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Super Junior Fever


       Its official. I will be watching the infamous Super Junior's concert this coming Saturday at the Araneta Coliseum. It came as a surprise for me as well since I just finalized this with my friend Jazzie ( who proved to be a fanatic ) barely two weeks ago. Their billboards have been posted since last year and my first impression was utter disbelief. I was not into K-Pop before ( I am somewhat a fan now but not that addicted like I am with their drama series) and I asked myself, " Who the F these people? Why are they so many? And why is there a fat guy there? :) "

    Since I was curious to check out this group, I immediately got into a Google frenzy afternoon and watched some of their videos especially Sorry, Sorry. It has such a unique tempo and as expected, I liked them then and there. I am just a bit skpetical on why there are so many of them.Even now, I've yet to remember all of their names so that I'll know who's who this weekend. 

      I've learned from the ever helpful Wikipedia that:  

        Super Junior (Korean: 슈퍼주니어), often referred to as SJ or SuJu (슈주), is a 13-member boy band from South Korea formed by SM Entertainment in 2005. The 13 members are Leeteuk (leader), Heechul, Han Geng, Yesung, Kang-in, Shindong, Sungmin, Eunhyuk, Donghae, Siwon, Ryeowook, Kibum, and Kyuhyun. The Chinese member, Han Geng, was chosen from three thousand applicants, via auditions held in China by SM Entertainment in 2001.

        Super Junior has released and contributed in 19 different kinds of records with varying degrees of success.Over the years, they have been divided into smaller sub groups, simultaneously targeting different music industries and audiences. Largely due to Super Junior's success as entertainers, other Korean entertainment managements began to train their music groups in other areas of entertainment, such as acting and hosting.In addition to their commercial success, Super Junior has earned seven music awards from the M.net Asian Music Awards, eleven from the Golden Disk Awards, and is the second singing group to win Favorite Artist Korea at the MTV Asia Awards after JTL in 2008.

       I heard from Jazzie that they have such a huge fan base here in the Philippines that is why doing a mall show is definitely asking the high heavens too much. They did so many endorsements as well overseas and proved to be great in their craft when they even have audiences who can't even speak or understand ( well except for some common words like Noona, Sunbae, Unni and some other words commonly used in K Dramas) Korean. Ahem.

Here's to looking forward for a great show this weekend.:)



Top 9

      I've been wanting to write another AI write up since Paige got eliminated but work really made me busy these days.

      I am quiet satisfied with America's decision to send Paige and Didi home since, to borrow some lines from the show's infamous judges, that they were really horrible and not in the zone. Lacey was the only girl that I think deserves more episodes to show her singing prowess. I laughed hard when Tim Urban was saved after being in the bottom group three times in a row. Simon was right when he indirectly declared that he will still be part of the competition last week because no one will listen to their comments anyways.

     I love the fact that it seems like the guys are getting their share of good luck these past few weeks. I adore their performance especially Casey James. This week is Paul McCartney week so I am expecting an exploding performance from their group again. I can now see the white flag of surrender from Kred haha.

First Week

          Being a bum for a few months made me thought and felt things I could have not entertained if I am employed. I became accustomed to the idea of waking up early in the morning,indulge in a cup of coffee and then do my web activities for the day ( updating my blog, Facebook and watching Koreanovelas online ). It was such a grand life indeed. You don't have any pending tasks that dominates most of your waking and also sleeping hours. You are excused from being haunted by the presence of your boss and other unreasonable higher ups who you can beat over performance if you exchanged JDs. You will not be going to work looking at other passengers on various public vehicles because of suspicious looking individuals. You can just stay at home and do what makes you happy. Broaden your knowledge by reading and buying so many books, write blog articles and surf your heart out everyday and watch your favorite drama series every episode after the next. You can also go out with friends even on weekdays, lounge at Starbucks and talk about things that really matters, without thinking of deadlines and or money issues.

This you can do until you're 70. If you're super rich.

       After almost three months of overthinking interview results, going through Medical Tests which confirmed my high blood pressure ( I need to undergo a blood test to ensure that my cholesterol level is normal. I am just happy that I am still fit to work), countless calls from my recruiter about pre employment requirements and emails requesting for my clearance sent to the Singapore company that I would not dare to mention the name because they are not fit to be acknowledged, Accenture finally confirmed March 22 as my start date.

        My first Monday working for the company was utter comedy in all proportions. It was on that fateful day that I experienced MRT madness. I had this thinking that if you will be going there before 7am then you can go to your destination squish free but I was totally wrong. I was literally squished in the train door from Quezon Avenue to Boni Station while hearing curses from all sorts of women who were in the same state as I am every station stopover. I went to the NJO session ( limbs aching and clothes wrinkled like today's laundry) as the only participant who wore jeans while everyone else seemed like higher ups with their corporate get ups. Again, I assumed that its okay to wear casual clothing if its just company orientation but apparently looking smart despite the outfit disaster is a viable option. I participated and even lead in so many discussions during those two days. I loved my batchmates too and we are planning to get together for a few drinks once we organized our schedules. I was even surprised when I made one guy smitten over me.Haha.

       I started Product Training with one of my batchmates in the NJO Sessions. The Gateway site is an okay workplace. It is not as fabulous as the Pioneer site but at least it is nearer to my place. You just need to be brave each time you ride a jeep going home at past 5am. Of course there are the never ending stares from current employees of the account that were given to newbies like myself. " Kaw ba yung bagong TM?", "Hello TL!", Hi I'm _____. I am one of the Team Leaders etc." Same utter bull. Our trainer is kind and knows what he is saying. There are so many tools to learn and I am still in daze because of info overload. I was also amused when higher ups and even fellow Team Leaders were giving this sort of things-are-really-hard-in-this-account-so-you-better-shape-up kind of attitude. There were also officers who acted high and mighty over us trainees.They won't even glance at your direction even if you are literally smiling at them. Talk about insecurity. Alam na alam mo ang likaw pagkakita mo pa lang. Well, a circus workplace will not be complete without these animals.  

       I know that it will be hard at first. I started again from scratch. I must proved myself capable of driving performance.Make my mark again. I will definitely do my best. I know my capabilities. Bring it on then.


Finding Oneself

     37 times. That is the number of times I touched this book when I browsed the shelves of Books Kinokuniya in Singapore. It was located in the Bestseller Section in front of the aisles and also in the regular shelves under Letter G.  I was interested the instant I skimmed its pages because I was undergoing a difficult time back then and its basically the premise of the book. Unfortunately, I was not able to buy it then so imagine my delight when I chanced upon it on one of my routine trips in SM Manila's Booksale.

    This is Elizabeth Gilbert's memoir about her travels to three key destinations namely Italy, India and Indonesia. It came to a point in her life when she needs to escape from what her life has become. In the surface it seems great. She has a good husband, a perfect career, money and fame but she is not the least bit happy. She knew that there is something missing in her existence and she needs to escape to find that elusive thing called happiness. What transpired after that is an adventure that is as palatable as a nice cooked pasta, as transcending as a holy mantra and as breathtaking as a fantastic scenery. 

    I am recommending this book because Gilbert bravely identified herself as weak, bared her heart out for everyone to see and check their lives  and in the process, loved herself more than she imagined. She did all these discoveries with her faith as her guide. She did everything naturally and let herself go with God's plan. This is for everyone who are currently lost and helpless. For them to be aware that everything is fine and change will come from you and not from anything or anyone else.

    My rating: five stars over five. :)  This will also be made into a movie starring Julia Roberts and is set to be released this August. Looking forward to it as well.Love it :)



Hear Me Out

    I've written this blog a few years ago but I've been holding the appearance of this entry in this account because I am simply not ready to post it. At this stage of my life I am sure that I should be doing the inevitable. I've let a total of five friends read the complete version of this. Why did I choose them you ask? Maybe because I know deep in my being that they will understand why I wrote with so much emotions. They knew what I was going through that time and they didn't patronize me. They let me fell to the deepest and darkest pit of heartbreak and watch as I slowly but surely redeemed myself. After reading it again, its just so fascinating on how someone has the capacity to hurt like that and then eventually got back to the land of the living. 

    It came to a point when I can't simply cry a tear anymore yet my heart is heavier than when I first started crying buckets. One of those who read this was with me during that time and he just stared at me, drank his coffee and asked me to calm down. I believe that this is the most wrecking heartbreak I felt since I learned how to let my heart beat for someone. I didn't have the energy to go to work so he decided to be with me, skipped work and watch a movie. I will forever be grateful for it. :)  

   I don't really understand why I felt that love burst for that individual but I really did. I am sure that he is aware of my feelings even when I wrote this entry until the very end. It is just saddening to note that I was in pain because of an unrequited love. I wonder how many such individuals are experiencing this right now. I am hoping that they'll have the strength and the support system they need to help them through this. God really has His reasons that seems to be absurd when we are feeling that pain but I can now attest that it did me good. I'm stronger now and I value myself more. Read below for the edited version of my blog:

           And it’s in our recent drinking sessions when I cried again. And it’s not like I needed a venue to bare my heart out. Especially if it’s raining because I don’t like formulaic happenings. I hate seeing myself weak with nature agreeing one hundred percent. I don’t need alcohol to cry. I am not accustomed to that excuse. God, I don’t need an audience to console me. I was just simply sitting next to you in their sofa, inches away but felt like you’re in some outer space miles away from me, watching someone as he tries to be the undisputed Karaoke King when, out of nowhere, you blurted out, “I can’t help it. I’m a loner. I want to get drunk alone.”

            And I just felt numbed and then hurt and then just plain drunk. It felt like thousands of needles pierced by heart and then blood oozed out, and then repairing it one hole at a time. And then doing it all over again.  Blame it on the Fundador we shared with the others because I told you to go outside and drink all by yourself. How easily you break my heart, you one hell excuse for a man, you even got the nerve to laugh and said no while I tried to keep a straight face.

            I tried to stay normal. I was the one who opted to go outside. It was then that my tears flowed like there is no tomorrow, with my closest friends as witnesses. Then you went outside, asked me what’s the reason for the drama that I let myself unfold while holding the umbrella that we all shared. I said the one excuse that I love so much I tend to believe its true sometimes. I uttered work. Plain mundane work and the stress that comes along with it. Hoping that you bought my lame excuse. I tried not to stare back at you for fear of betraying myself because I owe myself this. After that they went inside and continued their drinking session, leaving the two of us conversing in nonstop English about all things except the two of us. You even drank the Bacardi mix that was meant for me when I requested it. Which made me want to kiss you right then and there even if I don’t know how to. What the fuck. God, give me the Oscar trophy.

         I once had a conversation with one of my closest college friends on how often we are viewed as the inner beauties. Us being one of the boys. Us being the “I can drink all of those, give me more bottles” kind of girl. Us being the perfect confidants because we give good advices. We being the perfect cigarette buddies because we reek of common sense and guys love that. But not with you. I am a weakling when it comes to you. I threw all my defenses if you’re involved. I want to do things with you. I want to give you all my hard drinks and then exchanging it all for your beer shots every drinking sessions because I know you prefer vodka and tequila over San Mig Light and Red Horse. I want to have a sleep over in your house because I want to feel you close to me and hug you until I fall asleep. I want to smell your aftershave and wake up with you. I want to go shopping with you so that we can share opinions regarding our work clothes and have the taste of both worlds. I want you to give me the assurance that no stress can disrupt me even if a throng of client calls awaits me every night.  I want you to hug me if I’m not being myself or it’s the time of the month. I want to take care of you and fix your clothes if needed. Just like when I fixed your collar during that fateful day. When you chose to broke my heart.

            I guess I’ll find happiness soon. With or without your help. One thing is certain though. There will always be love. Embracing it is up to me. And I am still learning to live with it.

Here's to looking forward for a feel good write up next time. :)



An Ending I Don't Want to Let Go

    I just finished the last episode of the drama series You're Beautiful a few minutes ago. I know that eventually it will end, all conflicts will be resolved, the loveteam will eventually be together but I only felt sad when it gave way to its last scene. I mean it is too short for a show that completely made me forget about my everyday worries for a short while. I learned that the production company initially wanted it to be at least 20 episodes but settled with 16. Come to think of it, I am sure that they opted for a shorter version because it seemed enough for the story to unfold. I haven't had this giddy feeling since I watched Full House and Boys Over Flowers. I am glad that it will soon be aired in ABS-CBN. Hopefully the cast will visit the country to promote the show. 

The ANJELL from left- Kang Shin Woo, Jeremy, Go Mi Nam and Hwang Tae Kyung

  Sweet pic by Jang Geun Seok and Park Shin Hye

Promo Tour by the Main Casts

Jang Geun Seok and Park Shin Hye's Ad for Etude House

Hwang Tae Kyung, Kang Shin Woo and Jeremy

The Playful Cast

Hope there'll be a second season. Cheers!

Who Will Be The First?



        I want to congratulate the top 12 finalists after watching last night's performance. I had a nagging feeling before that I won't be satisfied with them overall since they put Lily off the list but I was wrong. Although not all of them are my favorites, I would give them a decent 8 over 10. I am still rooting for Casey James ( not just because of his good looks but because he can really sing. Simon was right when he attest that he just needs to use the stage better), Lacey Brown ( her rendition of Ruby Tuesday was not the best cover of the night but I am still a fan of her outstanding voice), Lee Dewyze ( his voice is unique and to borrow Simon's (who is also a believer) comment,he just needs to make his mark in the contest) and Michael Lynch ( his performances were strong so far) and Andrew Garcia ( even if he still didn't impress the judges yesterday). I don't know why but I am really not a fan of Crystal and Shiobhan although they're considered as the top performers for this week. I think Lily deserves to be there but I know that I need to get over the fact that she's out of the competition. :(

     So who goes home tonight? My guess is Tim Urban or Andrew Garcia :(. Well, if American Idol will live up to their surprising elimination like last week, a crowd favorite might be sent packing tonight. I am just hoping that my faves will be safe.

Okay I admit it. I was not supposed to attend this last Alltel EOL Party because I was not invited by the people who I assumed should be notifying me in the first place. If Kred didn't announce that I would be his plus one the day before, I would have missed the last party my lifetime comrades had. Thanks dude! If I didn't attend, I should have not met with my uber missed friends especially my former Opsdesk team. Until now, I am feeling sad because of everything that transpired with the account. I was part of the pioneer team for Simple Freedom and I am being hit by the now familiar nostalgia pangs that will only be weakened by an ultimate get together. So its sheer luck that I attended the party. I am looking forward for the third Opsdesk Reunion also so let's plan for that one guys.:) Thanks also for these wonderful pictures that I freely tagged myself in Facebook. Thanks Diana, Jon and Lawrence.

Till next get together guys!


On Finding the One

      I've been in love with Haruki Murakami since Kred introduced his writings to me a few years ago. Actually, what I remembered was he was talking to Cyril about Norwegian Wood, the book that helped him to rose to stardom in Japan and around the world. This established his mark as a great contemporary writer. Since most of my precious Murakami books' are still on their way back to my side ( its to be sent by my cousin Kuya Sonny from Singapore since I didn't bring it with me when I went back), I borrowed The Elephant Vanishes and A Wild Sheep Chase from Kred. Being such a hopeless romantic, one story from The Elephant Vanishes striked me so much. It was previously posted by my good friend Riza in her Facebook profile and I had the same reaction when I read it for the second time. Here's the complete short story as published in http://www.mat.upm.es/~jcm/murakami-perfect.html.

Haruki Murakami: On seeing the 100% perfect girl one beautiful April morning

One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo's fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl.

Tell you the truth, she's not that good-looking. She doesn't stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn't young, either - must be near thirty, not even close to a "girl," properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: She's the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there's a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert.

Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl - one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or graceful fingers, or you're drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant I'll catch myself staring at the girl at the next table to mine because I like the shape of her nose.

But no one can insist that his 100% perfect girl correspond to some preconceived type. Much as I like noses, I can't recall the shape of hers - or even if she had one. All I can remember for sure is that she was no great beauty. It's weird.

"Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% girl," I tell someone.

"Yeah?" he says. "Good-looking?"

"Not really."

"Your favorite type, then?"

"I don't know. I can't seem to remember anything about her - the shape of her eyes or the size of her breasts."


"Yeah. Strange."

"So anyhow," he says, already bored, "what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?"

"Nah. Just passed her on the street."

She's walking east to west, and I west to east. It's a really nice April morning.

Wish I could talk to her. Half an hour would be plenty: just ask her about herself, tell her about myself, and - what I'd really like to do - explain to her the complexities of fate that have led to our passing each other on a side street in Harajuku on a beautiful April morning in 1981. This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock build when peace filled the world.

After talking, we'd have lunch somewhere, maybe see a Woody Allen movie, stop by a hotel bar for cocktails. With any kind of luck, we might end up in bed.

Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.

Now the distance between us has narrowed to fifteen yards.

How can I approach her? What should I say?

"Good morning, miss. Do you think you could spare half an hour for a little conversation?"

Ridiculous. I'd sound like an insurance salesman.

"Pardon me, but would you happen to know if there is an all-night cleaners in the neighborhood?"

No, this is just as ridiculous. I'm not carrying any laundry, for one thing. Who's going to buy a line like that?

Maybe the simple truth would do. "Good morning. You are the 100% perfect girl for me."

No, she wouldn't believe it. Or even if she did, she might not want to talk to me. Sorry, she could say, I might be the 100% perfect girl for you, but you're not the 100% boy for me. It could happen. And if I found myself in that situation, I'd probably go to pieces. I'd never recover from the shock. I'm thirty-two, and that's what growing older is all about.

We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can't bring myself to speak to her. She wears a white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a stamp. So: She's written somebody a letter, maybe spent the whole night writing, to judge from the sleepy look in her eyes. The envelope could contain every secret she's ever had.

I take a few more strides and turn: She's lost in the crowd.

Now, of course, I know exactly what I should have said to her. It would have been a long speech, though, far too long for me to have delivered it properly. The ideas I come up with are never very practical.

Oh, well. It would have started "Once upon a time" and ended "A sad story, don't you think?"

Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actually happened.

One day the two came upon each other on the corner of a street.

"This is amazing," he said. "I've been looking for you all my life. You may not believe this, but you're the 100% perfect girl for me."

"And you," she said to him, "are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I'd pictured you in every detail. It's like a dream."

They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.

As they sat and talked, however, a tiny, tiny sliver of doubt took root in their hearts: Was it really all right for one's dreams to come true so easily?

And so, when there came a momentary lull in their conversation, the boy said to the girl, "Let's test ourselves - just once. If we really are each other's 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. And when that happens, and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we'll marry then and there. What do you think?"

"Yes," she said, "that is exactly what we should do."

And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west.

The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other's 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully.

One winter, both the boy and the girl came down with the season's terrible inluenza, and after drifting for weeks between life and death they lost all memory of their earlier years. When they awoke, their heads were as empty as the young D. H. Lawrence's piggy bank.

They were two bright, determined young people, however, and through their unremitting efforts they were able to acquire once again the knowledge and feeling that qualified them to return as full-fledged members of society. Heaven be praised, they became truly upstanding citizens who knew how to transfer from one subway line to another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office. Indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love.

Time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was thirty-two, the girl thirty.

One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:

She is the 100% perfect girl for me.

He is the 100% perfect boy for me.

But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.

A sad story, don't you think?

Yes, that's it, that is what I should have said to her.

      Won't it be a good ending for all of us if we all met that one perfect individual that will be 100% perfect for us? We might be walking the busy streets of Makati or a certain mall in Ortigas and we will meet him/her. He/She will come out of nowhere and make our living hell heavenly. He/she is also experiencing the same confusion that you are into and he/she will be very happy and relieved that you're there at the same spot where he/she is. And you'll both live happily ever after.

     But life does not work that way. Or love. People don't come with identical patches so that they'll know you are the perfect match. For those who already found it,consider yourselves lucky. Pat yourselves in the back. You are one of those fortunate individuals. For those who are yet to find the 100% perfect individual like myself, let us all hope for the best. Who knows, they might be just around the corner. Hopefully we will not be repeating Haruki's story. :) But if we will, then it will still be a sweet ending altogether. An unfortunate one yes, but that's what love is all about right? 


Top 12

           I was in utter disbelief when the Top 12 was announced last Friday night ( our time ) that I was not able to post this entry earlier. I mean, what the F right? No wonder there were so many hate comments in the web regarding the shocking elimination. I felt like I was more shocked than my favorite Lily Scott when she was eliminated. Come on. Katie Stevens can sing but I have a good feeling that she got sympathy votes because of her heartbreaking audition story. I bet even the judges shared the same sentiments. I will be sticking to my prediction that Katie and Paige should have seen the End of the Road sign. Even Katelyn Epperly, though not one of my favorites, has more potential than them. I felt like I was nursing a broken heart after.

         For the guys, Alex really was the one to go home although I kind of felt sorry for him when he was in the verge of breaking down. He got to admit that there are so many guys there who deserved the post other than him. Tondrick Hall's elimination might have been prevented if only he did his Week 3 performance earlier. I was so amazed when he did his last presentation and the judges are equally mesmerized too. Randy's comment might as well be translated to I-am-sorry-to-see-you-go-dawg. That being the case, Andrew Garcia must choose the right song in the Rolling Stones week.

       I am hoping that they will be having the Wild Card round this season. Lily deserves to be back in the competition. I am expecting a good show next week. The Top 12 needs to justify why they're still in the running to be the next  American Idol. If not, now that we are dissapointed, we just might be sticking to the show just because we are fanatics, not because of their talents.