearing the news.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Remember how popular they were back then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend 1:&lt;/b&gt; Hmm... don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend 2: &lt;/b&gt;Believe him. It was during his time. He's that old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Shrugs)&lt;/i&gt; There's nothing more popular than them. I'm glad I was old enough to enjoy their heyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://jessicarulestheuniverse.com/2008/08/31/eraserheads-delirium-and-anticlimax/"&gt;Jessica Zafra&lt;/a&gt;, these were the fourteen songs they played before the reunion was cut short: 1. Alapaap 2. Ligaya 3. Sembreak 4. Hey Jay 5. Harana 6. Fruitcake 7. Toyang 8. Kama Supra 9. Kailan 10. Wag Kang Matakot 11. Kaliwete 12. With A Smile 13. Shake Yer Head 14. Huwag Mo Nang Itanong Sa Akin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-7765902635746117005?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/7765902635746117005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/09/eraserheads.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7765902635746117005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7765902635746117005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/09/eraserheads.html' title='Eraserheads'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-200288781989383989</id><published>2008-08-30T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:36:44.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Love stories: For the First Time vs. WALL-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1265971/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For the First Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I went to see a Tagalog movie in a theater was to see &lt;b&gt;Ploning&lt;/b&gt;. I was disappointed with that movie mainly because I expected so much more than what it delivered. But after watching &lt;b&gt;For the First Time&lt;/b&gt; (FTFT) last night with two friends from the office I began to appreciate the effort that the Ploning filmmakers exerted to upgrade the level of Philippine cinema. FTFT was nothing but an excuse to bring together KC Concepcion and Richard Gutierrez to the big screen and with them their fans (which I don't have any idea as to how many because even in my home city of Cagayan de Oro where we have a TV set, I don't follow Philippine showbiz). The story was unbelievable. Their love story was improbable. The dialog, especially when delivered by Richard, was both unbelievable and hideous. Worse is the admission was actually 10 pesos higher than the one I paid to see WALL-E, and 20 pesos more than to see Ploning. Even worse was that the 9:25 PM screening that we attended was just a few souls away from selling out at the time we arrived to buy our tickets. What's happening with the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0910970/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WALL-E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see &lt;b&gt;WALL-E&lt;/b&gt; on August 18 along with two friends from the office. Pixar delivered yet again in both the quality story and quality animation arenas. Could Pixar be the perfect studio that can't deliver any bad movie? Even the short film that traditionally precedes each Pixar feature was great just like the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth is so full of trash that the people had to leave the planet in a cruise spaceship Axiom while the planet was being cleaned up by the WALL-E (Waste Allocator Load Lifter - Earth Class) robots. 700 years later, Earth is still laden with garbage and there is only one WALL-E left. It leads a lonely life until a robot probe (EVE) is deployed to check the planet for any sign of life. This is co-written and directed by Andrew Stanton who made Finding Nemo (which is my favorite Pixar film). The theme song performed by Peter Gabriel is a bit strange on its own, but it fitted very well with the movie's beautiful end credit sequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FTFT vs. WALL-E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic, but it is more believable that two robots could actually fall in love in WALL-E than for Seth and Sophia in FTFT. The love story in WALL-E was more developed and felt real. The one in FTFT was contrived and improbable. Granted the two films differed in budget (although I don't think that the budget was the reason why FTFT sucked, it's more because its script was terrible), comparing FTFT to the last Tagalog movie I saw before it, Ploning was in many ways a hundred times better than FTFT. Compared to it, FTFT looked like a made-for-TV movie and even then it would still stink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-200288781989383989?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/200288781989383989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-stories-for-first-time-vs-wall-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/200288781989383989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/200288781989383989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-stories-for-first-time-vs-wall-e.html' title='Love stories: For the First Time vs. WALL-E'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-6215350790352047702</id><published>2008-08-25T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:41:11.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>On the seas</title><content type='html'>It's over an hour since our ship left the port of Cagayan de Oro bound for Cebu. Out of curiosity I powered up my laptop and tried to see if I could get a Weroam signal in (somewhat) the middle of the sea. There is a signal, but only a GPRS one which is the slowest (dialup) among the possible signal available on Weroam. Nice. Not great, but nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little sad of leaving Cagayan de Oro again. This is what I don't like in going home. I have to leave it again. And I feel sad every time. It's not a cliche. There's no place like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the planned white water rafting activity this November and the Camiguin trip this December with college friends. I hope both plans push through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-6215350790352047702?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/6215350790352047702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-seas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/6215350790352047702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/6215350790352047702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-seas.html' title='On the seas'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-5473219365939224594</id><published>2008-08-09T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:00:53.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Lions and cakes</title><content type='html'>To the lady with the most playful of names,&lt;br /&gt;Whose name's the most beautiful sound&lt;br /&gt;Jake has ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROQUITA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the woman with the most infectious of laughters,&lt;br /&gt;Whose smile's the most sincere one&lt;br /&gt;Jake has ever glimpsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EKIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the señorita who eats lions for breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;Whose toughness is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;Jake will ever fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOÑA RUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the girl who craves cakes for desserts,&lt;br /&gt;Whose sweetness the most ironic anomaly&lt;br /&gt;Jake has ever encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lions and Cakes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a birthday poem in lieu of a message I wrote for an office mate's birthday. Every time somebody celebrates a birthday, one of my office mates would collect messages and create a powerpoint presentation to be sent to the celebrant a day or so before his or her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 7 - Happy birthday, Ekit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-5473219365939224594?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/5473219365939224594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/08/lions-and-cakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5473219365939224594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5473219365939224594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/08/lions-and-cakes.html' title='Lions and cakes'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-6462916374784664539</id><published>2008-08-09T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:23:31.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>That first lullaby</title><content type='html'>carefully they whispered your name&lt;br /&gt;happily sung in morning hymns&lt;br /&gt;immeasurable smiles on their faces&lt;br /&gt;beautifully written in tears&lt;br /&gt;beaming with joy and gladness&lt;br /&gt;your cry vanished into peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on your cheek they plant a kiss&lt;br /&gt;happy to know you cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in your dreams you blow a kiss&lt;br /&gt;happy to know they're scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;that first lullaby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a birthday poem in lieu of a message I wrote for an office mate's birthday. Every time somebody celebrates a birthday, one of my office mates would collect messages and create a powerpoint presentation to be sent to the celebrant a day or so before his or her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 5 - Happy birthday, Chenara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-6462916374784664539?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/6462916374784664539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-first-lullaby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/6462916374784664539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/6462916374784664539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-first-lullaby.html' title='That first lullaby'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-1857797168749954714</id><published>2008-08-08T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:30:29.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>The Mummy 3</title><content type='html'>I together with five officemates went to see The Mummy 3 last Wednesday. I half like it. I like the first two movies better. I don't find the jokes and comic scenes in this movie funny. And I thought the story lacked something to make it deserved a theatrical release. It felt like a straight-to-video story. But it was a bit fun, so I guess that's what made me half liked it. I wouldn't recommend it to those who expected something like the 2nd movie. Perhaps Rachel Weisz made the right decision not to reprise her role in this third installment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-1857797168749954714?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/1857797168749954714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/08/mummy-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/1857797168749954714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/1857797168749954714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/08/mummy-3.html' title='The Mummy 3'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-1861397366140433652</id><published>2008-07-27T14:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T18:46:09.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Four movies</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday afternoon and I don't feel that well so I might as well blog about four movies that I saw in theaters, but didn't have enough time to write a full theater report for each. Ahh... not enough time, the constant excuse of a lazy blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kung Fu Panda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that Pixar is the only animation studio that consistently comes up with great stories. But Kung Fu Panda has a good and funny story. It's nice to see Dreamworks come up with something good aside from the Shrek franchise (where storywise, #1 is the only one that I really liked) . And I found it really funny, though not as funny as I thought it was based on the what I've heard prior to seeing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company's movie night pick for June. Visually-stunning just like (and more so than) the first one. The story is much darker this time, and I was literally on the edge of my seat during the battle scenes (and not because the seat was damaged). I was bored at some parts in the first movie, but not in this one. Didn't like the song that got played during the credits, though, not because it was bad, but more because it didn't feel right and didn't fit the movie as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maid of Honor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've seen &lt;i&gt;My Best Friend's Wedding&lt;/i&gt;, you'll most likely not like this one at all. Aside from the premise there's no other similarity between the two films. There are no laugh out loud moments and there are no dramatic-romantic moments. All six of us who went to see this movie, agreed, it was just silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get Smart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it. I'm not familiar with the TV series that this movie was based on, but I thought it was going to be another &lt;i&gt;Johnny English&lt;/i&gt; (which isn't that bad because I love Rowan Atkinson type of comedy). But this turned out to be something more. I mean Maxwell Smart was, well, smart unlike Johnny English. He's just not adept at field agent work that he always wanted. And Anne Hathaway was very good as Agent 99. We saw this a few days after seeing &lt;i&gt;Maid of Honor&lt;/i&gt;, which we hated, and it sort of made up for that bad movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-1861397366140433652?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/1861397366140433652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/07/four-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/1861397366140433652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/1861397366140433652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/07/four-movies.html' title='Four movies'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-5702306904198029558</id><published>2008-07-21T06:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T06:01:00.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Theater Report: The Dark Knight</title><content type='html'>July 20, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Ayala Center Cinema 1&lt;br /&gt;8:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;Attendance: 98% of capacity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previews:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in time, so didn't catch any trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Batman Begins explored the origins of the caped crusader, this one explored, through dialogues, the story of The Joker. As The Joker's character is unfolded before us, the deeper story of Bruce Wayne and Batman was also exposed. And together with this exposition, and with the help of Harvey Dent's and Rachel Dawes's stories, the deeper story of Gotham City as a community is being exposed before our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fan of the Batman comics, or any other comic superheroes for that matter, though I watched the cartoon series. But in terms of comicbook superhero movies, this is without a doubt a cut above the rest. Of course, the fact that Batman has no superpowers naturally lent itself to this kind of deeper and more human exploration, but so does Iron Man and yet I have to say that this movie more than the Iron Man, just like its predecessor (Batman Begins), made the characters as human as they could possibly be without ignoring the medium from which the movie was adapted from. The high tech gadgets are still there, the tank of a bat mobile is still there, and yet if at the end of the movie you looked back at what you've just seen you'd realized that all those things were secondary to the story of Batman, of The Joker, of Harvey Dent, of James Gordon, and of Gotham City itself. Even if you're not a fan of the comic books, you'd still care for Bruce/Batman because underneath the armor of a bat suit, this guy, the Batman, is shown to be not unlike the non-costumed good guys like Harvey Dent and James Gordon, or even the villain The Joker, just another human being with weaknesses, unable to shake his past from how he behaves at the present, and not totally in control of the things that are happening around him. I believed Spider-Man 2 started this trend of making superheroes more human. And it's refreshing to see these movies raking in lots of money in the box office. It meant we can expect more superhero movies like this get made with in-depth exploration of characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I see it again? No, but only because the twists and turns in the movie wouldn't have the same effect having already seen how the story went. But if I have companion, I would go see this again in a heartbeat. Would I recommend it to my friends? Yes. It's definitely worth the ticket price that I didn't pay to see it. On a side note, I'm not proud that a girl treated me to a Batman movie, but she insisted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-5702306904198029558?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0468569/' title='Theater Report: The Dark Knight'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/5702306904198029558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/07/theater-report-dark-knight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5702306904198029558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5702306904198029558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/07/theater-report-dark-knight.html' title='Theater Report: The Dark Knight'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-3869211330271082406</id><published>2008-07-19T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T11:23:39.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>One year hence</title><content type='html'>I just came from our project's first year anniversary party. It also officially marked my first year working here in Cebu. I'm happy with what I have learned and will learn in the future. I don't regret working here. But I missed home a lot. It's been four months since my last trip home and I missed my parents very much. But I can't go home because I don't want to have to plan to go home on a weekend only to fail because there are urgent things that need to get done at work. It's tiring, but I honestly love what I'm doing. Thankfully, two airlines now operate daily flights from Cebu to Cagayan de Oro. They're a bit more expensive than going by ferry, but an hour an a half's flight is certainly less stressful. Flying home also means not having to hurry on Fridays just to catch the eight o'clock voyage. There's a morning and an afternoon Saturday flight to choose from. This doesn't mean that I'll never go home by ferry again, but it's just nice to have an option to fly home Saturday instead of just the ferry ride Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my DM barkadas had left my former company also. One is now working in another IT company here in Cebu. Two have flown to Dubai. And another one is joining my present company, but was assigned to another location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my last full day in my previous company. I was really really sad. I truly had a dream of retiring from that company. My parents had both worked there more than half of their lives. I was prepared to do the same. But sadly, I had to face reality. I saw no future there and was compelled to look for opportunities elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with where I am now. Yeah, it's tiring at times, but there have been wonderful events as well. All the team building events as well as our mini-tours and night outs with my start mates had been fun and I'm looking forward to our future trips. I have also made a lot of new wonderful, smart, energetic, fun, and caring friends. I know God has a reason for me to be here. There have been countless events in my life where I didn't understand why I was in some difficult situation only to have the answer weeks or months after they happen. My resignation from my previous job last year was in itself nothing short of a perfect timing. From what I had gathered from my previous colleagues, my former department isn't headed towards anything. Had I not resigned, it would have been another year of doing pretty much the same thing. Instead, I'm learning new stuffs everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God truly has His mysterious ways. It's sometimes difficult at first, but looking back they're perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-3869211330271082406?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/3869211330271082406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-year-hence.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/3869211330271082406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/3869211330271082406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-year-hence.html' title='One year hence'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-5929428676611251176</id><published>2008-07-13T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:01:28.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Just smile</title><content type='html'>May smile finds its way back&lt;br /&gt;And sadness be lifted off&lt;br /&gt;Remember the happy past&lt;br /&gt;Imagine them back and&lt;br /&gt;Everything shall fall in place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love continuously&lt;br /&gt;Offer a smile spontaneously&lt;br /&gt;Understand frequently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measure success by love given&lt;br /&gt;And not how much was returned&lt;br /&gt;You have already won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile the biggest smile&lt;br /&gt;Make the sadness shy&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what went before return&lt;br /&gt;Love like that rose without torn, and&lt;br /&gt;Everything shall fall in place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marie Lou May Smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a cheesy birthday poem I wrote for Rocky's birthday (July 8).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-5929428676611251176?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/5929428676611251176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5929428676611251176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5929428676611251176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-smile.html' title='Just smile'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-6774973265137307748</id><published>2008-06-01T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:43:36.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>In behalf of Rocky</title><content type='html'>Rocky May Cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religiously I sought that smile and&lt;br /&gt;Over the hill we met.&lt;br /&gt;Careless and free and&lt;br /&gt;Kind and happy.&lt;br /&gt;You vanished abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I find you again someday,&lt;br /&gt;As I walked through this darkness.&lt;br /&gt;You beacon me towards the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careless and free and&lt;br /&gt;Renewed and blessed.&lt;br /&gt;You and I shall meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rocky May Cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written in the voice of Rocky (an office mate), this is a birthday poem in lieu of a message I wrote for an office mate's birthday. Every time somebody celebrates a birthday, one of my office mates would collect messages and create a powerpoint presentation to be sent to the celebrant a day or so before his or her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 1 - Happy birthday, Lou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-6774973265137307748?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/6774973265137307748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-behalf-of-rocky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/6774973265137307748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/6774973265137307748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-behalf-of-rocky.html' title='In behalf of Rocky'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-7153049605686330786</id><published>2008-06-01T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:45:27.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>For Irene</title><content type='html'>Remember that being a Kagay-anon&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;You are smart,&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly,&lt;br /&gt;You are sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you are.&lt;br /&gt;Because we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that you have&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful of eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The most charming of smiles,&lt;br /&gt;The most contagious of laughs,&lt;br /&gt;The most loyal of friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that you have.&lt;br /&gt;Because we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that on this day&lt;br /&gt;You are remembered,&lt;br /&gt;You are cherished,&lt;br /&gt;You are blessed,&lt;br /&gt;You are loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that you are.&lt;br /&gt;Because we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For Irene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a birthday poem in lieu of a message I wrote for an office mate's birthday. Every time somebody celebrates a birthday, one of my office mates would collect messages and create a powerpoint presentation to be sent to the celebrant a day or so before his or her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 23 - Happy birthday, Irene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-7153049605686330786?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/7153049605686330786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-irene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7153049605686330786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7153049605686330786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-irene.html' title='For Irene'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-5627764247483922440</id><published>2008-06-01T15:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:46:00.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Ayon kay Ploning</title><content type='html'>Si Ploning na ang maysabi,&lt;br /&gt;O minsa'y nagtanong,&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi ba mas masarap isipin,&lt;br /&gt;Na kaya ikaw ang mas nasasaktan&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ikaw ang mas nagmamahal?"&lt;br /&gt;Huwag kang matakot Mae,&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mangamba,&lt;br /&gt;Hayaan mong dumaan ang nakaraan.&lt;br /&gt;Hayaang saktan ka ng karanasan.&lt;br /&gt;Hayaang mga sugat ay humilom.&lt;br /&gt;Hayaan mong ngumiti muli&lt;br /&gt;Ang iyong isipan,&lt;br /&gt;Iyong puso,&lt;br /&gt;Iyong damdamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Kaw ang mas nasaktan.&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ikaw ang mas nagmahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ayon kay Ploning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a birthday poem in lieu of a message I wrote for an office mate's birthday. Every time somebody celebrates a birthday, one of my office mates would collect messages and create a powerpoint presentation to be sent to the celebrant a day or so before his or her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 17 - Happy birthday, Ruvy Mae.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-5627764247483922440?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/5627764247483922440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/06/ayon-kay-ploning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5627764247483922440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5627764247483922440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/06/ayon-kay-ploning.html' title='Ayon kay Ploning'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-8705434967438806879</id><published>2008-06-01T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:20:01.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Theater Report: Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull</title><content type='html'>May 27, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Ayala Center Cinema 1&lt;br /&gt;7:10 PM&lt;br /&gt;Attendance: 90% of capacity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previews:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narnia 2: Prince Caspian - this is the only trailer attached it. Looks great and it has been chosen as the movie night pick for June so I'll probably see this for free (just like this movie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By nature, Indiana Jones movies aren't enjoyable when you already know how the story went and how it ended. So let me just quote some spoiler-free plot posted in IMDB:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Famed archaeologist/adventurer Dr. Henry "Indiana" Jones Jr. is called back into action when he becomes entangled in a Soviet plot to uncover the secret behind mysterious artifacts known as the Crystal Skulls.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fun summer flick, just like the first three movies in the series. Some people will probably not like the ending, and I had to admit I had  to pause to decide whether I like what I was seeing or not. But by then I've enjoyed the journey going to that ending that I thought it was pointless to search my feelings whether I like the ending or not. This is an Indiana Jones movie after all. An over-the-top ending should be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the music of John Williams. There's a certain Star Wars feel to it that I half-expected old Indy to wield a lightsaber when in peril. The theme (March from the Raiders of the Lost Ark) is arguably one of the most recognizable movie themes and it made me feel nostalgic listening to it inside the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrison Ford looked clearly a bit too old to play the Indiana Jones character. You have to suspend disbelief that a character that old can kick butt. If ever there's going to be an Indiana Jones 5, somebody else would probably take over the role. Somebody in this movie (and you'd understand who when you see this one), or at least the character will be it, the next Indy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I see it again? I don't know. Perhaps I'd see it again just to check out the newly-renovated SM Cinemas 7 &amp;amp;  8, but it's not really among my priorities right now. Would I recommend it to my friends? Yes. It's worth the ticket price that I didn't have to pay to see this movie (thanks to the movie nights).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-8705434967438806879?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0367882/' title='Theater Report: Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/8705434967438806879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/06/theater-report-indiana-jones-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/8705434967438806879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/8705434967438806879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/06/theater-report-indiana-jones-and.html' title='Theater Report: Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-6626794843387259649</id><published>2008-05-18T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:31:39.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Theater Report: Ploning</title><content type='html'>May 4, 2008&lt;br /&gt;SM Cebu Cinema 6&lt;br /&gt;7:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;Attendance: a pitiful 3% of capacity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previews: Just in time in coming in. Missed all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than a story about a woman who waits for the return of her lover whom she had not seen for over a decade, this is a story of a town in Cuyo, Palawan. This is a story of a small towns, traditions, beliefs, culture, and day-to-day life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some brave reviewers called this the rebirth of Philippine cinema. If it's true, I'd say it came out of the womb gasping for breath. First, it opened along side Iron Man, this year's Hollywood curtain call for the Summer Blockbuster Season. People who are skeptical of or hate Tagalog movies will flock to Iron Man. Second, people who dig Tagalog movies and all the negative thoughts they connote will flock to "When Love Begins". The rest will skip the movies altogether and buy any of Shannon Hale's books (Goose Girl, Enna Burning, River Secrets, Princess Academy, A Book of a Thousand Days) that have recently been carried by National Bookstore. Only people who still believed that the Philippine cinema could produce good movies from time to time will go see this. And there were only 10 of us when I went to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was confusing. For a simple enough premise, it managed to confuse the audience and probably itself. It tried to be a drama, comedy, romance, and suspense all at the same time, all the while (or perhaps because of it) becoming nothing more than a sketch of a small coastal town in the Philippines. From the first minute down to about five minutes before it ended, the movie beg me to ask questions, the biggest of which is what's the deal with Ploning? And at the very last minute we got the answer, in a monologue, with tears under the rain scene. The answer was wholly unsatisfying because there was no clue whatsoever that it was the reason why Ploning acted the way she did. And so it felt contrived.  The writer or writers withheld information so that in the end they can surprise us with the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this movie as nothing more than the writer/director's vehicle for his love of his homeland in Palawan. Yeah, Cuyo is beautiful. Its beach breathtaking (in an undeveloped, natural kind of way). But mixing it with the unfocused and underdeveloped story of a girl named Ploning was an unfortunate decision. Add to this the decision to release it during the kickoff of the summer blockbuster season in the US (and the now common worldwide simultaneous release of big Hollywood movies) and this will inevitably be lost in the crowd. This is different from the usual Tagalog movie fare (not the least of which is the language used in the dialogues), but it shared the same weakness as the other Tagalog movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I see it again? No. Would I recommend it to my friends? No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-6626794843387259649?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://guides.clickthecity.com/movies/movie.php?id=11465' title='Theater Report: Ploning'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/6626794843387259649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/05/theater-report-ploning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/6626794843387259649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/6626794843387259649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/05/theater-report-ploning.html' title='Theater Report: Ploning'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-9036363955439664699</id><published>2008-05-07T06:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T07:50:19.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Theater Report: Iron Man</title><content type='html'>May 6, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Ayala Center Cinema 1&lt;br /&gt;6:10PM&lt;br /&gt;Attendance: 95% of capacity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previews:&lt;br /&gt;(Missed some on the account of my companions having to buy food from a very slow-moving-line in KFC one level below the theater.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung Fu Panda - looks fun, but Wall-E is the must watch animated feature for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana Jones 4 - I'm definitely watching this. As a kid I used to confused the theme song of the Raiders of the Lost Ark with the one from Star Wars. ROTLA theme is very catchy. It'd be good to hear it again now in Dolby Surround glory as Indy kicks enemy butts and gets the treasure. But I hope the company picks Narnia 2 as the Movie Night pick of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Stark, billionaire-genius, owner of a big weapons manufacturing company gets kidnapped in Afghanistan and made a horrible discovery that the weapons his company manufactures are being used by enemy combatants to kill, among other, the very people he thought his weapons protect. Ha! I live in the Philippines. This is non-news. Anyway, Ugly Big Villain (UBV) #1 orders him to build a weapon (Jericho Missile System). Instead he, with the help of Token Assistant in A Wrong Place and Time #1, conjured an armor that would lead him to become Iron Man and escape captivity. As he tried to escape it was Ugly Big Villain #2 who tried to stop him with UBV#1 no where in sight. A somewhat confusing switch, if you really think about it. But you don't have much time to think because he escaped, perfected his armor, fell in love, betrayed, and went on to kill both UBVs (with #1 as the first token Enemy Kill), all the while spectacular explosions go off all around. Ok maybe not really all around, but that's how I saw the movie, a one heck of a spectacular fireworks display with deep enough characterizations and a way to start the Summer Blockbuster Season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last sentence of the previous paragraph pretty much summed up what I thought about the movie. It's well worth the 140 pesos I didn't pay for the ticket on the account that it got picked by The Firm as the Movie Night pick for April and was able to get 1 of the 100 slots available. I'd say that it's like the Spider-man and the recent Batman movies. It's character-centric as opposed to just mindless-spectacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Spoilers ahead. Stop reading if you plan to see the movie and don't want to have any idea what happens, though I try to be very vague as possible.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't think about it that much. Or else you'd realize that later in the movie it's revealed that UBVs and minions were actually supplied by Betrayer #1 with the very weapon that they tried to force Tony Stark to build for them. In fact, in the middle of the movie where UBV #1 gets killed you'd actually see the weapon in action being used by UBV #1 on innocent civilians. Then if you think even harder you'd realized that in what Pepper saw later about the supposedly ransom video for Mr. Stark the bad guys were paid to kill Stark, not kidnap him. Confusion to the Nth power. You'd see the kidnappers trying to up the price of killing Stark all the while asking him to build The Weapon (that Betrayer #1 already supplies them with). So I suggest that you just sit back and enjoy the ride and not to think too much. Or else you'd further realized that the UBVs already have brilliant minds that can read Iron Man armor design. What's stopping them from reverse engineering The Weapon they already had access to? Why do they need Stark? I know. They didn't need Stark. On the contrary, the screenwriters need that "premise" to have a reason for don't-care-much-for-the-world Stark to turn around and become Iron Man the superhero. Just accept it and enjoy. You definitely will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I see it again? No, I'm saving up for Narnia 2 and Indiana Jones 4. Would I recommend it to my friends? Definitely, yes. It's fun. Unless you're saving your money to see "Ploning" starring Judy Ann Santos, an even more confusing movie than Iron Man for those who think too much. I'll post my theater report on Ploning next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-9036363955439664699?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0371746/' title='Theater Report: Iron Man'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/9036363955439664699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/05/theater-report-iron-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/9036363955439664699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/9036363955439664699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/05/theater-report-iron-man.html' title='Theater Report: Iron Man'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-7947063630387061378</id><published>2008-04-24T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T06:00:00.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Theater Report: Forbidden Kingdom</title><content type='html'>April 23, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Ayala Center Cinema 1&lt;br /&gt;7:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;Attendance: 95% of capacity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason is a kung fu obsessed teenager. He frequented what looked like a very weird video shop ran by an odd old man. He found a staff that turned out to be magical and was once owned by the Monkey King. Jason turned out to be "the one" who'll free the Monkey King from a Jade lord curse. To do that, though, he apparently had to travel back in time or to use the movie's term, "go through the gate of no gate" (what the heck?) to when Jackie Chan wore a hideous wig (I hope it's not his real hair) playing the "drunken master" (which I have to say he couldn't do as well as he once did years ago) and Jet Li was, well, Jet Li. Trained by these two masters, the evil Jade simply had no chance. There's this girl they threw into the story at a fight scene in a tea house who obviously was just thrown there so that the movie will have a female character (which otherwise doesn't add to the story). Jason fell in love with this girl later, or at least the writer tried to fool us that he did. This subplot has got to be the most underdeveloped love subplot in the history of impossible movie love affairs. This female character was simply just the token love-interest-of-the-hero role. The writer tried to flesh her character out by having her tell the story of how the evil Jade lord killed her father and burned down their village. But the way she told it and the way the "flashback" was presented on screen, I just didn't care. In the end her character was insignificant. Negligible. And sure enough she was killed later in the movie. And I shed not a single drop of tear. Even the circumstances upon which she died was a token kill-the-love-interest-of-the-hero act. In the end Jet Li trainor of Jason turned out to be a strand of hair of the Monkey King (which he used to clone himself) and drunken master Jackie Chan turned out to be odd old man from the odd old videoshop. The token love-interest girl reappeared in her 21st century hot girl glory seconds away from when the end credits scrolled up. And Jason smiled a knowing smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I described the story above should be enough for anyone to gauage how I feel about this movie. What an utter waste of 140 pesos. Several of us from the office decided we should watch a movie. A mini poll was conducted. This movie won. It might look like I spoiled the movie by telling what happened in the end, but in reality I'm saving you (all four of you who read my blog) from accidentally spending your hard-earned cash on this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I see it again? Would I recommend it to my friends? If you have to ask, you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, if I forget about the 140 pesos I paid for the ticket for a moment, I believe the very simplistic &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love connection&lt;/span&gt; presented in the movie between Jason and the token heroe's-love-interest can happen in real life. When both of you are eight. At that age, there's a big chance that your crush also has a crush on you. And you go on having a crush at each other, spending a lot of time together, writing each other notes, until such time that the two of you graduates from elementary school and had to go each other's separate ways because you are going to an all-boys high school and she an all-girls one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Just my opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-7947063630387061378?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0865556/' title='Theater Report: Forbidden Kingdom'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/7947063630387061378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/04/theater-report-forbidden-kingdom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7947063630387061378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7947063630387061378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/04/theater-report-forbidden-kingdom.html' title='Theater Report: Forbidden Kingdom'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-2529740844243944513</id><published>2008-04-10T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T06:00:00.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk with me'/><title type='text'>New banner</title><content type='html'>I thought it would be nice to have a banner for my blog, so I created one. The picture in the banner was that of the lake at Del Monte Golf Course. It's probably the tee #11 or #12 for senior golfers. I don't know. I forgot. But I love this part of the course. The tee was in a little island in the lake. I like that it had a bench at the end of the bridge that connected the little island to the rest of the golf course. Spread around the golf course were the company houses provided for Bugo and Plantation-assigned DM executives. How nice it would be at the end of each day to sit in that bench, relax, think, and blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, whenever I think of the DM Golf Course, I remember her. And yeah, I wouldn't admit it before, but they were right, I went there just to see her, at least at first. But if I really think about if, if I can be objective about it, more than half the time (probably even two-thirds) I went there, I never saw her. So in the end I'd like to think that this proved that I went there because of the golf course more than anything else. One time I went there with just two hours of sleep (went home at 2:00 AM from a Saturday night out with friends, slept, and then woke up at 4:00 AM to get ready). I remember I was very sleepy in the ride going to the course, and sleepy while eating breakfast at the clubhouse. But as we started and I got to see the view of the course, breathed the fresh air, smelled the freshly-cut grass and the pleasant smell of pine trees, I was energized. The whole course was more than 6 km of walk, but I forgot that just minutes before I was tired and lacked sleep. There's something about walking that golf course that I love. It's the reflections about my life that I got while walking the scenic route. It's the reason why I now call this blog "Walk With Carl". This blog, like the walk, gives me a venue to think about my life and where it's headed. Now it's not literal where I write my goals in life here in this blog, rather this blog has been a tool for me to reflect on where I came from (my history, at least that which I chose to write about) and gives me an insight or hint at where I am headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the Moalboal trip last weekend. And the customary birthday post (which I conveniently forgot to write). More on these later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-2529740844243944513?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/2529740844243944513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-banner.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2529740844243944513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2529740844243944513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-banner.html' title='New banner'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-2120858133913705936</id><published>2008-04-05T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T17:58:26.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>Moalboal</title><content type='html'>I have been talking to an officemate through instant messenger about our plans to go to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moalboal,_Cebu"&gt;Moalboal &lt;/a&gt;(which I assume is a scenic beach/dive resort to the south of Cebu City) tomorrow. The original plan was for an overnight stay, but due to the resort being fully booked, it was decided that it will just be a whole day affair instead. It's fine by me, considering that the alternative was to stay overnight, sleeping on the beach using a sleeping mat. It would have been cool actually if I think about it but only so long as it wouldn't rain. If it rains, it'd be uncool and very cold night of non-sleep. So it'll just be a whole-day affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this Monday will be a public holiday so I guess I have an extra free day to buy a Rubik's cube and learn how to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just upgraded to Vista SP1. The total download was just around 67 MB (I guess because I've installed all updates from Windows Update just last month so my PC needed only a few updates to be officially called "SP1") and overall the whole activity probably took around an hour and a half to finish. I'm happy that I didn't experience any of those horror stories regarding installing SP1, though I guess it's still too early to tell if the installation went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sticking with Vista for now because it came pre-installed with my PC. All other OS that I'd like to try will have to be installed in VMWare Server that I've already downloaded but have not yet installed. Interesting because in my previous PC, it took just about 5 days after buying it before I made it into a dual boot (the other OS being Mandrake Linux). Of course I was still in college then and I had plenty of free time to install and reinstall different operating systems. And it came with just Windows 98. And I wasn't "online" then so a downtime due to OS mishaps doesn't mean much. Now, I just want to check my Gmail everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that Vista is slower than XP. And I get them. My previous PC, at the time that my parents bought it for me, just barely met the minimum requirements to run Windows XP. But when I finally installed XP (a release candidate, not the final release) I immediately notice the improved performance. It was noticeably faster than Windows 98.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around, my PC is not top-of-the-line, but I'm certain that with this specs, XP will fly like the wind if it was the one preinstalled. But I'm sticking with Vista for now. It came preinstalled with my PC and I'm sure a significant portion of the price I paid for it was for the OS. So I'm enjoying the privilege of "Genuine" Windows, whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt; The trip to Moalboal will be an overnight stay after all. I just hope it wouldn't rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-2120858133913705936?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/2120858133913705936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/04/moalboal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2120858133913705936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/2120858133913705936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/04/moalboal.html' title='Moalboal'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-1468417481594644520</id><published>2008-03-20T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T02:48:42.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk with me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>Just dreams</title><content type='html'>Last year, I attended the World Youth Day Cross vigil here in Cagayan de Oro. The cross was en route to Sydney, Australia for the World Youth Day 2008. I dream of attending the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I wanted to attend a solitary retreat for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I would have loved to attend the three-day stay-in holy week retreat sponsored by Xavier University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In kindergarten, I wrote "Doctor" as my ambition in our yearbook. In elementary, I wrote "Physical Therapist". In senior year high school, I wrote "Accountancy" as my first choice on what course to take. In college, I finished "Computer Science".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From when I was seven until I was nine, I used to draw stick drawings that to me passed as "movie posters" on a cardboards. Now I have this secret ambition of writing a novel. Could I ever achieve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college, I told myself that I would write computer games for a living. Now I write business applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were close. And then far. We connected. And then lost touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt. And then hoped. Changed my mind. And then hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is more than a journey. It's a chase. May I gain speed as I grow. And so may you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God speed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-1468417481594644520?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/1468417481594644520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/1468417481594644520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/1468417481594644520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-dreams.html' title='Just dreams'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-7870215924213136067</id><published>2008-02-26T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T21:19:20.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini</title><content type='html'>“For you, a thousand times over,” Hassan answered when his best friend Amir asked him if he would eat dirt if Amir asked him to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story of two generations of two boys, best friends, who got separated from each other at the time of Russia’s invasion of Afghanistan. Two boys. And their two fathers. Amir and his father ended up living in America, while Ali and Hassan were left in war-torn Afghanistan. The circumstance upon which they were separated from each other is difficult to describe without spoiling the story. Just know that there’s going to be a search to reunite. And with it, the search for atonement, and salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the best novels I’ve read in years. Afghanistan, the country I only heard about or seen in TV’s when the US retaliated from the 9/11/2001 attacks on the twin towers of NY’s World Trade Center and several other locations in the US, was vividly described. I could almost see the streets, hear its noise and chatters, and smell the fragrance and the stench as Amir described his life and his country then and now. I could see Amir and Hassan run up the hill and watch over their village (it reminded me of those times when my friends and I would climb up a hill and watch our village below, fascinated at how organized the houses are in the subdivisions, and the vastness of the ocean beside it). But more than their country, the two boys themselves, along with their friendship and their fathers’ friendship, were expertly characterized by Hosseini. Ten to twenty pages on and I found myself caring for the book’s main characters. From the back cover of the book I gathered that an invasion was going to do something to the lives of the characters and I found myself anxious to read on the circumstance of the two best friends’ separation, and the eventual search to reunite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d definitely recommend this book to my friends. Last week a colleague told me that she wanted to read a book over the long weekend (3-day weekend due to public holiday) and asked me for a recommendation. I bought several books since moving to Cebu, but I had a hard time recommending one because I liked them all equally and none of them really stood out from the rest (all of what I would readily recommend I left in my home city, Cagayan de Oro). She wouldn’t admit it, but she leans towards fantasy so I ended up lending her my copy of “The Princess Bride” by William Goldman. I had a backup fantasy recommendation, “The Goose Girl” by Shannon Hale, but she wanted to borrow just one book. Anyway, had I already read “The Kite Runner” when she asked for a recommendation, I definitely would have recommended it. A thousand times over, even though it isn’t fantasy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-7870215924213136067?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/7870215924213136067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/02/kite-runner-by-khaled-hosseini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7870215924213136067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7870215924213136067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/02/kite-runner-by-khaled-hosseini.html' title='The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-7049569379629931884</id><published>2008-02-26T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T18:24:34.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Theater Report: Vantage Point</title><content type='html'>February 21, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Ayala Center Cinema 1&lt;br /&gt;7:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;Attendance: 95% of capacity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previews:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10,000 BC (looks enjoyable to watch, but the story is hard to deduce from the preview)&lt;br /&gt;Horton Hears a Who (definitely for children)&lt;br /&gt;WALL-E (from the creators of Finding Nemo, I’m definitely watching this one)&lt;br /&gt;Meet The Spartans (a parody of “300”, looks funny and dumb at the same time)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember the other previews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The president of the United States attends a summit on anti-terrorism and got assassinated. Secret service agent Barnes, who took a bullet for the president in a previous assassination attempt, tried to catch the unknown shooter right there and then. The story is told from several points of view (thus, the title “Vantage Point”).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a storytelling that I haven’t seen before, or I don’t remember seeing before. So its storytelling was fresh to me. You’d think that watching a film constantly being rewound several times, each time presenting a different vantage point of the same central situation is boring, but it wasn’t. Okay, maybe you wouldn’t think that, but I certainly did. I expected it to be boring. I even thought it was going to be a political drama (but then that’s my fault because I haven’t seen or read an ad for this film). I probably wouldn’t have gone to this movie had it not been for free (the company I worked for have what we call “Movie Nights” where every month they chose a movie that we have the opportunity to watch for free). When the email for this month’s Movie Night came and I learned it was going to be “Vantage Point”, I commented to my colleagues that I wish they chose “Jumper”. But I saw “Jumper” a week ago and now that I saw both movies I thought the company got it right in choosing “Vantage Point”. It was great, edge-of-your-seat thriller from beginning to end. Later in the movie the story just went improbable, but it’s okay. The premise itself, I think, called for improbability in order for the film to be made. I’m not a fan of its plot, but I’m definitely a fan of how it was told and the pace that it was told. It’s the kind of storytelling that you only get to see in good television these days (“24”, “Lost”, “Prison Break”). I thought “Vantage Point” showed me, if anything, how TV’s “24” would look like in the big screen and how it would sound like in a Dolby Digital theater. I heard rumors of a “24” movie and I think it would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I see it again? Maybe I’ll see it again in DVD, there’s not much reason to watch it again once you knew who did what. Would I recommend it to my friends? Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-7049569379629931884?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/7049569379629931884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/02/theater-report-vantage-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7049569379629931884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/7049569379629931884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/02/theater-report-vantage-point.html' title='Theater Report: Vantage Point'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-8441225692958493888</id><published>2008-02-23T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T15:59:09.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk with me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>I wanted to have the usual end of year list. Every blog should have it at the end of each year. List of books that I liked and not liked, movies, tv shows, and events. It's too late to do that now (obviously) so I'll just write some of my thoughts of the year that was 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I went to take memories. And to talk more than to see. Never got the chance on talking.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2006, I took every opportunity to have my picture taken in my cubicle, in the cubicle of my colleagues, in the canteen, and in the small landmark places outside our office building. I took the opportunities to take pictures of my colleagues. I joined a colleague in his golf games, not to play golf, but to take pictures of the golf course that my previous employer owned. Somehow I knew, I would be leaving the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the second half of 2007, I did leave the company to work for another one in another city. It was an opportunity to try to fend for myself and train rigorously in the field that I now loved, an opportunity that was too good to miss and couldn’t have come at a better time. There were rumors that our department will be dissolved, replaced by the IT department of the new owner’s company. There were talks that it won’t happen. I did not wait to see which is true. I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“How are you?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The decision was the right one, given the circumstance.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about leaving your comfort zone is that you grow uncomfortable. For the first time I was away from home, from my family, from my friends that I have known since I was four, and the colleagues that I had worked with, laughed with, talked with, and sang with for over four years. It’s like being under the sun all of a sudden when your whole life you only knew rain. It’s a good thing that work is similar to the previous one. If it hadn’t, it would have been like sucked in a whirlwind instead of just being thrown in a world where the familiar rain is absent, replaced by the warm sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After over six months in the uncomfort zone number one, life is getting better. I can see the heavy clouds looming ahead. Soon enough, the drizzle will come. And then the familiar rain. The heat will give way to the relaxing coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Do you think your 2008 will be better than last year?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Don’t know. Does the wind always come before the rain?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to predict my 2008, not that anyone can predict what will happen in the future. But one always prays that the new year would be better than the last. Each year contains its set of setbacks and its set of advances. How can I chose one over the other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Any new year resolution?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I don’t know what it means anymore.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lose X number of pounds. To lose X number of enemies and gain X number of friends. Never commit the same mistakes again, would that be a resolution? If so, then that’s probably it. I’d love to achieve that. I probably won’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Were you happy with how your new year started?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Outside the comfort zone, the start of the year went unnoticed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s almost March and I’m just writing this now. I am happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-8441225692958493888?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/8441225692958493888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/02/2007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/8441225692958493888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/8441225692958493888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/02/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-5823774442196931776</id><published>2008-02-23T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T15:47:20.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Theater Report: Spiderwick Chronicles</title><content type='html'>February 16, 2008&lt;br /&gt;SM City Cebu Cinema 4&lt;br /&gt;7:45 PM&lt;br /&gt;Attendance: 40% of capacity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previews: Just on time coming in so I wasn’t able to see any trailers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: A family moves in to an estate of an old ancestor (or somewhat like that), a mother, twin boys, and a girl. One of the twins finds a book that’s sort of a guide to the “other” world. It contains all the secrets of this “other” world and now the other world’s super villain wants to read it and conquer all the worlds. The siblings (twin boys, one girl) are thrown to protect the book and thus the worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts: It’s a very simple story with very few characters. Action is limited to the estate, its surrounding forest, a sanatorium, and somewhere where nobody ages (but is not Never Never Land). The book, where this movie was based, is probably a good read. But there’s nothing much in the movie in terms of a fantasy story that I haven't seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The special effects are good. Freddie Highmore (acting the dual role of the twin boys) was excellent. I’d say he’s the best child actor around today. The way he acts is very real, very believable. There were instances of the twin’s interaction where you’d notice that they are not really in the same room (being acted by a single actor), but there are also instances where you’d forget that this two characters are acted by a single actor. The music reminds me of the first two Harry Potter movies. And the end credit sequences were great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I see it again? Once is enough. Would I recommend it to my friends? Only those that are fans of fantasy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-5823774442196931776?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/5823774442196931776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/02/theater-report-spiderwick-chronicles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5823774442196931776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/5823774442196931776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/02/theater-report-spiderwick-chronicles.html' title='Theater Report: Spiderwick Chronicles'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-200917675929545996</id><published>2008-02-23T15:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T15:40:46.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Theater Report: Jumper</title><content type='html'>February 17, 2008&lt;br /&gt;SM City Cebu Cinema 3&lt;br /&gt;5:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;Attendance: 90% of capacity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previews: Teaser trailer of “Star Trek” (directed by JJ Abrams). I first heard about this new Star Trek movie a year or two ago in Hollywood Stock Exchange (HSX). Mix reaction in the forum when it was announced. Some said it’s going to be a disaster. Some are more optimistic because it was going to be directed by JJ Abrams who created TV’s “Lost” and “Alias”. Funny because when I watched “Cloverfield” two weeks ago I thought it was the movie tied to JJ Abrams that I heard in HSX. And I thought it wasn’t very impressive for somebody who created “Alias” and “Lost”. Now I realized it was “Star Trek”. Impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: This report is about “Jumper”, but I just spent a relatively long paragraph about “Star Trek”, which will not be shown until 2009, probably Memorial Day weekend 2009. Anyhow, “Jumper” is a story of at first one and then later on two “jumpers”. They are people with the ability to teleport to any place they can vividly see in their mind (places they’d been to before, seen in postcards, etc.). It wasn’t long since finding out about his ability that the first jumper used it to steal money from a bank. He said he had no choice. He was 12 and alone. “What would you do?” Oh, I don’t know. There are many decent jobs that I could think of if I’m a jumper. Delivery boy, messenger, spy, to name a few. Now those are just “jumping” related jobs. There are other regular odd jobs minus the hours spent traveling to and from work. But then again all of them combined wouldn’t earn half as much as a minute stroll to the friendly neighborhood bank’s vault. Anyhow, all is well, until somebody who kills jumpers for a living showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts: The first 30 minutes where the film’s premise was fleshed out were great. From there up to the ending wasn’t so great, or good for that matter. It became nonsense. Carrying around a backpack full of money is so 70’s. How about buying himself tons of debit cards? With few spare bills for those where debit cards aren’t accepted. And what is that secret society that hunts down and kill “jumpers” because “only God should have that power to be everywhere at the same time”? What’s that society all about? “Only God should decide when somebody should die,” I’d say to them if I were the jumper. It’s probably just anti-religion symbolism nonsense. It could just have been a love story between a jumper and an ordinary girl. Or a superhero story. As it was, it was nothing but about a pursuit of a jumper. Once the pursuer was defeated, the movie ended. It had to. It had nowhere else to go. Hayden Christinsen doesn’t show much emotion on screen. The actor who played his character as a “young jumper” would probably had done better at the job had he been years older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I see it again? No. Would I recommend it to my friends? No. I wanted to buy the book where this movie was based on, but it wasn’t available in Powerbooks SM Cebu and I didn’t have time to go to National Bookstore. The book’s probably better than the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-200917675929545996?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/200917675929545996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/02/theater-report-jumper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/200917675929545996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/200917675929545996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/02/theater-report-jumper.html' title='Theater Report: Jumper'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-9103339118537042923</id><published>2008-02-23T15:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T15:35:43.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Next by Michael Crichton</title><content type='html'>I talked about this book earlier in a previous post. Now I’ve finished reading it and the book went nowhere from the first 150 pages or so that I talked about in that earlier blog post. I was still surprised with the twists in the end, but I just felt that the story went nowhere since the first 150 pages. Probably because he wanted it to be as close to what’s really happening in “genetics” as possible. But I still love the way Crichton makes each of his novel a page-turner. Everything that I’ve read from him had been page-turners. And I’d just love to have that ability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-9103339118537042923?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/9103339118537042923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/02/next-by-michael-crichton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/9103339118537042923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/9103339118537042923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/02/next-by-michael-crichton.html' title='Next by Michael Crichton'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-3767041822450301478</id><published>2008-02-14T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T15:26:28.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk with me'/><title type='text'>Valentines 08</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day to all. One of those "Hallmark" holidays as they say. Created for a commercial purpose. I'm very sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song that I like right now. It's "Nessun dorma", in English "No one shall sleep." Popularized by the late tenor Luciano Pavarotti from the opera "Turandot". Search for it on the net. Once you'll listen to it you'll say, "Ahh, I've heard that before..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Prince&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Nessun dorma, nessun dorma ...&lt;br /&gt;Tu pure, o Principessa,&lt;br /&gt;Nella tua fredda stanza,&lt;br /&gt;Guardi le stelle &lt;br /&gt;Che tremano d'amore&lt;br /&gt;  E di speranza.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; No one sleeps, no one sleeps...&lt;br /&gt;Even you, o Princess,&lt;br /&gt;In your cold room,&lt;br /&gt;Watch the stars,&lt;br /&gt;That tremble with love&lt;br /&gt;  And with hope.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me,&lt;br /&gt;Il nome mio nessun saprà, no, no,&lt;br /&gt;Sulla tua bocca lo dirò&lt;br /&gt;Quando la luce splenderà,&lt;br /&gt;Ed il mio bacio scioglierà il silenzio&lt;br /&gt;  Che ti fa mia.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; But my secret is hidden within me;&lt;br /&gt;My name no one shall know, no, no,&lt;br /&gt;On your mouth I will speak it*&lt;br /&gt;When the light shines,&lt;br /&gt;And my kiss will dissolve the silence&lt;br /&gt;  That makes you mine.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chorus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Il nome suo nessun saprà&lt;br /&gt;E noi dovrem, ahimè, morir.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; No one will know his name&lt;br /&gt;And we must, alas, die.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Prince&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dilegua, o notte!&lt;br /&gt;Tramontate, stelle!&lt;br /&gt;All'alba vincerò!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; Vanish, o night! &lt;br /&gt;Set**, stars!&lt;br /&gt;At daybreak, I shall conquer!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-3767041822450301478?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/3767041822450301478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/3767041822450301478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/3767041822450301478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-08.html' title='Valentines 08'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-8409490514327616237</id><published>2008-02-14T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:02:48.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk with me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Those good old dreams</title><content type='html'>When I sent my application to DM five years ago it was not business, it was personal. My mother worked for the company for 37 years and my father for around 20 years (I can't pull the exact figure off the top of my head right now). Discounting the scholarship I got over the years of my life as a student, the money that my parents got from DM pretty much paid for my education, not to mention the food on our table, and come to think of it, the table itself where eat the food. In my application five years ago, I said in my cover letter that I hope to serve the company for the same number of years like my parents did. I wanted to nurture a career in IT within the company and was prepared to retire with the company. Not being able to realize this now is the saddest part of leaving DM because when I wrote it in my application letter I meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our dreams come true. Some don't. This is one of mine that won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-8409490514327616237?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/8409490514327616237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/02/those-good-old-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/8409490514327616237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/8409490514327616237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/02/those-good-old-dreams.html' title='Those good old dreams'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-626587858298230424</id><published>2008-02-09T14:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T14:52:42.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Next</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; series has ended, so I don't really have a book in mind that I'm sure to buy when it comes out. I have bought a lot of books since Harry Potter 7, but the thoughts I had about them never made it to this blog. I moved to a new company. Moved to a new city. I seem to have something else to do besides blogging. But here's something about the book that I'm reading now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;, by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michael Crichton&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about genetics and biotechnology, and the drama that could probably happen around the subject. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Congo, Timeline, Airframe, Andromeda Strain&lt;/span&gt;. I've yet to read a Crichton book that I didn't like. (Or with characters that I could actually remember.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's a good read. I'm not yet finished, but here's the thing. I'm more than a hundred pages on, met a lot of characters and not one I could really care for. That's bad. But then again I'm hundred pages on, no character to care for, and yet I'm not tired of it so far. I'm still intrigued at what will happen next. I guess when you read a Crichton you don't expect memorable characters, but the thrill of a lot of twists and a lot of turns. Interesting subject. Interesting events. They're keeping me on this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-626587858298230424?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/626587858298230424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/02/next.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/626587858298230424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/626587858298230424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/02/next.html' title='Next'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-899314975071624673</id><published>2008-02-09T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T14:26:54.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>Unsent</title><content type='html'>I've just deleted a draft mail that's been sitting in my Drafts folder since July 16, 2006. What was I thinking in writing it? Things looked clearer then, before they got murky. Some emails are just not meant to be sent, the same way that some things are better left unsaid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-899314975071624673?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/899314975071624673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/02/unsent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/899314975071624673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/899314975071624673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/02/unsent.html' title='Unsent'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-556275046522060892</id><published>2008-01-05T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T16:58:33.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk with me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Pursuit of happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lie about your dreams and who will help you achieve them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my favorite realization of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;. This never made it in my blog the day it came hopping to my mind like a frog who was convinced it was more than a frog. I never got around to write it, until I was asked the question just hours ago, which was really not directly related to this one realization, which in turn makes me wonder a bit why write this down now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;between the lines&lt;/span&gt; and in between everything that was said, facial expressions and all, I saw a girl who wanted to live her dreams after years of putting them aside. Those dreams were apparently not here in the Philippines. And I long since put it as the reason why she pushed away any guy that came too close, unless that guy also had dreams that are far from this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did she have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lie&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Gregory House would say, "everybody lies." Lie about your dreams and who will help you achieve them? Those few whom you told the truth, of course. When people don't tell you about their ambitions, or lie about it when asked, it just means that the dreamer decided that you have no role in achieving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-556275046522060892?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/556275046522060892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/01/pursuit-of-happiness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/556275046522060892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/556275046522060892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2008/01/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='Pursuit of happiness'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-3029932901418822475</id><published>2007-11-24T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T12:39:28.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>Sarcasm</title><content type='html'>"Lando", the tropical depression I wrote about in my &lt;a href="http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2007/11/tropical-depression-lando.html"&gt;previous blog post&lt;/a&gt; never made a lasting impression. It rained a lot back in Cagayan de Oro, so I'm used to it. The wind that Lando carried was strong, but I've experienced stronger winds when I was young while at vacation in Pulupandan, Negros Occidental. In the entire ordeal, if you can call it that, I never feared for my life. I knew it was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was nothing, which I wished didn't happen because they canceled the crystal lamination class session last Monday, November 19. It wasn't postponed, it was canceled. So instead of two sessions, we had only one. The cancellation was unfortunate because the skies cleared (I'm sure it cleared though I couldn't see it because it was night already) by the time our class was set to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-3029932901418822475?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/3029932901418822475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2007/11/sarcasm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/3029932901418822475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/3029932901418822475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2007/11/sarcasm.html' title='Sarcasm'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961422.post-6047526668044170810</id><published>2007-11-19T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T12:36:27.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>Tropical Depression "Lando"</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Lando&amp;quot; is upon us. For a solid two hours (I&amp;#39;m guessing, I didn&amp;#39;t really count the hours wheezing by with the rain and winds like long lost best friends who&amp;#39;ve not seen each other since &amp;quot;Kelly&amp;quot;) it showed its fury in full Public Storm Signal No. 2 glory. Wetter than a Signal No. 1, but dryer than a No. 3. (I don&amp;#39;t know who came before &amp;quot;Lando&amp;quot; so I just invented &amp;quot;Kelly&amp;quot;, which is probably wrong because it&amp;#39;s not a very Filipino-sounding storm name.) Now &amp;quot;Lando&amp;quot; is just a 2, so instead of uprooting the palm trees lining the streets of Cardinal Rosales Ave., Lando just shook them violently, cutting their branches and leaves, littering them on the streets across the mall we call The Ayala Center. And instead of the rain pouring like there&amp;#39;s no tomorrow, it just poured like crazy, conjuring mini-floods near the traffic lights 50 meters from the Cebu Marriott Hotel where Cardinal Rosales Ave. crosses Luzon Ave.&lt;p&gt;As I am writing this, the heavens has calmed down a bit. Not that I&amp;#39;m blaming the heavens. It&amp;#39;s just that we always describe heaven to be in the skies while hell to be under the underground. If hell was in the skies instead of heaven I&amp;#39;d say hell cooled down, or maybe that it lost another glory. Survivors of Signal No. 2 are continuing with their lives, bracing for and praying against No. 3, and wishing things were as they were in the golden hours, when Lando was just a Public Storm Signal No. 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961422-6047526668044170810?l=smallerpicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/feeds/6047526668044170810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2007/11/tropical-depression-lando.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/6047526668044170810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961422/posts/default/6047526668044170810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerpicture.blogspot.com/2007/11/tropical-depression-lando.html' title='Tropical Depression &quot;Lando&quot;'/><author><name>TheWriter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
