October 16/ Real Steel

When you're happy, shout to the world that you're happy! 

I'm HAPPPPYYYYYYYYYY! 

Hear that! Hahaha! :D October 16 is a special day spent with a special someone.

And should I add that for once in my life, being in love finally felt SO right. So thank you Cloud. Like you said, "Indescribable happiness." And you're probably the only person who could push me TOWARDS you. How is that even possible, something only we know! :)

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Real Steel rocks!

Wow. I've never seen a film as satisfying as Real Steel for quite a long time, except of course for Harry Potter and The Pirates of the Caribbean, both of which I'm a fan of.  

It is satisfying because there is no hole in the plot/sript/screenplay, there is no fault in the acting/directing, the graphics and effects are amazing, the treatment is a balance of a modern world of 'steel' coupled with dramatic and striking lines. 

In short, the film is simply flawless. 

Real Steel is the story of Charlie Kenton (Hugh Jackman), a former boxer turned coach (or controller) in the world of robot boxing. Charlie who is entering a downward spiral, losing robot matches and incurring debts after debts, then meets his abandoned child Max who just lost his mother. 

Charlie took custody of Max and saw himself being taught to live and fight again by no less than his own son, with the help of course, of Max's very awesome robot Atom! 

Real Steel teaches, how with the help of people you love, you can bounce back and rise from the junk. 

I should also add that Dakota Goya who played Max was a super charming kid with an exceptional talent for acting! :) 

Then, for Hugh Jackman, he's HOT and I love him! But for a change, I also loved how even as a father, he was still HOT. 

Real Steel gets a 5, no make that 6 out of 5 stars! :D

Rain and some introspection

Allow me, to introspect in public. 

Didn't that just sound stupid and ironic? Introspect...IN...public!!! Hahaha! 

But the blunder is committed so, nevertheless, let me share these little musings the rain has brought to me. Because the rain's effects on me include wanting to be alone and willing to ponder, and even wonder! 

So I thought about the future; I longed for love; I suffered apprehension; I felt thankful and blessed; and I found a new dream!

The future. A conversation inside a train with a friend, made me realize that a good and bright future doesn't mean prestigious! It's self-fulfillment. And it's also making the people dearest to you proud.

The longing. Hey! Don't blame me! I swear it's the rain and how its coldness and gloominess sometimes seep into your heart. It made me fret and think "I'm alone. I'm alone. I'm alone...Why the HECK am I alone?!" But I'm much better now. Luckily, this doesn't last long, it's only a passing.

The apprehension. I doubt myself. Maybe it's my fault to easily jump into unwarranted conclusions. Or maybe, I'm just putting up my walls, or I'm over thinking, or I'm too afraid to try. Honestly, I still don't know. 

The blessing. I realized that I'm actually living one of my dreams. It's a REALITY that I earn money from writing! And wow! Who would've thought that I'll actually be able to do that? When I dreamed of becoming a writer, what were the odds that I'll really become a writer? But I did it, because I want it. So SURREAL! And I thank God for this blessing. In return, I'll learn more and have more experiences. I won't stop. I'm only down here when there is still the top. 

The new dream. As much as I want to be a writer, then a photographer, I just finally came into admittance that I also want to be a radio disc jockey! Alas! I'm a radio person (I could live without TV but not without radio), and every time I hear DJs doing their thing, there's always this tiny voice whispering in my head: "I wanna do that too." So there. I want to, I WANT TO! Haha! But perhaps later in life, I need to be a photographer first! (beams!) 

It WAS indeed a roller coaster week. Thanks rain. This is why I always liked you--the  bittersweet melancholia and solitude!   

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I also pray to Papa God that He give our fellow Filipinos--whose suffering from the tragedies and difficulties Typhoon Pedring left them--the strength to keep on fighting and continue living. Thank you dear Lord. I know You'll hear me. 

My issues with Miss Universe 2011

Let me begin by saying that I agree with Miss Angola Leila Lopes' win at the Miss Universe Coronation Night last Tuesday at Sao Paulo, Brazil. Many, especially Filipinos, voiced out their disappointment with her being the Miss Universe 2011 but I actually like her and believe she deserves the title. 


I'm not belittling our own representative, Shamcey Supsup. She is definitely a Pinoy proud when she delivered her answer, quick, sensible and straight from her heart. However, I believe she fell short in the other categories. I must say--my opinion spare me for saying this--that she did not stand out during the Swimsuit and the Long Gown portions. 


Unlike Miss Angola, her dark skin, already a shout among her fair companions, plus her grace and confidence, and angelic features. And she did not give a bad answer during the question and answer portion too. 


So my verdict, it was not enough that Shamcey topped the Q&A. Still, I ADMIRE her BIGTIME I swear! :)


OK so much for the long intro. I have no issues with the pageant's result whatsoever but I have issues on my own regarding what happened to the news feature that I wrote for our newspaper's frontpage to be used for the the day after the pageant issue.


Well, I finished the article and in my opinion I did it justice. But then I saw my byline in a Miss Universe story that does not include a single paragraph I wrote. 


There was a tagline "WITH AFP." So I reckoned then that the story was the one from AFP, maybe tweaked a little, I really don't know. 


But my point here is that, THAT was not the story I wrote. I wanted to say to the new news editor that she could just remove my name there since I didn't have any say. But I backed out because she might think I'm too proud of myself. Or maybe that byline was for the effort I gave. SO I just let it be. 


I don't understand why the new news editor did that though. Did she not like the story I wrote? I'm not claiming I'm a good writer, but I write with the style I developed as a Lifestyle reporter. 


I wrote that news feature with how our section would have wrote that. If my editor read that story I know she would publish it in our page. Plus, I've been submitting features to the news pages and they used it without removing my soul and style to the article. 


I didn't even plan to publicize about this because it's not gonna do our paper good in any way. BUT when I found out that the wrong information AFP said in their story, "Ninety-eight young women took part in the contest..." (I even posted this mistake in my FB page while I was researching for my article! What turn of events!)


I just can't keep quiet anymore. Well I deserve to give myself justice. And I've always voiced my concerns and issues here in my blog. So if I don't do this, I'm lying to myself when I say I'm a writer. 


I'm not saying I don't make mistakes, but wth, that mistake was put under my name and when I even did not commit it! And when I think that my original story said '89 women represented their countries'!


They could put an erratum if they want to but it will only clean the newspaper's mistake, NOT the mistake that was put under my name. 


SO this blog, is my ERRATUM FOR MYSELF. 


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I know everything I said here should be told instead to the person involved but if they ever come across with this, I hope they understand. 


If you want to read the TRUE story I wrote go here! :)


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On a lighter note, enough with my grievances! My lovely Lifestyle editor gave birth to a healthy second son on September 14. So happy for her! :)