tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156247482024-03-19T05:52:30.009-07:00T-bone Steaksliving in korea the filipino way:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-86193742813243466772012-08-20T09:16:00.005-07:002014-10-18T06:07:04.518-07:00Exploring Jeju Island<a href="http://english.visitkorea.or.kr/enu/SI/SI_EN_3_6.jsp?cid=1068530" target="_blank">Jeju-do</a> was our latest travel conquest this year. My husband and I would usually try to squeeze in some traveling during the short vacations our schedules would allow. Usually, we would spend a weekend or a few days out of town for summer or winter breaks. To date, Jeju island is the farthest we've been to within Korea as this takes one plane ride from Seoul.<br />
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I have always wanted to go to Jeju Island from the time I learned about it. Ideally, the place is for honeymooners given the climate and scenery it offers. When we got married, we were not given the luxury of time to spend our honeymoon anywhere special because we had to tour my family and friends from the Philippines who came to visit the wedding. Somehow, life events just got in the way right after and we just forgot about it, or opted to visit the Philippines instead if we could afford longer vacations. This year is our third year being married so husband agreed (after some serious prodding from me!) to give it a go.<br />
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We took the earliest morning flight from Seoul Gimpo airport. Thankfully, we were blessed with fair weather on the flight out.<br />
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Upon arrival we proceeded to our car rental. Car rental prices vary depending on car model and travel season. There are a bunch of travel agencies to choose from online offering hotel/car/plane packages (also combinations of 2 are available) which are also great deals. Bottomline is, all prices depend on the season whether you choose to get agency services or not. Summer is obviously the peak and they drop from fall to winter seasons. Cars already include GPS navigation. I suggest to bring your own navigation if you have so as not to waste time exploring a new gadget while on new territory.<br />
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We had a planned itinerary for each day however, the weather wasn't too cooperative when we arrived. Initially, we intended to explore the northern Jeju city and the Western coasts on the first day. With the help of the officer from the Tourist Information Office in Yongdu-am, she provided us suggestions of places to visit should the rain wouldn't stop the rest of the day. So we ended up in Seogwipo/Jungmun area in the south which we originally intended for the second day. Fortunately, it was quite sunny down there but still too windy for some lazy stroll by the beach and the tides were soaring that most people like us skipped the beaches and chose to tour various themed museums. Thankfully, the rain had stopped around early afternoon. We were almost exhausted by the time we drove back to our hotel in Jeju City but that didn't stop us to try the famous 'black pig' samgyeopsal.<br />
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Overall, there are a million and one ways to enjoy the island. We spent three days and two nights here but time is too short to explore every attraction it has to offer. We were not faithful to our itinerary yet we enjoyed the luxury of driving around in traffic-free scenic roads, stopping by wherever and whenever for a photo-op, being in awe of nature, and fill our curiosity with each theme park or museum we had a chance to visit.<br />
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Here's a slideshow of some places we visited on our first and second days. Will write more about Jeju in the coming posts.<br />
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Yongdu-am<br />
Chunjeoyon Falls<br />
Saeseom Bird Island<br />
Teddy Bear Museum<br />
Sooinguk Theme Park<br />
Gimnyeong Coast<br />
Wind Power Complex<br />
Gimnyeong Beach<br />
Jungmun Beach<br />
Jungmun Resort Complex<br />
O'Sulluc Tea Museum<br />
<br />:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-63387672047272005592012-04-14T10:37:00.003-07:002012-04-14T18:44:22.900-07:00the things you write when you couldn't sleepI love it that Blogger's interface has never changed over the years. This way, I can easily get back from where I left off no matter how long it will take me. My so-called 'blogging life' has its own mood swings that usually takes months to recover. For starters, I am my own audience. I write here for ME. This is a little testament of my own (in)sanity, err, vanity. I applaud myself whenever I could formulate one paragraph right off the bat. If I could express my ideas in one cohesive sentence. If I could spot grammar lapses before I hit Publish. My posts have varied tones that I myself am amused at revealing different personalities.<br />
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So forgive me dear reader,<br />
...for revealing some, but none too much<br />
...for leading you on, but getting you nowhere<br />
...for making you wait, and wait some more<br />
...for being a tease, feeding your ego by reaffirming what you thought, knew or felt<br />
...for making you expect more but letting you down<br />
...for disappointing you with yet another meaningless post as this<br />
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And I appreciate you too<br />
...for reading and commenting with your true identities<br />
...for reading and commenting Anonymously<br />
...for browsing uninterestedly then clicking randomly through my multitude of links<br />
...for finding yourself here coming from the better blogs linking me<br />
...for reading and digging through older posts hoping to find dirt<br />
...for reposting my pics, with credit or not, who cares cause I don't check this blog as often as you anyways<br />
...for commenting with links to Viagra, NAKED MEN and mortgage/lending sites<br />
...for reading and telling yourself you knew better<br />
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It has been seven years now since i started this blog. Who knows if this will still survive another seven or more. As long as Blogger will remain unchanged, patronized and free--and I'm still here, certainly it will. If you happened to be there all those times or merely at one point, appreciating or loathing my short, sweet and senseless posts, to YOU I am greatly indebted.:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com3South Korea35.907757 127.7669220000000233.152345999999994 124.60938250000002 38.663168 130.92446150000004tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-15041632888569444972011-09-02T16:59:00.000-07:002011-09-02T22:25:01.782-07:00Hello there, old blog!!!I know it's been a while. Sorry for the long hiatus! If only blogger has a blackberry app, I could update this page every now and then...Guess, I'm too caught up with this smartphone craziness and my new 'mobility' that I could stand not being in front of a pc for weeks. Oh well, I promise to get back to you the soonest. I might even dress you up a little bit. Just like old times...:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-16631529643913541602010-10-09T00:19:00.001-07:002012-04-15T09:02:25.421-07:00Kimchi and moreIn between bouts of laundry and <i> The Hills</i> reruns, I managed a thought of kimchi outage on our table for the past weeks (or has it been months?). We sure had our constant supply from my mother-in-law replenished every so often but the last time she returned our huge plastic container, it was not the cabbage kimchi I expected but radish or <i>chonggak</i> kimchi which I cannot stand! I love our regular cabbage or <i>paechu </i>kimchi which I helped make for the first time last November along with my <i>omonim's</i> ajumma neighbors! That was my first daunting task as a dutiful daughter in law. :) And mind you, my MIL's kimchi is the best surpassing the restaurants' deliriously MSG filled goodness. Legend has it that my husband couldn't eat kimchi in his friends' houses when he was young.<br />
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I understood it's not kimchi making season yet so I opted to buy pre-packaged, over-priced cabbage kimchi from Lotte Mart. I definitely can never stand the <i>chonggak</i> kimchi's bitter taste and dreadful smell when taken out of the fridge. To date, we don't own a kimchi refrigerator as we're getting the stash from the mother ship (a.k.a. in-law's house and farm) along with other vegetables and rice. They live just about 5 minutes by car so it's almost just a trip down to my neighborhood sari-sari store! We're truly blessed to have in laws providing us with our basic needs as a newly-married couple. Btw, my neophyte tip to remedy the awful kimchi smell not to dominate your entire fridge or the kitchen for that matter is to cover the container first with plastic or saran wrap before putting on the lid. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">So what takes me to this point is this news article I've read a few days back on Chinese cabbage price hike affecting Korea's staple food for next year. The culprit it says is the unusual weather conditions that we are experiencing. True enough, it's almost we're skipping fall season this year with unusually cool to cold temperatures come nightfall and early mornings.</span> </span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img class="ibd1" height="200" name="article_photo" src="http://joongangdaily.joins.com/_data/photo/2010/09/30214541.jpg" width="175" /></span></div>Read full article on JoonAng Daily <a href="http://joongangdaily.joins.com/article/view.asp?aid=2926625">Cabbage crisis causes kimchi crunch</a>. To quote "<i>Even the Blue House has been hit. President Lee Myung-bak has switched from kimchi made from Chinese cabbages to European cabbages</i>..."<br />
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Now, who knows the relation between Heidi and cabbages? kidding...lolz!:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-59626381629548526622010-09-11T10:54:00.000-07:002010-09-26T18:04:50.986-07:00MusingsWell, I've been out of the loop for a while. It's not that I've been totally hibernating 'coz I still check this site once in a while or my blogger friends sites for the matter. Maybe I've been spending too much time on Facebook or Twitter reeling on more real-time posts (mostly not mine, though) that blogging may seem as ancient as mIRC trying to connect to a server! <br />
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It's almost the last quarter of the year...and the most (un)eventful so far. I'm pushing my third year in Korea and still struggling to learn the Language. I'm not blaming it on anyone or making excuses any longer for this sad fate. Heck, I don't want to even talk about it. I'm a big snob when it comes to this. So, pardon me...<br />
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I've started on a new job/employer at the start of the year and eventually, next week will be my last...Nice try, huh! Another tragic story that I'm not too happy talking about, either. It wasn't a big loss, anyway. One good thing came out of it though. I've gained experience in teaching adults in a classroom setting. So I've finally found some decent conversation while in class and not just playing silly games or tongue-in-cheek chants! And realized that I'm made for the latter anyways.<br />
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Our love story hasn't gone sour yet, I suppose. Rather, it has stabilized to where it should settle in the first place---reality. It's almost we're back to square one. We're still to coming to terms with <em>living</em> together. For the longest time, we couldn't <em>live without</em> each other. Now, we're torn as to which actually worked better. Don't get me wrong, we're still crazy about each other! And we're bound to have our own offspring sooner the better, I hope.<br />
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Again, pardon my 9-11, pre-chuseok musings. Not much to stir my husband's ancestors in high heavens! This is one difficult year, undoubtedly. But I'm still hopeful and thankful for the adequate 'harvest'<em> </em>and wishing for all my ajumma friends likewise.:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-45845929120078595572010-02-10T01:54:00.000-08:002010-10-08T18:37:24.062-07:00Adventureland<span style="font-size: 100%;">The 80's wasn't really my coming-of-age decade, but I have undying fascination of the youth culture that sprung out of the era. Blame it on my fanatic observations of my elder cousins, our underaged helpers, John Hughes' teen flicks, and mostly from the pop/punk/new wave music that defined the decade.<br />
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A recent discovery is the film <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1091722/">Adventureland</a> (2009). Set in 1987, about a group of teenagers on summer jobs at a local amusement park. Typical 80's teen movie elements aren't missed--the nerd virgins, the troubled pretty girl, the obnoxious hunk, the pot heads, the popular slut etc. But everything wasn't too typical at all! In fact, I enjoyed the gloomy suburban feel to it. And really, what could go wrong when <span style="font-style: italic;">Kristen Stewart</span> is one of the leads?<br />
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A real treat is the awesome soundtrack. Here's a playlist of the songs I enjoyed in the film. Hope you'll love them as much as I did!<br />
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1. Satellite of Love - Lou Reed<br />
2. I'm in Love with a Girl - Big Star<br />
3. Just like Heaven - The Cure<br />
4. Don't Dream it's Over - Crowded House<br />
5. Rock Me Amadeus - Falco<br />
6. Pale Blue Eyes - Velvet Underground</span><br />
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p.s. Lou Reed/Velvet Underground and Big Star were icons of the 60's and 70's respectively. Songs and artists featured in the movie OST were not necessarily part of the 80's music genre.:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-29650822313101088352009-12-27T01:21:00.000-08:002009-12-27T03:26:32.229-08:00LOVE<div style="text-align: center;">How should I begin...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJVLwAD3SxwyHsRB7vupuZ_0s-DYMqb4VqXy6F67l15yPrSDxtnVx1e90NJCTmCg8oSRC-vsrxfIFsQ38RCEqOuAWsI1rO73jzgM4JyZST6Tn9P1K6hyphenhyphenluGjQhUj1WkgYrqCn8/s1600-h/IMG_8951.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJVLwAD3SxwyHsRB7vupuZ_0s-DYMqb4VqXy6F67l15yPrSDxtnVx1e90NJCTmCg8oSRC-vsrxfIFsQ38RCEqOuAWsI1rO73jzgM4JyZST6Tn9P1K6hyphenhyphenluGjQhUj1WkgYrqCn8/s320/IMG_8951.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419850162918034018" border="0" /></a></div><br />Let's just say Love hits you...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqshoQnw45w_qaza-GK3szwmydsmxRwrZm2yrWaQe8LPh9CQ-ih2lBx9rXCpn-TIsTJx2YUIzb5zFnmnHBNiHXqN-aAsLpfpBk55Z8aKQ8Baz5OKFB-BlIHOG-n1eVDK7JU8LF/s1600-h/IMG_9562.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqshoQnw45w_qaza-GK3szwmydsmxRwrZm2yrWaQe8LPh9CQ-ih2lBx9rXCpn-TIsTJx2YUIzb5zFnmnHBNiHXqN-aAsLpfpBk55Z8aKQ8Baz5OKFB-BlIHOG-n1eVDK7JU8LF/s320/IMG_9562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419855287709666130" border="0" /></a><br /><br />at the most unexpected places or time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVbvERML0MiUl62pOrCNnuTFqDUy2JqgNYLLF2R95kaktm2tniwB7zrO_hKO5OS0c4sT7v1BNpY_glSNX-HNO-Wh0niYwpH9KaHIhcuzAujUkp0Z8XxcWoP2WsqYv0JA3avUz/s1600-h/IMG_9668.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVbvERML0MiUl62pOrCNnuTFqDUy2JqgNYLLF2R95kaktm2tniwB7zrO_hKO5OS0c4sT7v1BNpY_glSNX-HNO-Wh0niYwpH9KaHIhcuzAujUkp0Z8XxcWoP2WsqYv0JA3avUz/s320/IMG_9668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419850582584812482" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But I wouldn't also advise to just sit and wait,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvHo40uigIsw4uYxSd7UC6YW6AJ9OZCT42Uf-b7gOHHh9kk00KrZGnaUcid0kXBjzQ4Xyg5nViLFwt3LBJmtvG8WUETpuTKkEjAlYAMVkvfdVi8Cgt1JqwYV7-mecORXEY7ntZ/s1600-h/IMG_9269.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvHo40uigIsw4uYxSd7UC6YW6AJ9OZCT42Uf-b7gOHHh9kk00KrZGnaUcid0kXBjzQ4Xyg5nViLFwt3LBJmtvG8WUETpuTKkEjAlYAMVkvfdVi8Cgt1JqwYV7-mecORXEY7ntZ/s320/IMG_9269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419851042822996610" border="0" /></a><br /><br />as the most positive or the frustrated would say.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbil8ogQ73XIAVQIg-FwjkW_vPvFpC967qz-RCL_0W5mBOdNA7_K6pLgcu9Oqij_HzK6F89RPQ3vvw9Lr-ax7COlFDJH6fsW5idUkP6oppfyM7v1Gl-MtwEFAgjLHhyphenhyphenm4lECY1/s1600-h/IMG_9040.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbil8ogQ73XIAVQIg-FwjkW_vPvFpC967qz-RCL_0W5mBOdNA7_K6pLgcu9Oqij_HzK6F89RPQ3vvw9Lr-ax7COlFDJH6fsW5idUkP6oppfyM7v1Gl-MtwEFAgjLHhyphenhyphenm4lECY1/s320/IMG_9040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419851436277425794" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Loving may take courage, a little luck, or loads of prayer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMiEcEhVweUThQWexF_UoyNRyQ9iitZWtPg6ef9xmniAkGCX2Mt-HNtNEv2JzaeyCs8e_DQ_m_ItEYVn0wTKx8mJiYINpueX8FoPmIFLiYKJuW9vsyJFrc8SeYO_ZYoXfR-Tmr/s1600-h/IMG_9115.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMiEcEhVweUThQWexF_UoyNRyQ9iitZWtPg6ef9xmniAkGCX2Mt-HNtNEv2JzaeyCs8e_DQ_m_ItEYVn0wTKx8mJiYINpueX8FoPmIFLiYKJuW9vsyJFrc8SeYO_ZYoXfR-Tmr/s320/IMG_9115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419852514455669698" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Love had been many things for me...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZVPxR0YZLFbKHBcZgMeb8BtBhKxp23mOgrY7S-saO6T-dfNAdQlxhZiqG2nVJGPm638-5IpbzrzwnccyPNJxML1nhqilG7oGrZoRagX4X8E7v-JTp387dnB1iibbtXcFZY55w/s1600-h/IMG_9387.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZVPxR0YZLFbKHBcZgMeb8BtBhKxp23mOgrY7S-saO6T-dfNAdQlxhZiqG2nVJGPm638-5IpbzrzwnccyPNJxML1nhqilG7oGrZoRagX4X8E7v-JTp387dnB1iibbtXcFZY55w/s320/IMG_9387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419853906315722018" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It took me a while to understand,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi43G8caoaMH1Sdn700lQb-yA05QjjnfvJgyDjVNaiJWKsMSS-iJ5u7Kwev47IjIh39261C4kCYkKUoPJMbGDEWt8mzwPRBlvqIILON2pr5g-pqANUmLeb37Rk7ntnXttlEhD5E/s1600-h/IMG_9012.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi43G8caoaMH1Sdn700lQb-yA05QjjnfvJgyDjVNaiJWKsMSS-iJ5u7Kwev47IjIh39261C4kCYkKUoPJMbGDEWt8mzwPRBlvqIILON2pr5g-pqANUmLeb37Rk7ntnXttlEhD5E/s320/IMG_9012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419853095675092466" border="0" /></a><br /><br />or maybe I still don't after all...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmKJtuT7QA_Po-FDtcBP_TBHqLRS4uKBeiJu9iZ7ml5Ib4Ss7kKqsffUCyXN9oglIRGaV70HZjY_0NbkQpiVJ7-AMDk4Cp0UFh-QNJVxPf_6Biu3WPQHX5OsHqnnnusbukJEIi/s1600-h/IMG_9512.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmKJtuT7QA_Po-FDtcBP_TBHqLRS4uKBeiJu9iZ7ml5Ib4Ss7kKqsffUCyXN9oglIRGaV70HZjY_0NbkQpiVJ7-AMDk4Cp0UFh-QNJVxPf_6Biu3WPQHX5OsHqnnnusbukJEIi/s320/IMG_9512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419854847217923810" border="0" /></a><br /><br />All I know is it felt right from the beginning,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvQNKzv8wPoaoyosL9mlrVaXTlX6-MCCS9qQo3E4_lY5sy2KQZQo6j75t625QjlNxwGeJ-UJyX9ajn-CxDEbfPxxNI44REj2pu8_esRXPGV7ILb474AXv36LTyQZVnqngIQ5fp/s1600-h/IMG_9697.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvQNKzv8wPoaoyosL9mlrVaXTlX6-MCCS9qQo3E4_lY5sy2KQZQo6j75t625QjlNxwGeJ-UJyX9ajn-CxDEbfPxxNI44REj2pu8_esRXPGV7ILb474AXv36LTyQZVnqngIQ5fp/s320/IMG_9697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419858301435975986" border="0" /></a><br /><br />unpretentious and alive...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn3Ctl8JJY2bWzXt8Q4Duti-y1w9NtDKCVyQctPJvAnkV4gAByg3oB2GNaOwQSRLha6EE6Q9lEkygmfdETE8C5DOnLyP8J-3s90YvdnwyrNAb0YOAG5qCVvstZLnXvShRib3Ea/s1600-h/IMG_9725.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn3Ctl8JJY2bWzXt8Q4Duti-y1w9NtDKCVyQctPJvAnkV4gAByg3oB2GNaOwQSRLha6EE6Q9lEkygmfdETE8C5DOnLyP8J-3s90YvdnwyrNAb0YOAG5qCVvstZLnXvShRib3Ea/s320/IMG_9725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419861278982329026" border="0" /></a><br /><br />...a breath of fresh air.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbFldq02U3DU1bWR-4NRGDSUtIzE8uwRAq26NeY2uTQdvU98KdngOb3RK63yE5C0qVVkZJdAwRhNEU2MCSj2KRJkTDGPzf4tihzYveKTQs31gbt85_QEW4Bk4KjDV47ZYJBoM6/s1600-h/IMG_9201.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbFldq02U3DU1bWR-4NRGDSUtIzE8uwRAq26NeY2uTQdvU98KdngOb3RK63yE5C0qVVkZJdAwRhNEU2MCSj2KRJkTDGPzf4tihzYveKTQs31gbt85_QEW4Bk4KjDV47ZYJBoM6/s320/IMG_9201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419855685362393970" border="0" /></a><br /><br />a HAPPY thought!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJSxtCdQdB4JyRJWXSPeNa19_8q4GDgzOFdLoIiY84LdDjhv6BmuaU2apab6RzKyUNfSr2S5hLH2RcW-9H4bcCW6YSF8hM-Ku5BIDqatF80sDX685ctmlaKsLnDLJ9qTRlIY-8/s1600-h/IMG_9404.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJSxtCdQdB4JyRJWXSPeNa19_8q4GDgzOFdLoIiY84LdDjhv6BmuaU2apab6RzKyUNfSr2S5hLH2RcW-9H4bcCW6YSF8hM-Ku5BIDqatF80sDX685ctmlaKsLnDLJ9qTRlIY-8/s320/IMG_9404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419856088831594258" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And I was ready to give it a chance,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz6q-dEE4c9zX5Ub4IrPUzT5sFTQ82aMrkKdLi6QlDwyxOOubfpQMvLNevfKrq2GMK88MRdz8joH6tclSBMm7YdNXvcmk9S9944BVpfIw8gh3DVhNlsRRfDcY-rc0dFiU-QQFm/s1600-h/IMG_9103.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz6q-dEE4c9zX5Ub4IrPUzT5sFTQ82aMrkKdLi6QlDwyxOOubfpQMvLNevfKrq2GMK88MRdz8joH6tclSBMm7YdNXvcmk9S9944BVpfIw8gh3DVhNlsRRfDcY-rc0dFiU-QQFm/s320/IMG_9103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419856931988815554" border="0" /></a><br /><br />to give it my all...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWD7iKbJSIpSiOP_Bsssf2kViuTfOuoRVv8eBtv1zwrlpXOynLU-pQSQOkZYBsHHgOLf9Oda51Ga2CVEq9ksVnLoveqw4ulapvWId-MhxhBeL5BokZtx3TwZgIzvs2jeV9iwzD/s1600-h/IMG_9296.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWD7iKbJSIpSiOP_Bsssf2kViuTfOuoRVv8eBtv1zwrlpXOynLU-pQSQOkZYBsHHgOLf9Oda51Ga2CVEq9ksVnLoveqw4ulapvWId-MhxhBeL5BokZtx3TwZgIzvs2jeV9iwzD/s320/IMG_9296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419859153937783890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />for better or worse...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiherYB-3GWl-MhP88t4boxVaWbUCVDQTHVuBF-hsdzQUvn0foSml3ftDx1kmb1fMJ4vGMMKiDLxIDC7O4eQvUhjd03BzJG7R_oTg4knN5n2okYtJeWOEIA7psugms72PFjHyTP/s1600-h/IMG_4678.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiherYB-3GWl-MhP88t4boxVaWbUCVDQTHVuBF-hsdzQUvn0foSml3ftDx1kmb1fMJ4vGMMKiDLxIDC7O4eQvUhjd03BzJG7R_oTg4knN5n2okYtJeWOEIA7psugms72PFjHyTP/s320/IMG_4678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419862562076002338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Him and Me<br />with our families</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Nov. 22, 2009<br />Uijoeongbu, South Korea</span><br /><br /><br /></div>:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-31070954903928533562009-08-26T09:06:00.000-07:002014-10-18T06:11:11.667-07:00Taga-uma*@Korea<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 85%;">I remember Genevieve or 'Bevs' during our freshman year in U.P. Visayas (Miagao, Iloilo) as the girl who usually sits in the front row, throwing witty insights with a dose of sarcasm to our professors. In her petite but strong-willed frame, and proud <span style="font-style: italic;">Kinaray-a</span> (from Antique) accent, we knew she was deemed for bigger things. Little did we know that it would all come too soon for her.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiirhG3qLtEeA-Mfg86ZcX7bWgtG0LuGABuqms0dmN7Qk0gsJu8872OCQi3QH8SR5STQfIKv39g6J5xsJhmi58pLZ8Oyiy7UtJJSc-qVdmIntctDKlW2qnJ0D4WZsYOdxaeCYQf/s1600-h/gen.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiirhG3qLtEeA-Mfg86ZcX7bWgtG0LuGABuqms0dmN7Qk0gsJu8872OCQi3QH8SR5STQfIKv39g6J5xsJhmi58pLZ8Oyiy7UtJJSc-qVdmIntctDKlW2qnJ0D4WZsYOdxaeCYQf/s320/gen.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374306120421079810" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 227px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 170px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Genevieve L. Asenjo</span> is perhaps the most celebrated alumna of our class in the Humanities. She earned her first Don Carlos Palanca Memorial award for Literature at 22 (<span style="font-style: italic;">Hiligaynon </span>short story<span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">tagauma@manila</span></span>),</span><span style="font-size: 85%;"> published her first collection of short stories at 25, (<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Taga-uma@manila kag iba pa nga pakipagsapalaran (A collection of Short Story in Kinaray-a</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">)</span> and a PhD in Literature at 28 (<span style="font-style: italic;">High Distinction and Outstanding Dissertation Award</span>) . From 2003 to present, she is an Assistant Professor at De La Salle University in Manila.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Currently on leave for a study grant here in S. Korea, she explores this part of the peninsula with childlike enthusiasm. <span style="font-style: italic;">Hangeul </span>classes at the Korea University are part of her daily routine aside from the cultural tours integrated within the program. She's also keen on exploring and researching for some new material for a new project. Perhaps a novel, a prose, a screenplay...who knows? And yes, if you ask her why she is in Korea she'll straightforwardly tell you...<span style="font-style: italic;">'To fall in love!"</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Despite all her <span style="font-style: italic;">nakaka-windang </span>accolades, she still remains to be the same charming, down-to-earth Bevs that we knew.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">How did your writing career began?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">I was discovered in a literary event in UPV during my last year in college. I was invited to pursue my </span><span style="font-size: 85%;">master’s degree in DLSU, and was offered an entry position as faculty.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What’s the transition like coming from UP to La Salle?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">My first job was like on a different status. Sort of a culture shock. I didn’t know at first how to grade! But everyone was helpful so it was not really that difficult.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What are your impressions of South Korea and the Koreans?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Seoul is cleaner and more organized than Manila. I was amazed sa dami ng flowers! On my first day, I was tempted to pick up some roses down the walls in the neighborhood. Bigla kong naisip, baka may law and there would be a headline: <span style="font-style: italic;">"Filipina, arrested for picking roses in Seoul"</span>! Katakot!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What are your insights about Pinoys in Korea?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">During mass on Sundays sa Hyewa, ang daming lalaki. Obviously, mga lalaki ang pumupunta dito para mag-work. Ang available na work para sa mga lalaki. Napaiyak ako noong una, thinking ito ang mga magulang na may mga pamilya na naiwan, iniwan sa Pinas, at nangungulila rito kasi ako nga, nalulungkot e.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Favorite Korean food?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Bibimbap!</span> I'm fine with Korean food. Lahat makain ko, actually. Di lang masyadong nakakabusog kaya on the first week weeks, feeling ko palagi akong gutom.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Can you recommend some notable Korean literature.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Marami magagaling, mahirap nga lang ang mga pangalan! Saka ito 'yong 'serious literature'. Gusto ko ang isa sa pinakasikat nilang poet, si <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ko Un</span>. Kaya lang matanda na. Nakapunta ito sa 'Pinas. Ipinanganak siya during the Japanese occupation at naging Buddhist monk after the Korean war. Doon siya simulang nagsulat. Then lumabas din at nag-asawa ng isang literature prof. O, di ba?... Nakakainggit na they are really writing in Korean. Nakakamangha na ang binabasa nila - like Harry Potter - in Korean translation. In short, they are reading the world in their own language. <span style="font-style: italic;">Mismo!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What’s the direction of Phil Literature in your opinion?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">I think we are doing fine sa Phil. Lit. Most academe based nga lang. We are writing in different Phil. languages and nagpa-publish na rin ngayon internationally other than 'yong mga matatandang writers. Last year, Filipino ang nanalo ng grand prize sa Man Asia Literary Award. Ito ang isang prestigious award sa Asia. </span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Novel ito in English. </span><span style="font-size: 85%;">This year, andaming nasa shortlist. Visit <a href="http://panitikan.com.ph/">panitikan.com.ph</a>. Dito mababasa ang ilan sa mga works ng maraming magagaling na Pinoy writers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Do you have any special projects in Korea?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">I volunteered for<span style="font-style: italic;"> <a href="http://www.sulyapinoy.org/">Sulyapinoy</a></span> and they scheduled me for a talk on Sept. 27 (tentative date) after the mass. Literature and globalization ang general topic. Philippine-Korea ang context. Baka mag-facilitate rin ako ng writers workshop sa grupo ng mga Filipino women married to Korean sa Busan sometime in October. I'm trying to write my projects - poetry and fiction - aside from my official activities here that include studying <span style="font-style: italic;">Hangeul</span> and doing cultural tours.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What's the next step for you in the Philippines?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">My next book, my first novel, is coming out this December. The title is <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Lumbay ng Dila"</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>(Loneliness of Tongue).You can read the first few chapters on this link. <a href="http://www.philjol.info/philjol/index.php/IDEYA/article/viewArticle/952">http://www.philjol.info/philjol/index.php/IDEYA/article/viewArticle/952</a>.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_9nOnTy8dKQHYI1oUNtqEnjhGvYtT6o01nqNV2g-DHmkT7cMw_JAlMb2L7sfE8PJKLKBnfnySmmX_YeAKfUEP8FjieLfSZafufjjQLbGScALgxnFYf-jFbsXwzDQZqWjTvd3k/s1600-h/gen1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_9nOnTy8dKQHYI1oUNtqEnjhGvYtT6o01nqNV2g-DHmkT7cMw_JAlMb2L7sfE8PJKLKBnfnySmmX_YeAKfUEP8FjieLfSZafufjjQLbGScALgxnFYf-jFbsXwzDQZqWjTvd3k/s320/gen1.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374306353398098754" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 255px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 120px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Dr. Genevieve L. Asenjo</span> is a poet, fictionist, researcher, translator, cultural worker, and Assistant Professor at De La Salle University-Manila. She is the author of <span style="font-style: italic;">Pula ang Kulay ng Text Message</span> (University of San Agustin Press, 2006), a poetry collection in Kinaray-a and Filipino, and <span style="font-style: italic;">taga-uma@manila kag iba pa nga pakipagsapalaran</span> (NCCA, 2005), a collection of stories in Kinaray-a. She is a three-time Don Carlos Palanca awardee for her stories in Hiligaynon and two-time Home Life Magazine awardee for her poems in Filipino. She is a member of Philippine International-PEN, Philippine Studies Association, and the NCCA Translation Committee. She has published in national anthologies, magazines, and journals. She has earned writing fellowships and served as panelist in writing workshops. She has a Master of Fine Arts in Creati</span><span style="font-size: 85%;">ve Writing and a Ph.D. in Literature at DLSU.<br /><span style="font-size: 78%;">Source: Mothertongue Publishing Inc.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">*Taga-uma </span></span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">- in the Hiligaynon dialect, pertaining to a person living or hailing from the countryside or with provincial roots.</span></span></div>
:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-24829651985941516822009-08-25T03:56:00.000-07:002009-08-26T09:46:13.000-07:00Hyewha on a Sunday<span style="font-size:85%;">Hyewha-dong is the Pinoys' "melting pot" in Seoul. Never could one imagine a crowd of Filipinos in all forms and sizes, in mother tongues so diversed, could assemble in one little </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >'Bayan'</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> --</span>not even in Quiapo nor Divisoria.<br /><br />The Hyewha Catholic Church serves as the Pinoys' comfort zone on a Sunday. Tagalog mass is conducted at 1:30pm. For somebody like me who would usually take hearing mass for granted, I was moved by the simple <span style="font-style: italic;">"Alleluia"</span> being sang in Filipino.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">Kudos to the awesome Pinoy all-male choir!</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIsVE8pMuCbihGOeeZOXzuxCfunFrNKrb0OmYHE3ecKfxcDUBliOqs5NgRgPzkt9PosF2fJDPYsg7N9_8XMyCCb41BKTqzqegWXQOld2U5zhRlfLutnUIphwJpH_hp1nW2J_W4/s1600-h/hyewa+008.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIsVE8pMuCbihGOeeZOXzuxCfunFrNKrb0OmYHE3ecKfxcDUBliOqs5NgRgPzkt9PosF2fJDPYsg7N9_8XMyCCb41BKTqzqegWXQOld2U5zhRlfLutnUIphwJpH_hp1nW2J_W4/s320/hyewa+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373859207916763906" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi4w91TpTfpEsUuHTV6T1YKnxZToXMHBOTVmaaL_3fZ_LBIrNwuxZ4_CpPLoS-OEorj-qutrjhkUYaVrfbXbph6pDfrQUQJ0G-dLhdoXQEVYH6cG3RHDOjO2KT7I-8jULiO5PD/s1600-h/hyewa+010.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi4w91TpTfpEsUuHTV6T1YKnxZToXMHBOTVmaaL_3fZ_LBIrNwuxZ4_CpPLoS-OEorj-qutrjhkUYaVrfbXbph6pDfrQUQJ0G-dLhdoXQEVYH6cG3RHDOjO2KT7I-8jULiO5PD/s320/hyewa+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373861657935337234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">And what better way to celebrate a Sunday but to satisfy our craving for some Pinoy comfort food! <span style="font-style: italic;">Carinderias </span>sprout everywhere the area on this busy day. A set meal could start from 5,000 won which includes 2 <span style="font-style: italic;">ulam</span>, soup and rice even good for 2! (as in <span style="font-style: italic;">lamon</span> to!) I was too absorbed in eating my <span style="font-style: italic;">sisig</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">bakareta</span> that I forgot to take some shots! Street food from <span style="font-style: italic;">bananacue</span> to squid balls shouldn't be missed as well! A bonus to other foreigners is that vendors can speak both in English and in Korean!</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Here's the </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >palengke</span><span style="font-size:85%;">-day scene outside the church. </span><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijboobJL_7hSQWzkt1NMzMajUPZbJIbtjrrrrcBYQPKbyPTpUxLwO9cLaVwn12q9oxWCKCYVRdXitpV1sh3jaD-1Qe1Hr2nrDyd34K43vxcSs0h134cjrN2JrWVT2khRy3Edev/s1600-h/hyewa+007.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijboobJL_7hSQWzkt1NMzMajUPZbJIbtjrrrrcBYQPKbyPTpUxLwO9cLaVwn12q9oxWCKCYVRdXitpV1sh3jaD-1Qe1Hr2nrDyd34K43vxcSs0h134cjrN2JrWVT2khRy3Edev/s320/hyewa+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373865778721588770" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />HOT vendors Piolo and Sam...joke<span style="font-style: italic;"> lang po!</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-vOx-VQu01j07y73MQDg3E6dd5oiej_TQ4s_gzfzDCb3I1Xaw8rvFuXvEH4aSHk7AvjjIzvHcl3-OhMtlX-KrUOA_6BGsEzzZa67C0p2L2t-Poy1EE5c8zTxxW3Lusv5OMaZ/s1600-h/hyewa+006.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-vOx-VQu01j07y73MQDg3E6dd5oiej_TQ4s_gzfzDCb3I1Xaw8rvFuXvEH4aSHk7AvjjIzvHcl3-OhMtlX-KrUOA_6BGsEzzZa67C0p2L2t-Poy1EE5c8zTxxW3Lusv5OMaZ/s320/hyewa+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373866310626456082" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Canned goods to bring home!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0mLA_TBsFsbGLUgoS9VF8lYbLtbOqdTP4lbgnBg3zbAwxZeuRmoYjvLCT_c2mXtj6BXB9C7YXb8TyHgfFRYDgBXfkJV3xf-_DolRXIWm40YuC36yw5BNS-JZnYStUuklniEgl/s1600-h/hyewa+014.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0mLA_TBsFsbGLUgoS9VF8lYbLtbOqdTP4lbgnBg3zbAwxZeuRmoYjvLCT_c2mXtj6BXB9C7YXb8TyHgfFRYDgBXfkJV3xf-_DolRXIWm40YuC36yw5BNS-JZnYStUuklniEgl/s320/hyewa+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373871350468376274" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Only in the Philippines...<span style="font-style: italic;">balut </span>and <span style="font-style: italic;">mangga</span>!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnHvo-w3U4JvmBJuB4CoxZjWPBVTa9BE44Mxpf5HJNVdFiEG7jCnhYAF-YN_JhfzSUXc26BaJqmXh6jb5YylLVoRBWP5iG8_gUCecmE_ge-g4sNKlCoC0KjsHAevaTSdHR-2BB/s1600-h/hyewa+013.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnHvo-w3U4JvmBJuB4CoxZjWPBVTa9BE44Mxpf5HJNVdFiEG7jCnhYAF-YN_JhfzSUXc26BaJqmXh6jb5YylLVoRBWP5iG8_gUCecmE_ge-g4sNKlCoC0KjsHAevaTSdHR-2BB/s320/hyewa+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373867600913155394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The <span style="font-style: italic;">Palenkeras</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Palengkero</span>...<br />Myself, writer-friend<a href="http://t-bonesteaks.blogspot.com/2009/08/taga-umakorea.html"> Gen Asenjo</a>, on a study grant hiatus and Zach of <a href="http://sulyapinoy.org/">Sulyapinoy.org</a>!</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU3IhnkJhN24YXsPoy6uuL1ORvEL58SIhWTBVTnuGWgcKsajWKJqsZr7cHOeO7Y8MUqKv7h1WGsaQxTsBJ6UgJUdp9FQso7_iggYX0oJiQEIvE4hCAoYhlCuOJMta4TB8QOGyc/s1600-h/hyewa+002.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU3IhnkJhN24YXsPoy6uuL1ORvEL58SIhWTBVTnuGWgcKsajWKJqsZr7cHOeO7Y8MUqKv7h1WGsaQxTsBJ6UgJUdp9FQso7_iggYX0oJiQEIvE4hCAoYhlCuOJMta4TB8QOGyc/s320/hyewa+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373871969607151618" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div></div>:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-62517953657111126212009-08-21T09:55:00.000-07:002010-10-14T18:59:24.660-07:00Dae Jang Geum Theme Park<span style="font-size: 85%;">And so we were bored on a scorching Sunday afternoon. How redundant can it get? Husband and I decided to take a little tour not very far from where he lived. And guess what was there all along? The </span><span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;">Dae Jang Geum</span><span style="font-size: 85%;"> Theme Park! Yes, the site of the famous drama </span><span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;">Dae Jang Geum</span><span style="font-size: 85%;"> or </span><span style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;">"Jewel in the Palace"</span><span style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;">.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaC13tr0JVcidmKwFw06GehFBptKXYvfHFPhhgpxWqeb7_7lDGFrfWHW2uV8UmdbWKRE4Fmjeegmy0ii3xM7C1HrrTXWIFo4PicGNMoj2LlIAFoXDl1GwbTJ50Q9jlCUBiBOBj/s1600-h/phil+067.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372480144450151858" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaC13tr0JVcidmKwFw06GehFBptKXYvfHFPhhgpxWqeb7_7lDGFrfWHW2uV8UmdbWKRE4Fmjeegmy0ii3xM7C1HrrTXWIFo4PicGNMoj2LlIAFoXDl1GwbTJ50Q9jlCUBiBOBj/s320/phil+067.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 166px; width: 222px;" /></a></div><span style="font-size: 85%;">We were two strangers trying to 'acquaint' ourselves with this quaint theme park. Me, perhaps being the only Filipino who has not seen the drama, and him enjoying his first visit after almost 15 years. Once it was just a park open to public built by MBC TV station, then reconstructed into a drama set in 2003. I can't believe he never attempted to sneak in to watch the filming inside when this place is almost just across his street! Tsk, tsk...</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqpqsgTDPiC_tj3NxhrrlOwJu4VS1m9WvTLsrW65mT4ac7P7iZLsW5dP9_GOfgTGtYbyEA0jUxXWkjZ5RDJKJa2nWv8_KWCQgUMzVbhK3auLMxNvTcAe2IZhPou5sd2ZvXxiL2/s1600-h/phil+074.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372478698202439074" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqpqsgTDPiC_tj3NxhrrlOwJu4VS1m9WvTLsrW65mT4ac7P7iZLsW5dP9_GOfgTGtYbyEA0jUxXWkjZ5RDJKJa2nWv8_KWCQgUMzVbhK3auLMxNvTcAe2IZhPou5sd2ZvXxiL2/s320/phil+074.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 231px; width: 173px;" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Lee Young-Ae is even her favorite actress!</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfA2Ax6KOqAxohcHPmWemD2fxZ-bnYsD4mmssccvjPGDl1puJ3rFOE_J8iHA4bUK9KbFKcusND7Msq4WtWRZ1fcgFbog-VfzNGAyOBkuiTiKJEAfQn5rkYeIzxT-1MDNLvlRbO/s1600-h/Photo090816_006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372477281748455826" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfA2Ax6KOqAxohcHPmWemD2fxZ-bnYsD4mmssccvjPGDl1puJ3rFOE_J8iHA4bUK9KbFKcusND7Msq4WtWRZ1fcgFbog-VfzNGAyOBkuiTiKJEAfQn5rkYeIzxT-1MDNLvlRbO/s320/Photo090816_006.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 166px; width: 221px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Costumes for Rent</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hhm5PmYrG7fJMjkO4tSk1YTUO3wO90rDgQHy9kVM7_Nl8lXNbTdUrUkvlz7mjaU-ivCxBz3eEKQEQev2v7QsDbdBS1ITrDYf8bp_RCVxCD2YyGh9r5bvxXFeNv_gtN4DGZIb/s1600-h/Photo090816_034.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372476984667737730" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hhm5PmYrG7fJMjkO4tSk1YTUO3wO90rDgQHy9kVM7_Nl8lXNbTdUrUkvlz7mjaU-ivCxBz3eEKQEQev2v7QsDbdBS1ITrDYf8bp_RCVxCD2YyGh9r5bvxXFeNv_gtN4DGZIb/s320/Photo090816_034.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 162px; width: 215px;" /></a></div><span style="font-size: 85%;">MBC Studios</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">The soccer field at the foreground where he used to play</span><span style="font-size: 85%;"> when he was young.</span></div><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Entrance fee: 5,000 won<br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">(1,000W discount for Yangju City residents)</span><br />
Tour duration: approx. 1.5 hours<br />
Killing time while tripping down memory lane: Priceless</span>! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><strong>How to get here:</strong> take Seoul Metro Line 1. Get off at Yangju Station exit 1 and cross the street. A local Yellow bus marked DaeJangeum Thema Park (#2-4) leaves approx. every 5 minutes.</em></div>:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-79645117926267420782009-08-06T04:21:00.000-07:002009-08-06T04:26:42.098-07:00Tao lang...<div style="text-align: center;">The picture can speak for itself....until you read the caption!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0q53m0evszxm2VkxYLZw6WVHc145SNqKTapLIcks-Elp0r7OO7H0kNDO6SH827sqH9TlUVvwtUSDspLAvTjdbUY3C5292O4peS2xhe_tbuMZFYhf4ordhAG9GCZ2uvX7SCj7/s1600-h/cory.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 376px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0q53m0evszxm2VkxYLZw6WVHc145SNqKTapLIcks-Elp0r7OO7H0kNDO6SH827sqH9TlUVvwtUSDspLAvTjdbUY3C5292O4peS2xhe_tbuMZFYhf4ordhAG9GCZ2uvX7SCj7/s320/cory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366809845162741682" border="0" /></a>Manila Bulletin 'to ha!!!<br /></div>:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-62044724139276264092009-08-05T06:47:00.000-07:002009-08-05T08:59:47.951-07:00Tita Cory<span style="font-size:85%;">The tearful Philippine skies were almost like a prelude to the Filipinos mourning over Cory Aquino's passing. From the first day of our week-long trip down to the last, the skies were all but gloomy. Our beach front rooms in Boracay were of no use except for viewing the swaying coconut trees. The pool-resort I reserved in Bacolod only served as backdrop to the daily downpour. Nevertheless, the trip was a memorable one for all of us. With some major and minor nuances also meant to be forgotten. Still, I'm thankful that we're back in Korea all in one piece.<br /><br />On our last day, Sunday, we took Cebu Pacific's first flight out from Bacolod to Manila (better early than rushing to our flight back to Korea at around 3pm). I was still heady and delirius while chatting with my friend Dulce whom we met in Makati. And when the newspaper-boy passed by with this image on the front page I just gasped like I completely understood it. And my friend confirmed, 'Yes, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >day</span><span style="font-size:85%;">...last night'. (</span><span style="font-size:85%;">Btw, no newspapers on Cebu Pacific's discounted flights on economy class, local and international...nor food and water! buti na lang may upuan! hehe...</span>)<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq4EThX-DTYx8xf-Uxet464Xav0ue94FLka2BjNOyHJ64D5ug5HV_ytdrPvogQ0XDLDtg5eyhvs5-1WAVmaUJnOCaxVYGPWezuYr38ak6-KQg1fkq63cBN3PZ-sBoSSgvCb2Ld/s1600-h/phil+062.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq4EThX-DTYx8xf-Uxet464Xav0ue94FLka2BjNOyHJ64D5ug5HV_ytdrPvogQ0XDLDtg5eyhvs5-1WAVmaUJnOCaxVYGPWezuYr38ak6-KQg1fkq63cBN3PZ-sBoSSgvCb2Ld/s320/phil+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366482922091040946" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Here are some photos from <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">The Philippine Star's</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </span>inside spread tribute.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuvWxd-F7j3L5k4T5yhzDNiQ_4gWCWAYe-H_GfbiCU1eT9Y6LlfgFgeEyudqeXLpXtiXcFISeX01r29KzRly6ojvd64UE5_vgj4j6ZK7_p_5AP77qjOUEyTXk7jFtKOMRe4Y2L/s1600-h/phil+063.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuvWxd-F7j3L5k4T5yhzDNiQ_4gWCWAYe-H_GfbiCU1eT9Y6LlfgFgeEyudqeXLpXtiXcFISeX01r29KzRly6ojvd64UE5_vgj4j6ZK7_p_5AP77qjOUEyTXk7jFtKOMRe4Y2L/s320/phil+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366486584133615906" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >1986 Inauguration and People Power Rallies.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWrH97lfRJ7UOEof2Kx2KMV19rBb9Yj0aYn_WDhelCQZrNiZx18Z7ZKikEB0n8Uy1qFOND7KGWUOZk115CC12FqZCN1oq0DcqkghrJEgrxTtOEt9gH56eHVW1_tws26LZyViH7/s1600-h/phil+067.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWrH97lfRJ7UOEof2Kx2KMV19rBb9Yj0aYn_WDhelCQZrNiZx18Z7ZKikEB0n8Uy1qFOND7KGWUOZk115CC12FqZCN1oq0DcqkghrJEgrxTtOEt9gH56eHVW1_tws26LZyViH7/s320/phil+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366486684184412738" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >Cory and Ninoy's Wedding Day in 1954.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixvB1GWXg82_IT6VVoqUKBiSDDj-JZyX_uoxwpRxhnYBYZVqx-fZf7RUlP57bHgJUMSJpY5pYZ0ez-SBnFxQpqIPNLB0zvDS46CXsaE-a28eXdZ02jGTtBtkUCJjiuK1unF15U/s1600-h/phil.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixvB1GWXg82_IT6VVoqUKBiSDDj-JZyX_uoxwpRxhnYBYZVqx-fZf7RUlP57bHgJUMSJpY5pYZ0ez-SBnFxQpqIPNLB0zvDS46CXsaE-a28eXdZ02jGTtBtkUCJjiuK1unF15U/s320/phil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366489458680266242" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >Cory as a young <span style="font-style: italic;">Kulasa</span>. She was valedictorian in elementary school.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Prayer for a Happy Death</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">by Corazon C. Aquino</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(written while she was still in good health.<br />from The Philippine Star August 2, 2009)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Almighty God, most merciful Father<br />You alone know the time<br />You alone know the hour<br />You alone know the moment<br />When I shall breathe my last.<br /><br />So, remind me each day,<br />Most loving Father<br />To be the best that I can be.<br />To be humble, to be kind,<br />To be patient to be true<br />To embrace what is good,<br />To reject what is evil,<br />To adore only You.<br /><br />When that final moment does come,<br />Let not my loved ones grieve for long.<br />Let them comfort each other<br />And let them know how happiness<br />They brought into my life.<br />Let them pray for me,<br />As I will continue to pray for them,<br />Hoping that they will always pray for each other<br /><br />Let them know that they made possible<br />Whatever good I offered in our world.<br />And let them realize that our separation<br />Is just for a short while<br />As we prepare for our reunion in eternity.<br /><br />Our Father in heaven,<br />You alone are my hope,<br />You alone are my salvation.<br />Thank you for your unconditional love.<br />Amen.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Farewell, Tita Cory!<br />Thank you for making us believe in Democracy.<br />May your legacy remain in all of us.</span><br /></div></div></div></div>:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-66144247898795192522009-07-25T17:02:00.000-07:002009-07-25T19:35:51.045-07:00Homecoming<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Just one more sleep and I'll be back in the islands again. Counting my sleep is a habit I took after my kindergarten students when they're excited about something! ;) For sometime I've been praying, dreaming, wishing (cursing!) for good weather. Since 2-3 weeks ago I've been looking at weather forecast sites. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" ><a href="http://www.accuweather.com/">Accuweather</a></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > has a 15-day forecast and I've been following other sites too for any deviance. So far they seem consistent with their favorable forecast. Please God, grant us some Philippine sun even just for next week! And you can rain all you want after that! ...just kidding!</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >The weather wouldn't really matter to me if I was the only one coming home. But I'll be bringing my new Korean family as well. Yes, my husband (yup, we're legally married now but saying that takes some getting used to...with my friends I still refer to him as my </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >fafa</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > or </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >si lolo nyo</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >!) his parents and sister.<br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">It will be the first time for his father and sis so I want the vacation to be extra special. I want </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >aponim</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > to brag about San Miguel beer and the seafood to his friends and </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >agassi</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > about Boracay and the shopping malls when she comes back to the university. As for </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >omonim</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > it will be her second time but she's only been to Manila before. So it will be her chance to go island hopping in the Visayas. As for </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >yobo</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >, he's just excited to meet my dysfunctional family for the first time hehe...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >And yes...I'm so ecstatic to see my college friends in Iloilo again. One of my friends Yen will finally have her church wedding after 7 years and 2 kids. I remember attending her civil wedding in Manila City Hall just during her lunch break from work. Her husband is a seaman so they were rushing to wed just before his vacation ends.</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCuVniSgaxRoPcSxS5E1yHg4J3JOuMR5kvyBF3HfuYNwyzmHqawNVgNbPzENTCeQb8rS0PtpZ9ADwK0AiKOWe9bztOwE1qXjWn5vDcUPsFR_6fIVeYaaWZCKt-HNjm3ZXLxcdp/s1600-h/grad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCuVniSgaxRoPcSxS5E1yHg4J3JOuMR5kvyBF3HfuYNwyzmHqawNVgNbPzENTCeQb8rS0PtpZ9ADwK0AiKOWe9bztOwE1qXjWn5vDcUPsFR_6fIVeYaaWZCKt-HNjm3ZXLxcdp/s320/grad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362583262436758242" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">L-R: RED, CHE, ANA, BOB, CHEL, ME, ANN, HELEN, YEN, DULC, SHARA<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:85%;" >Here's a pic of us during our graduation in 2000. Yes, we're the Centennial Grads so we really worked our asses off just to get the bragging rights for that! In UP simply graduating in 4 years is already an accomplishment! Thanks to Richel for the Facebook tagging and pic upload.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div></div><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span>:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-66136906913594708752009-06-30T07:22:00.000-07:002010-10-14T19:18:32.530-07:00Anthem of the Mixed<div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Her name is <span style="font-weight: bold;">T.</span> aka Tasha Reid(Yoon Mi Rae). Mom is Korean and father is African-American. Wife to famous Korean hip-hop/rap artist Drunken Tiger. Multi-awarded but seemingly underrated<span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span> This song is called <span style="font-style: italic;">Black Happiness</span>, relating about her experiences growing up colored in a very discriminating Korean society. Words to this music are too profound in the English translation. I hope it had the same effect in Korean. See full English translation below.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fAKvA7uIL8?fs=1&hl=ko_KR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fAKvA7uIL8?fs=1&hl=ko_KR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Black Happiness (감은행복) by: T</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;">My skin was dark from my past<br />
People used to point at me<br />
Even at my mom <br />
Even at my dad who was black, and in the army<br />
People whisper behind my back<br />
Said this and said that<br />
I always had tears in my eyes<br />
Although I was young<br />
I saw my mother's sadness<br />
<br />
Everything<br />
seemed like it was my fault<br />
Because of my guilt<br />
I washed my face everytime during the day<br />
With my tears I melt the white soap<br />
I always hated my dark skin<br />
why O why<br />
Does the world judge me<br />
When I hate the world<br />
I close my eyes<br />
<br />
I put my soul into the music my father gave me<br />
I feel the volume<br />
And fly higher and higher<br />
Far away<br />
la musique<br />
<br />
(When I hate the world)<br />
(Music soothes me)<br />
(you gotta hold on)<br />
(and love yourself)<br />
(When I hate the world)<br />
(Music raises me up)<br />
(so you gotta be strong)<br />
(you gotta hold on)<br />
(and love yourself)<br />
<br />
Time passed and I was thirteen<br />
My skin was dark brown<br />
Music doesn't judge color<br />
They give me light<br />
I lead my music<br />
We lean on eachother<br />
I don't feel lonely<br />
Then one day<br />
I was given a chance<br />
I held on to my microphone<br />
<br />
And suddenly I was on stage<br />
I say goodbye to music and ask it to come back<br />
Then I became nineteen<br />
I have to lie<br />
I put white makeup over my face<br />
They told me to wear a mask<br />
They said my mom's race was okay<br />
But not my dad's<br />
Every year my age was nineteen<br />
During times when time stopped<br />
<br />
I felt like I was in jail<br />
And I leaned on myself<br />
I spent endless, painful days<br />
I ignored their warnings<br />
And because I missed music<br />
I tried to escape<br />
But no, I got caught<br />
I prayed all night<br />
And now I'm free<br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">credits to: rainieyang09</span></span></span><span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: 78%;"><br />
</span></span></div>:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-78335414831572468632009-06-22T06:10:00.000-07:002009-06-23T07:23:12.952-07:00The well-heeled woman<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 181px; height: 256px;" src="http://www.suecommabonnie.com/images/2009_01.gif" /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.suecommabonnie.com/">www.suecommabonnie.com</a><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">A Korean modern woman is akin to a pair of high-heels. Lean and long, delicate yet sturdy. In fact, you can easily spot a foreigner from a distance with the absence of clacking high heels or the catwalk grace. Us, from the other side are usually criticized with our laid back manner of dressing. For them sloppy but we mean comfortable. We do know how to dress up on occasions. What woman wouldn't love to?<br /><br />I came to Korea in the fall of '07. Among the first 'happening' places I've been to was in Myeongdong and I was treated to a sightful of these heel-clad women in all forms and sizes. Coming from the tropics (<span style="font-style: italic;">ehem</span>, Third World) where flip-flops were our year round get-up, I felt misplaced amidst a throng of Korean Barbies.<br /><br />Good thing, my friend Dee was there to save me. I mean she educated me with everything 'Korean'-- street-wise and fashion-wise. She has lived here for four years before her family migrated to the US. We're no fashionistas but we definitely cringe at TACKINESS! And I love looking at fashion trends. Seoul or anywhere in SK for that matter, is such an ideal place for trend-spotting because they know how to translate it! What you see in the runways or fashion magazines are what you literally see on the streets. No wonder, Korea is one big manufacturer of designer knock-offs!<br /><br />For young Pinays planning to visit Korea or stay here for sometime, let me share with you a handful of tips for a street-smart experience. Some were handed down from my friend, Dee.<br /><br />So here goes...from one Filipina to another...from one well-heeled woman (<span style="font-style: italic;">feeling lang no!</span>) to another! ;)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Learn the chopsticks! </span>Really!!! As in don't even think of coming here if you couldn't! Good thing I learned to use them since high school. My brother and I used to <span style="font-style: italic;">kupit</span> some in Chowking! =) You wouldn't want to embarrass yourself if somebody treats you out. Some restaurants also don't provide forks for the simple reason that they don't have them! And if you're a foreigner, Koreans would definitely treat you for some authentic Korean food. Forks are usually reserved in fast food places or fine dining. Extreme, eh.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2 . Wear make up!</span> Back home, I ONLY wore make-up for night-outs or if there's a <span style="font-style: italic;">pang</span>-hotel occasion. Otherwise, why bother? <span style="font-style: italic;">Hello, ang init no! </span>But in this country, respect is gained by one's demeanor. It's not saying that you'll clone yourself to be one of them. But a little brightness in the face would surely make a difference.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. NO JEAN JACKETS!!!</span> This tip was courtesy of Dee. I plead guilty of bringing my old one before! In the Philippines, that's no big deal but you'll understand what I mean once you get here!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Baby-Tees are so out!</span> So if you plan to bring 10 new pieces that you thought were so cool from your cosmopolitan city, trust me...they don't belong here. They're good under shirts though!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Be friendly and courteous. </span>By this I mean learn to greet and say, <span style="font-style: italic;">Ahnyonghaseyo!</span> to anyone or even a simple nod. Also get used to bowing down to older people. Some say Koreans are rude but that's not entirely true.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Learn to walk in stilettos!</span> ...or run or jump or chase a bus and climb flights of stairs with them! That's one wardrobe staple for every Korean woman ages 15 and above! It's ridiculous sometimes to see them so high and mighty in the middle of rain or snow or whatever catastrophe brings the day. Don't worry if u haven't brought one. You can get 'em cheap everywhere here. But I admit, I haven't gotten used to them at all!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Bring your FAKES</span>. If you thought your knock-off LV, Chloe, Gucci etc. purses were so shameful in the Philippines, bring 'em here! This is one country where women pride themselves of owning anything designer, real or not! That doesn't end in bags too! Bring those scarves, wallets, belts, jewelry...anything that has foreign HIGH-fashion names on them as in<span style="font-style: italic;"> haute couture</span> ha...<span style="font-style: italic;">hindi</span> fake <span style="font-style: italic;">Natasha!</span> (meron ba? jologs hehe...)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Don't bring your oversized WINTER WONDERLAND costume</span>. Unless you want to go sledding all day in the winter! Buy your winter clothes here. Instead, bring warm socks, undershirts, mufflers, gloves if you come here on winter time. The outer jackets are aplenty and inexpensive especially in a lot of discount stores.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Bring your ALIEN CARD everyday and everywhere.</span> You'll never know when or where immigration randomly checks.<span style="font-style: italic;"> (as in may topak!</span>)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10</span>. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Yes, don't forget you're still 100% Filipino.</span> So if someone asks you where you're from...say it ala Bb. Pilipinas...I'm from the Philippines!!! And yes, it's <span style="font-weight: bold;">THE Philippines</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">hindi lang</span> "I'm from Philippines!"... <span style="font-style: italic;">please lang no!!!</span><br /><br /></div></div><br /></div>:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-20986556680425203352009-06-19T09:11:00.000-07:002009-06-22T04:07:44.908-07:00Addiction starter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-mhTa3hTZ-UmZFwiOEhAD6gIkcCE4pBq9bQzD4jLEJ2DTfXae-GTwmvPYHDfzrTGrbf_oF0GkC3kQrRKowGPi12SbBnzwsf1i19lc7y9aCgnzPx5DQuggo90dnI3nVJHuddm_/s1600-h/mag+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-mhTa3hTZ-UmZFwiOEhAD6gIkcCE4pBq9bQzD4jLEJ2DTfXae-GTwmvPYHDfzrTGrbf_oF0GkC3kQrRKowGPi12SbBnzwsf1i19lc7y9aCgnzPx5DQuggo90dnI3nVJHuddm_/s320/mag+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349075455635459506" border="0" /></a>Yay! Just had my first Korean fashion magazine purchase! Took me more than a year to do so. Given the fact that they're purely in Korean (no matter how foreign the covers are at first glance), Costly with a big C, they <span style="font-style: italic;">are</span> HEAVY! Blame it on impulse buying coming from a petty fight with <span style="font-style: italic;">the beau</span> and running into a bookstore in my little town that has one decent bookstore with only a shelf, yes, a SHELF of foreign fiction novels.<br /><br />So, here it is...<span style="font-style: italic;">Elle</span> Korea June 2009. Could have been a great deal if only I could <span style="font-style: italic;">read</span> it! It has Milla Jovovich on the cover. The issue comes with a special supplement and a neat little carrying case. <span style="font-style: italic;">Elle</span> Korea is known for its freebies among the other Korean glossies. Impractical but its still worth feasting my eyes on celebrity fashions, with the pages' sweet perfume smell and drooling over the luxuries I could never afford! My very own cheap thrill, now in a different language!<br /><br />I've always been a huge fashion/women's magazine reader ever since I could remember. My mother used to buy MOD, Woman's, Women's Journal and all other magazines in newsprint, back in the day (along with my <span style="font-style: italic;">Funny Comics, Bata Batuta or Ayos! </span>comics!) I was already following Jessica Zafra's column, <span style="font-style: italic;">Womanagerie</span> in Woman Today as early as 10 years old.<br /><br />I just hope this little addiction wouldn't blow up as it had been. I had boxes and boxes back in Manila that I just trashed before coming here. Unlike with books that one can easily sell or give away, these are simply worth nothing! A mere extension of the insanely deceiving high-fashion and cosmetic industries. Again, impractical and feeding on my humble superficiality.:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-42436397563048655012009-06-01T04:35:00.001-07:002009-06-01T09:07:00.027-07:00I like Red!<span style="font-style: italic;"><span>A cute, little song from one of our books.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />I like Red</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Red, Orange, Yellow<br />Green and Blue</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Red, Red, I like Red</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Red, Orange, Yellow<br />Green and Blue<br />Green, green, I like Green</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Red, Orange, Yellow</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Green and Blue<br />Blue, blue I like Blue</span><br />* Step by Step 1B<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Cornell Class</span><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NIGDh8L5L7A&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NIGDh8L5L7A&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Stanford Class</span><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARiKP3YLjfQ&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARiKP3YLjfQ&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br />Tell me which class did it best??? Ivy league, eh...<br /><br /><br />I remember those days when everyone's only got 8 colors in the Crayola box. And those were all the colors you need to know. You can already color your rainbow, make the flowers red, the grasses green and the poop brown!<br /><br />Now, who knows how many?<br /><br />A little look up from Wiki says there are 133!<br /><br />And Crayola even came up with the Silly Scents series with names like Alien Armpit, Smashed Pumpkin, Gargoyle Gas, Ogre Odor, Mummy's Tomb, Booger Buster, etc...Try to imagine how they would look (or smell) like...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ding, dong, deenggggg!!!....<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSO_KSxPLSc/SiO-ZGt7WJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VyQLmP3fuEI/s1600-h/cray.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSO_KSxPLSc/SiO-ZGt7WJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VyQLmP3fuEI/s400/cray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342322921500792978" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSO_KSxPLSc/SiO5ILGLy8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/OMg_8PB6jU4/s1600-h/cray.jpg"><br /></a>:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-11159619460062942942009-05-25T08:36:00.000-07:002009-06-01T05:54:15.123-07:00You jump, I jump!<span style="font-style: italic;">"I am indebted to so many people.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">A lot of people </span><span style="font-style: italic;">have suffered because of me.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">I can’t fathom their suffering more in the future.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">The rest of my life will only be a burden.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">I can’t do anything because of my poor health. I can’t even read or write anything.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Don’t be too sad. Life and death are both a part of nature.</span> Don’t be sorry. Don’t hold grudges against anyone. It’s fate. Cremate me and erect a small gravestone near my home. I’ve thought about this for a long time."<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> --translated suicide note of former S. Korea president Roh Moo-Hyun.<br /> <span style="font-size:85%;"> <a href="http://www.rjkoehler.com/2009/05/23/rohs-suicide-note/">(by the Marmot's Hole)</a></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">If all leaders are like you, then life would be simpl</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">er...all is forgiven!<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhASn5tYIUeI9Vqv8lFYudzo7Q57YNguV9KE9Gjvym6cWegns4ZWVqlYjORzDjkJHIE76GjiKQl9ManZutrrFmB3fxTBi21AW38PGeeqDdwbOY2Ca4-rZKCoxDIdYunc5rWPtyM/s1600-h/pres.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhASn5tYIUeI9Vqv8lFYudzo7Q57YNguV9KE9Gjvym6cWegns4ZWVqlYjORzDjkJHIE76GjiKQl9ManZutrrFmB3fxTBi21AW38PGeeqDdwbOY2Ca4-rZKCoxDIdYunc5rWPtyM/s320/pres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342330719443210194" border="0" /></a> photo from <a href="http://chosun.com/">Chosun Ilbo<br /></a>:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-83056741189537439192009-04-09T07:18:00.000-07:002009-04-10T17:11:31.394-07:00Miss U!Now, this is one thing I miss...Pinoy Humor!!!...<br />truly nothing beats! ^^<br /><br />Presenting the <span style="font-weight:bold;">Miss Universe Parade of Nations</span> starting with....<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Beauties of Asia and the Pacific:</span><br /><br />Boom! Kabum! Kablam!... AFGHANISTAN!<br />Harutan, Laplapan, Ariputan… JAPAN!<br />Mula sa lupa na kulang ang bigas, sandamakmak na mandurugas… PILIPINAS!<br />King Kong, Kangkong, Korikong… HONG KONG!<br />(Acting as Mongoloid) Eeehhh aaahhhh… MONGOLIA!<br />Saan ang gimik? Sa Megamall or sa Glorietta?... SAMOA!<br />Red Tea, Green Tea, Iced Tea… TAHITI!<br />Ako ay bonggang-bongga, Walang kasing bongga, from… TONGA!<br />Amnesia, Anesthesia... INDONESIA!<br />One little, Two little, Three little… INDIA!<br />Singaone, Singatwo, Singathree... SINGAPORE<br />Taifour, Taithree, Taitwo... TAIWAN!<br />Tama ako, tama ka, tama tayong lahat... MALAYSIA!<br />Aray ko po, aray ko po, wag nyo po akong saktan... KAZAKHSTAN!<br />Parang Spam, Brick Ham, at Chinese Ham… ako ay malinamnam... VIETNAM!<br />Hindi na In, Hindi na Sikat, eh ano sya?... LAOS!<br />Move over Lutong Bahay… Here comes Lutong… MACAU!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Beauties of Europe:</span><br /><br />EDSA, Ayala, Buendia… ESPAÑA!<br />Alms… spare me a piece of bread… I am... HUNGARY!<br />Mula sa bansa na unang nagpauso ng po, opo, at mano po… POLAND!<br />One way, two way, there’s no other way... NORWAY!<br />Seduce me… I’m not Amy Perez, I’m Amy… AUSTRIA!<br />Palagi na lang ako…ako…ako... MONACO!<br />Taliba, Tiktik, People’s Tonight… BULGARIA!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Beauties of the Americas:</span><br /><br />Baha doon, baha dito, baha sa buong mundo... BAHAMAS!<br />Ola! Areola! Arinola! Kaserola!... VENEZUELA!<br />Mula sa Bayan ng mapupulang Gumamela… GUATEMALA!<br />Tang ina mo wag kang pasaway... PARAGUAY!<br />Anna Karenina, Flor De Luna… ARGENTINA!<br />Ako po ang nawawalang kapatid ni Majah Salvador at Phillip Salvador… EL SALVADOR!<br />I'm sorry Sir, I'm sorry Ma'am... SURINAME!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Beauties of Africa:</span><br /><br />Hindi sa akin, hindi sa yo, kanino sya?... KENYA!<br />Alin…alin…alin ang naiba. Isipin kung alin ang… naiba… NAMIBIA!<br />(Ala Nora Aunor) Isang beses ko lang sasabihin ito… hindi ako si Bembol Roco… MOROCCO!<br />From the land where nobody is less than nor greater than… SUDAN!<br />Ako po ay maganda, saksakan ng ganda, putang ina ang ganda from... UGANDA!<br /><br />*re-posted from my friend <a href="http://valerieslifeandlove.blogspot.com/">Valerie</a>. Thanks, <span style="font-style:italic;">gurrl</span>!:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-53768312258933004652009-03-26T06:57:00.001-07:002009-03-27T05:23:52.837-07:00Bear's Town<div>Our winter trip with the kids at Bear's Town. <br /><br />Just trying out this site that my friend Yen recommended. It instantly makes videos like this but the free trial can only give you 30 seconds. Just load your pics, choose the music and they do the effects for you! Their slogan boasts 'The end of slideshows'. But with a price of course, if you want to do full length videos! I didn't bother finding out how much though. Well, it's still worth checking the site <a href="http://animoto.com">animoto.com</a> Great fun to kill boredom! </div><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/49cb89af3a6e05ed/46928cc553787a03/ee1933cc/widget.js"></script>:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-55366647341871420992009-03-22T18:03:00.000-07:002009-03-23T19:13:17.978-07:00a Wedding and a FuneralMy weekend was filled with 'family affairs'. My boyfriend's family, that is. On Saturday we attended his elder cousin's wedding, the bride. It was my first introduction to the important people in his family. I was hesitant to come with him but his cousins wanted to meet me. I also felt its time to meet the elders as well. I was a nervous wreck as usual! Even going to his house still gives me the jitters even if I've been there several times. We were late as traffic in Uijangbu usually never cooperates if you're in a hurry for special occasions. ;) So when we arrived at the wedding hall, the ceremony was over and they were already taking pictures. I was disappointed as it could have been my first time to witness a real wedding ceremony. Anyway, I refused to have my picture taken as I felt it's still inappropriate as it's only my first time to meet all of them. I don't know if this act is being courteous or rude. But I hope they would understand.<br /><br />I was in fact overwhelmed with their hospitality. His father was the one introducing me as his son's fiance. His mom and aunts were all over me giving flattering remarks which made me more self-conscious. I just felt so bad that I couldn't respond accordingly as my Korean is below average. It's during these occasions that I would play <span style="font-style:italic;">deaf-mute</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">charming</span> which is way out of my character. haha! My mother would have been so proud of me for 'holding my peace'. I remember I was always reminded as a little girl to 'behave' as I tend to lose my tact on family affairs. Anyway, it was an afternoon-full of bowing and pleasantries and yes, buffet food! I'm thankful for these Korean modern weddings with less fuss and frills. No awkward single ladies games, and long long sermons as long as the wedding trail...I'm already looking forward for our day to come too!<br /><br />Sunday, I was on my way back from my class in the university when my boyfriend called. He said to come home fast as my boss' mother died who is also his father's eldest sister. I was crushed. <span style="font-style:italic;">Halmony</span> (grandmother) was my favorite person when I arrived here in Korea. My apartment is on the same building as my boss' house. And she lived with them until she got very ill last year. She was unable to go up the third floor so she transferred in her son's house which is just across the street. I believe she had a heart bypass surgery twice and is already very weak. She was in and out of the hospital for sometime and two weeks ago the family was already "informed". I felt so sorry upon hearing that but last week she got better. She came out of the hospital and she looked fine they said. But Sunday afternoon, after receiving some visitors, she suddenly fell on the floor. They rushed her in the hospital which is only about 15 minutes from us, also in Uijangbu but she didn't make it. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Halmony</span> was very kind to me in particular, among the other teachers. She would often knock on my door on early mornings to offer some food. She would say "yummy, yummy" as she thought that meant <span style="font-style:italic;">food</span>! :) She would usually say some kind remarks everytime she sees me like I really understood them followed with a <span style="font-style:italic;">bap mogu?</span> (meaning have you eaten rice? this greeting goes way back during Korea's days of war and famine) When she knew about my relationship with her nephew I expected her to be disappointed, as most of the elders were not open about us. In fact, there was a time when I felt that she was the only one who approved of me. She was very supportive of us as I heard from my boyfriend that she called his mother once and told her to let us be. I would understand the hesitation on his family's part but even with my eyes and mind wide open, I couldn't help feeling hurt. Apart from the kimchi and side dishes she would give me every so often, I owe to her the "gift of acceptance" in their family. <br /><br />We went to the mortuary last night which was also set up at the basement of the the hospital. Unlike the western style services where people are allowed to see the dead, only a picture is shown as I learned the body is not embalmed. Here the guests can offer flowers, light an incense, offer monetary gifts and bow down. As I bowed down to pay my final respects to her all the wonderful memories of her flashed back to me and I couldn't stop myself from bursting into tears. But nothing compares to the sorrow of the family who were also present during the wedding the day before. I can see the irony of it all. The aunts hair were no longer neatly coiffed and their makeup all smudged. The men who were still having a soju hangover from the previous affair were still here, drinking but out of mourn. The elaborate banquet was replaced with simple home-cooked dishes. And there I was, still <span style="font-style:italic;">deaf-mute</span> but with tears running down my face.:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-24389118246076681342009-03-11T06:52:00.000-07:002009-03-12T06:03:52.691-07:00Why I love my job!There's never a dull moment when you're teaching kindergarten. It's such a sweet pleasure being part of their little world every single day.<br /><br />The perks are priceless!<br /><br />Being talked about in their dinner tables with mom and dad. (makes you constantly think twice of your actions. So far no negative feedback...yet!)<br /><br />Getting an extra candy! ('me and my friends first, I'll give you one if there's any left!').<br /><br />Sitting on your lap where its more comfortable than those sturdy classroom chairs. And usually fighting over who's gonna sit on Teacher's special chair right next to her!<br /><br />They tell you if their birthday is coming up so you can prepare your present. And they never fail to give you a countdown until the big day.<br /><br />The sweet little hugs, kisses and I LOVE YOUs for FREE!<br /><br />Listening and believing in every word you say. sample: "In my house...I can make BIIIGGGG cotton candies in all colors!...ooohhhh!!!"<br /><br />They adore you but pretend not to show too much! (you're not my mommy after all!) But you know that they think about you even for just a moment before they fall asleep at night.<br /><br />My kids are my reasons for getting up in the morning. And what better way to greet you than this Good Morning and Good Evening Song! Please, please WATCH. This performance was worth 10 STICKERS!!!<br /><br /><embed src="http://serviceapi.nmv.naver.com/flash/NFPlayer.swf?vid=AF8B6ED9E5624F76F2C79F397397C6A2C7B8&outKey=V1246cf0d5863e381ae6a34bdaaf0440cc9aafedef4d621dba5c534bdaaf0440cc9aa" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" name="NFPlayer30588" id="NFPlayer30588" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="500" height="408"></embed>:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-23563211908338726372009-03-06T20:23:00.001-08:002009-03-11T06:52:32.282-07:00RIP FrancisMI still can't get over the news on Francis M.'s death due to leukemia yesterday. I heard about his sickness last year but I couldn't imagine him dying. He is truly a big loss to the Philippine music industry. I thought he was so cool back then when with his haircut na '<span style="font-style: italic;">pang-adik</span>' in the 80's. He was the lone deviant from the <span style="font-style: italic;">Bagets</span> barkada, all with wholesome, pretty boy looks. His fame catapulted when he released his album <span style="font-style: italic;">Yo!</span> with the now classic hit "Mga Kababayan". Everyone in my 5th grade class could memorize this! This paved the way of other rap/hip-hop acts like Michael V. , Andrew E., Mastaplann and one too many artists (now mostly inactive) to the mainstream. But his talents go way beyond with his numerous causes and collaborations with other artists. His <a href="http://francismagalona.multiply.com/">Multiply</a> account chronicles his life events and thoughts until the very end, the last entry asking for prayers for his 4th chemo cycle. He may too young to die, but truly it was a life very well lived.<br /><br />Watching his music videos in Youtube made me teary-eyed for a moment. I like this Kaleidoscope World live session with Parokya ni Edgar.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8af7WegKHrA&hl=ko&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8af7WegKHrA&hl=ko&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />As they say, RIP or Rap in PEACE!:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-39046077130349517502009-02-26T05:55:00.000-08:002009-03-27T05:25:32.836-07:00You were born to be lovedMy adorable babies singing this beautiful gospel song <span style="font-size:85%;">"당신은 사랑 받기 위해 태어난 사람</span>" or "You were born to be Loved" during our Talent Show last Christmas.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw5kRSZB_vbdXB9h9BODofCwqwu3Ntmif9q2Pd5Lyu_4-EzmZVqAdd7RxFSHyPN4CZuBcC3mn8ra5A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span>I immediately fell in love with the melody and found myself singing along with them during our rehearsals, even not knowing what the song meant! This song is popular during birthday celebrations even for non-Christians in Korea, and even (ab)used in TV dramas and movie soundtracks like Jenny and Juno (2005 kmovie with a storyline much similar to Hollywood flick Juno about teenage pregnancy)<br /><br />Here's the full version of the song and feel free to sing along with the Romanized lyrics.<br /><div style="width: 300px;"><object width="300" height="110"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/zMiAOVcSTI/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/zMiAOVcSTI/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"></embed></object><div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"><div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /></a></div><form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"><input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"><input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"><div style="padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&ek=zMiAOVcSTI" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&ek=zMiAOVcSTI" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&ek=zMiAOVcSTI" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&ek=zMiAOVcSTI" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/zMiAOVcSTI/" border="0" /></a></div></form></div></div><br /><a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/MQU1EB/music/m9L76bK7//">당신은 사랑받기위해 태어난 사람 - 바다 - 바다</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />당신은 사랑 받기 위해 태어난 사람<br />tangshi-neun sarangbadki wi-hae tae-yonan saram<br />You were born to be loved<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">당신의 삶속에서 그사랑받고 있지요<br />tangshini salm-so-geso ku sarang badko it-ji-yo<br />Within your life, you’ve been </span><span style="font-size:85%;">receiving His love<br /><br />당신은 사랑받기위해 태어난 사람<br />tangshi-neun sarang badki wi-hae tae-yonan saram<br />You were born to be loved<br /><br />당신의 삶속에서 그사랑받고 있지요<br />tangshini salm-so-geso ku sarang badko it-ji-yo<br />Within your life, you’ve been receiving His love<br /><br />태초부터 시작된 하나님의 사랑은<br />tae-chubuto shijakdwen uri-nu-ne sara-ngeun<br />The love of God has began since creation<br /><br />우리의 만남을 통해 열매를 맺고<br />uriye manna-meul tong-hae yol-mae-reul maet-go<br />And has connected with us through our fellowship<br /><br />당신이 이 세상에 존재함으로 인해<br />tangshini i sesange chon-jae-ha-meuro i-nhae<br />Because of your existence in this world<br /><br />우리에겐 얼마나 큰 기쁨이 되는지<br />uri-yege olmana keun kip-peu-mi dwenun-ji<br />We share this great joy among us<br /><br />당신은 사랑받기 위해 태어난 사람<br />tangshi-neun sarangbadki wi-hae tae-yonan saram<br />You were born to be loved<br /><br />지금도 그 사랑 받고 있지요<br />chigumdo ku sarang badko-it-ji-yo<br />Even now you are receiving His great love<br /><br />당신은 사랑받기 위해 태어난 사람<br />tangshi-neun sarangbadki wi-hae taeyonan saram<br />You were born to be loved<br /><br />지금도 그 사랑 받고 있지요<br />chigumdo ku sarang badko-it-ji-yo<br />Even now you are receiving His great love</span>:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624748.post-44577195286384284862009-02-13T18:50:00.001-08:002009-02-24T06:20:16.602-08:00Fresh from my Facebook<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">since I've been tagged quite a few times...here's mine...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">1. I was named April not because of my birthday. My parents got engaged on this month. I never believed them before but I confirmed it again when I got older. Now, isn't that sweet or pathetic???</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">2. I'm getting married very soon! We're already starting on the paperwork by next week. I'm excited but it's giving me jitters as well. I couldn't sleep at night and couldn't function well in the morning! ;)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">3. We will definitely have traditional Korean 'tele-novela' wedding. My bf is the firstborn son so it's really a big deal in the Korean culture (feeling emperor!). And the list goes on for "my duties and obligations" thereafter.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">4. Those tagged are all invited!!!! :) ---> prepare your visas and plete by last quarter of this year! we'll take care of accommodations and the lakwatsa!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">5. Also let me remind you...being invited means having to give your "love offering" of at least 40,000 Korean won and closest friends and family of at least 100,000 won. That's around 1,500 - 3,500 pesoses. Sorry, can't argue with tradition! echos lang a!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">6. I've always belonged in cliques! Odj de corp in high school and the HB in college! but I was never a pop kid hehe...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">7. Now, my boyfriend is my only 'barkada'. I mean he's the only one who thinks and acts like my friends back home!!!! minus the drinking and the partying....hmmm.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">8. I have quit smoking...I'm smoke-free for exactly a year now!!! thanks to him again for threatening to break-up with me...hehehe!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">9. I can buy the same book several times as long as they are affordable or on sale! Having different editions, publishers and covers seem to be important to me!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">10. I have a stash of pinoy stuff in my kitchen. Some I still got from the Phils. and some are bought here in Korea (3-5x the price!)...Silver Swan soy sauce, Barrio Fiesta bagoong, Mama Sitas seasoning,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Boy Bawang, Sky Flakes crackers, Carnation Evap, Nata de coco, Monggo beans, Tuyo, danggit etc...Lucky Me Pancit Canton are always sold out!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">11. I like my job but it gets boring sometimes. And the kids are just lazy and too rowdy! But I totally adore teaching my Kindergarten kids.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">12. I'm contemplating on putting my graduate studies on hold. I only have a year to go and the class president pa (would u believe? :) but I badly need the money for the wedding...argghh!!! and the tuition bill just arrived today! donations please!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">13. But I still trust God's plans for me. I know everything will just come into place.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">14. I love the Korean subway system! It just takes you anywhere and it's cheap too! I enjoy traveling alone on weekends with my little map- feeling tourista! :)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> 15. When I'm alone, I hate to be harassed or stared at in the streets by fellow Pinoys. I always value my anonymity. I just hated if a group of men would attempt for a chit chat and make remarks like "Pinoy ka?" or would make parinig "Kabayan...kabayan..." bwiseeeettttttttt!!!!!!!!!</span><div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><wbr><span class="word_break"></span>!<br /><br />16. So to remedy this, I usually wear my ultimate disguise...pose as a Korean!...I would wear electric blue eyeshadow and black masscara. (only when I'm alone huh!) I could even hear them arguing...'pare wag, Koreana yan!' hehe...<br /><br />17. And I'll be getting a perm (kor. translation: 'pehhma'!) soon too, to complete the look! (but not the ajuma style, huh! just a 'waveuhh'....;)<br /><br />18. I just wish the Filipinos would get the same respect and admiration in Korea just like in other countries. But how can we get that if they only offer us trashy, third-rate jobs??? So I promised myself to make a difference. Really.<br /><br />19. I want a Jollibee fried chicken meal...NOW! with extra rice please!<br /><br />20. I miss the Philippine weather.... Manila pollution, noise and the crowd!!!!!!!! the dirtier, sweatier, and louder the better!<br /><br />21. Of all the malls, I miss Glorietta...G4!!!..the Oakwood entrance with the smell of Bread Talk! Oh, and Greenhills tiangges...<br /><br />22. I still can't speak Korean. I hate to memorize!!! This is my biggest frustration at the moment and I only have myself to blame--Lazzinesss!<br /><br />23. I don't mind spending for things like books, dvds, FOOD, gadgets etc. But clothes shopping makes me feel guilty. So I normally buy clothes on sale so I won't feel ripped-off! Hello Forever 21!<br /><br />24. The only household chore that I despise is taking out the trash. Putting away my junk is second. But it doesn't mean I enjoy the others too...maybe just cooking and dish-washing!hehe<br /><br />25. Oh well, I'm not such a korean wifey material. I cannot make Kimchi yet! But isn't it enough that I love it???? ;)</div>:::April:::http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376576518157512417noreply@blogger.com8