April 28, 2010 § Leave a comment
A few weeks ago, my teammates were listening avidly to this song and I remembered I used to do the same back in high school. So I thought I’d feature it.
This song is by Baz Luhrmann (Romeo and Juliet, Moulin Rouge & Australia). I found though that the song is actually based on Mary Schmich’s “Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young” was published in the Chicago Tribune as a column on June 1, 1997. Original article here. It’s also similar to the 1927 poem ‘Desiderata’.
And yes. I think it’s quite true. I’ve known of this song for more than 10 years and I never really took the advices. I should have. Oh wait. I’m still young. It’s not too late, or is it? Ok. Here’s the song.
Everybody’s free to wear sunscreen
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99… wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
April 24, 2010 § Leave a comment
My April book feature. I’m ashamed to admit but I had a not so easy time reading this. ‘Cause you see, the last difficult read I had was around mid-year last year (Love in the Time of Cholera) and the last book I read before this was.. well… New Moon (btw, I still have not finished that… =D).
‘The Third Secret’ is written by Steve Berry. The protagonist is Father Colin Michener, Papal secretary to Pope Clement XV. The Pope’s health was declining and Father Michener has observed that the Pope enters the Vatican’s Riserva, the special archive to which only popes are granted access, night after night. It then became apparent that the Pope is interested (and to some extent, obsessed) with the secrets of Fatima revealed by Sister Lucia.
[copied from the book’s hardcover edition] When Pope Clement sends Michener to the Romanian highlands, then to a Bosnian holy site, in search of a priest–possibly one of the last people on Earth who knows Mary’s true message–a perilous set of events unfolds. Michener finds himself embroiled in murder, suspicion, suicide, deceit, and his forbidden passion for a beloved woman. In a desperate search for answers, he travels to Pope Clement’s birthplace in Germany, where he learns that the third secret of Fatima may dictate the very fate of the Church–a fate now lying in Michener’s own hands.
I’ve also read Dan Brown’s Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demons and this isn’t gonna be a comparison.
I wanted to share this because as a Catholic, I was moved. I was ashamed that I didn’t know half of the facts Berry used for this book, even when I was schooled at a sectarian school for 8 years. I also found myself fearful as I have not been a good Catholic in a sense.
Anyway, this is a good read. Two thumbs up.
April 22, 2010 § Leave a comment
And I’ve already watched #7 and #8. Talk about being behind. I planned to do this every week starting April but didn’t get to. This is #6 as I’ve already featured movies during the Valentine’s week posts. Let’s get on with it.
How to Train Your Dragon
HTTYD is a computer-animated fantasy by DreamWorks Animation that has just been recently released (March 26, 2010) and is loosely based on a book by the same title.
The movie is about Hiccup, the son of a Viking chief, who dreams of becoming a dragon slayer just like the rest of their tribe. The problem is, he’s not cut out for it. This however doesn’t stop him from joining in on a raid (amidst his father’s refusal) and finally catching a rare dragon called Night Fury. Nobody believes him, so he goes out to find it. But upon doing so, he is unable to kill it and befriends it instead.
My only regret in watching this movie is that I didn’t watch it on 3D. It is absolutely awesome. The story is good (even though it’s a bit cliche-y). There’s an abundance of funny and quirky lines. The OST didn’t stuck to me though, so I have no comments on that.
This is a must-see for everybody. No age limit required.
April 16, 2010 § Leave a comment
Thanks to the Audit Team’s new Boss, Tsai and Convergys Cebu, the team was able to hold a team building trip to Sumilon Bluewater Island Resort. The resort is on Sumilon Island, found on the southeastern tip of Cebu. 24 hectares of land surrounded by crystal clear (blue) water.
To say the least, the island is gorgeous. The water…. Beautiful.. The resort also offers a variety of activities. And the staff is friendly. A must visit when in Cebu. Visit their website and check out the pics below.
None of the photos are mine.
Credits to: Jedd Yee, Jaysrel Barol and Luningning Luzada-Vasquez
April 14, 2010 § 2 Comments
By Maria Jorica B. Pamintuan (The Philippine Star) Updated April 14, 2010 12:00 AM
MANILA, Philippines – “Bring a white hanky, a lightboard, a blue glowstick, and I know you don’t know the members very well, but try to bring a banner with their names on it, anyway. Oh and come early, people are going to be lining up at Araneta as early as 5 a.m. And maybe you could memorize the fan chants, too!”
Hearing these words from my fangirl friend’s mouth, I couldn’t help but be shocked. When I asked for some information and advice about the Super Junior concert, I wasn’t expecting to be told to bring banners or be at the venue a full 14 hours before show time.
My friend’s suggestions were only the first of many surprises during the Super Junior Super Show 2 concert. Having only dipped my toes in the Korean-Pop pool, I had no concrete expectations — but I certainly didn’t see such a unique experience coming.
Still believing that this would be just another show, I ignored the advice I was given and arrived at the Araneta Coliseum at 5 p.m. The lines were already snaking around the inside of the building, but shockingly, everyone was still in good spirits, despite the heat and crowdedness. There seemed to be no strangers among the crowd — even I, a K-Pop newbie, was drawn into conversation with the people in line with me.
One out every four people seemed to be wearing a Super Junior fan shirt, while the other three people were carrying signs, blue glowsticks, lightboards, and binoculars. Oops. Maybe I should have at least worn blue, Super Junior’s fanclub color.
My lack of band support was more than made up for by the other members of the audience. The concert hall was a sea of people with little blue lights in their hands. Even before the start of the show, many sections were already waving their arms, as if practicing for what was to come (and, as I later found out, they actually were).
Everyone was pumped up — every time one of the five big screens on stage flickered, a cheer would erupt from the crowd. Within five minutes of taking my seat, my ears had started ringing with all of the squealing. I’ve heard my fair share of screams, but the SuJu fans who almost filled the Big Dome to capacity take the cake.
All the fans, from the bleachers to the VIP section, had a decent view of the huge circular stage specially designed for the concert. Complete with hydraulics, fireworks, and rotating platforms, the Super Junior stage was definitely as hardcore as the fans.
Of course, a fancy stage would be useless if the performers weren’t up to par, and the Super Junior boys — Kyuhyun, Shindong , Siwon, Sungmin, Heechul, Yesung, Leeteuk, Ryeowook, Donghae, Eunhyuk, plus Super Junior subgroup Super Junior M’s Chinese members Henry and Zhou-mi — knew how to work the crowd, performing over 30 songs.
Of those 36 songs, I knew only three — Sorry Sorry, a cover of Craig David’s Insomnia, and Puff the Magic Dragon (yes, the whole song!). But it didn’t matter that I didn’t know the lyrics or that I didn’t even understand the lyrics, because the whole concert was just pure fun.
Most of the time, I had no clue what was happening, but I think that’s part of allure. It’s a breath of fresh air from the usual concerts. After all, I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen a kiddie song (complete with costumes and play-acting) performed right before a dance-off, and then a violin solo.
Add the occasional video, some cute animal hats and water guns, and you’ve got a very interesting show. Another segment that was really entertaining was the band’s spoof of K-Pop girl group, f(x)’s hit Chu~, where five of the boys donned girl clothes and wigs.
A good thing about the show was that each member of the boy band had his moment, performing a solo or a duet. All of them were introduced one by one at the start of the concert, and the boys all took that opportunity to show off their skills, from Kyuhyun doing the moonwalk, to Filipino-favorite Donghae running at full speed around the stage. Shindong received loud cheers from the audience after reciting several newly-learned Tagalog words, like Pasensya na po! and Ano ba ‘yan?
However, for most of the songs, at least six of the 12 Super Junior members were onstage. On such a big stage, it was often really hard to keep track of them. I’d see their faces on the widescreen, and then I’d scan the whole stage looking for them. With the hydraulics and all the stairs, they appear and disappear so easily!
Each time one of them would enter the stage, the fans would go wild. Since almost every five minutes one would exit and enter, the whole show was full of frenzied cheering. The squealing grew particularly loud during the dance performances, Supergirl, and Sorry Sorry.
While Super Junior’s talented members account for the success of the show, it can’t be denied that a large part of what made the concert so amazing was the level of audience participation.
Filipinos are known for singing along to practically every song an artist performs in concert here, but in this case, the lyrics were literally foreign (although many audience members actually knew how to speak Korean). Ever appreciative of talent, the largely-Filipino crowd still found a way to express their love for Super Junior — importing the K-Pop concert culture completely.
Throwing mementos on stage for the band members, bringing all the necessary props for full participation in the songs, memorizing the fan chants, all these the Filipino crowd did. When the boys brought out the water guns for their song Carnival, the audience responded by having a water gun fight with their idols on stage. When Super Junior sang Marry U, the fan chanting was thunderous.
The amour the fans showed was equaled by the band. In a video, Super Junior thanked their EverLasting Friends (ELFs), the term their fans use to call themselves, afterwards performing Shining Star. They dedicated the song to all their supporters, from those who have been with them since their debut in 2005, to the people in the audience, who like me, were appreciating their music for the first time.
It was a great night, and everyone in the audience was brought to their feet. Well, except for a few boys who were forlornly watching their girlfriends/sisters/friends go crazy — but, who can blame them? I imagine it’s really difficult to compete with 12 hot guys grooving on the stage. I can now understand why Super Junior is so popular with the female population.
Someone once asked me, “Why do so many people like Super Junior?” At the time, I didn’t know the answer. Now, I do.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor and posing for the fans, laughing at a bunch of condoms thrown onto the stage, grabbing a fan’s camera and taking a picture of her with another SuJu member, playing with the gifts the fans give, performing tirelessly for almost three hours straight — all of these show just how much Super Junior love their fans.
And that’s the reason why their fans absolutely adore them.
Reposted this as I am unable to write anything remotely similar to this account. I love how the writer was able to mirror my feelings and thoughts about Super Junior and their Manila concert. Hoping for SS3!