Hand me the remote, please?

Before being addicted to internet, with plurk, facebook, tumblr and wordpress!, my eyes are firstly affected by the radiation due to overexposure to television. I would regret if not being able to watch an episode because of certain circumstances. I can live a whole day in the comfort of our home, flipping channels, watching dvds as long as enough food would be there to accompany my solitude. I love the feeling of enthusiasm upon watching my favorite shows, whether it is scripted or not, reality show or not, I don’t care as long as it does not bore me and a glimpse of my interest is restored. However, due to my addiction with surfing the net, I am not anymore eager to following every episode. (Wooahh, what am I becoming?) Nevertheless, here are some of my favorite tv shows in random order. (I am conquered by my laziness so the descriptions below is provided by wikipedia.com)

1. Project Runway. Project Runway is an American reality television series on Lifetime Television, previously on the Bravo network, which focuses on fashion design and is hosted by model Heidi Klum. The contestants compete with each other to create the best clothes and are usually restricted in time, materials, and theme. Their designs are judged and one or more designers are eliminated each week.

Heidi Klum has exquisite beauty I can't compare to other models.

Heidi Klum has an exquisite beauty I can't compare to other models.

2. Fear Factor. The show pits contestants against each other to complete a series of stunts better and/or quicker than all the other contestants, by doing this in the fastest time, for a grand prize of US$50,000. The show is hosted by UFC commentator and comedian Joe Rogan, executive produced by Matt Kunitz and directed by J. Rupert Thompson.The first stunt is designed to physically test each of the contestants, like jumping off a building to the next. Usually, the two men and the two women, or the three teams, that complete the stunt the best under whichever restrictions (such as the fastest, or furthest distance, or number of flags collected in under a certain time) would move on to the second stunt. The rest would be eliminated. The second stunt is meant to challenge the contestants mentally which can involve ingesting a revolting insect, such as a cockroach, or being covered in tarantulas. It could also involve getting close to an animal which many people would find intimidating. Contestants were typically not eliminated after this stunt unless they could not (or refused to) complete it. The third and final stunt is usually something from a action film. In order to avoid ties, it is the only stunt where the contestants race against the clock as well as each other. It usually involves doing an extreme type stunt, such as flipping a car or escaping from a sinking aircraft fuselage. The player who wins this round wins the prize, usually $50,000, and has the privilege of being informed “evidently fear is not a factor for you”.

"Fear is not a factor.."

3. How its made? is a Canadian documentary television series that premiered in 2001 on the Discovery Channel. The show is a documentary program showing how common, everyday items (including foodstuffs like bubblegum, industrial products such as motors, musical instruments such as guitars, and sporting goods such as snowboards) are manufactured, and is filmed to simplify overdubbing in different languages, for example avoiding showing a narrator or host onscreen, and most often also not having employees of featured companies speak on camera. An offscreen narrator explains each process, often making use of puns. Each half hour show usually has three or four main segments, with each product getting a demonstration of about five minutes, with exceptions for more complex products.

I feel like your time slot in D.C. changes everyday. I can't catch you.

4. America’s Next Top Model (often shortened to Top Model or abbreviated as ANTM) is a reality television show in which a number of women compete for the title of America’s Next Top Model and a chance to start their career in the modeling industry. The show was created and is hosted by former talk-show host and model Tyra Banks, who also serves as the head judge and executive producer of the show. The first “cycle” premiered in May 2003 and was one of UPN’s highest rated shows. The show’s seventh cycle was the first of the shows among regular programming on UPN’s successor network, The CW, and thus far is the network’s highest rated series. The show will continue until at least the 2009-10 season. The opening theme is performed by Tyra Banks and is produced by Rodney “Darkchild” Jerkins. Banks co-produces the show with Ken Mok and Anthony Dominici for 10 by 10 Entertainment and Bankable Productions, syndicated internationally by KingWorld (and its successor CBS Television Distribution), and domestically as a “presentation” of VH1. For the 2006-2007, 2007-2008 and 2008-2009 television seasons, ANTM was the #1 show in average viewers on The CW.

Tyra Banks is slim in this pic. :)

5. Iron Chef (料理の鉄人 Ryōri no Tetsujin, literally “Ironmen of Cooking”) is a Japanese television cooking show produced by Fuji Television. The series, which premiered on October 10, 1993, was a stylized cooking competition featuring accomplished guest chefs challenging one of the show’s resident “Iron Chefs” in a timed cooking battle built around a specific theme ingredient. The series ended on September 24, 1999, although occasional specials were produced until 2002. The series aired over 300 episodes.The program has an eccentric flavor even for a game show. Its host is the flamboyant Takeshi Kaga, known on the show as Chairman Kaga (鹿賀 主宰 Kaga Shusai ). Its production values are highlighted with extensive commentary made by two regular commentators and one to two guest commentators (who also serve as judges). The commentary presents thorough background information (e.g., ingredients, past history of contenders) to give a viewer context for what is happening in the kitchen; it also serves as entertainment, as friendly banter is shared among the four commentators.

Bon Appetit'

I’ve noticed that all of these except #3 is a reality show. Perhaps, I am captivated with people following their dream and pursuing it amidst all the painful comments of judges and their competitors.


The Bridges of Madison County – Robert James Waller

“There are songs that come free from the blue-eyed grass, from the dust of a thousand country roads. This is one of them.”

“God or the universe or whatever one chooses to label the great systems of balance and order does not recognise Earth-time. To the universe, four days is no different than four billion light years. I try to keep that in mind.”

Robert Kincaid, fifty two,  is a world class photographer of National Geographic. He met Francesca Johnson, an Iowa farm wife home alone sitting at the front porch looking at the splendid views and playfully thinking of her childhood dreams. She is married to Richard Johnson, a farmer, has two beautiful children and is left alone while her family is flickering at the city. Kincaid is given a job to capture the famous covered bridges of Madison County; bringing his Nikon camera and a truck named Harry, he lost directions and asked Francesca where Roseman Bridge is. Being bored and all that, Francesca, forty five voluntarily invited herself to accompany Kincaid through the Roseman Bridge. After that, she invited him over dinner and they felt a spark of connection between them. Both poetic and passionate, they get along and shared the happiest four days of their lives (obviously having intimate moments). At the last day (because Richard and the children would soon arrive),  Robert asked Francesca to go with him, travel around the country and enhance the beauty of wisdom given to her. Unfortunately, Francesca did not go with him, because she thought of her “responsibilities as a wife and a mother”. He accepted her decisions wholeheartedly and left. After long long years, she received a mail saying that Robert is dead and left his cameras and other personal belongings to her. Later, when Francesca died, her children discovered everything about her illicit love affair through the journal she has written and suddenly proclaimed her as a dedicated mother (without thinking that she has done adultery). She requested them to cremate her body and spread her ashes over Roseman Bridge, where Robert’s ashes are also spread.

That’s it! It’s a quick read and utterly disappointing book for me. I have been expecting something that would be astounding about this book, however it failed me. Though, I may give some points for Robert Kincaid for being so completely in loved with Francesca and vise-versa. That even though they are in the arms of someone, they have been thinking of each other. For me, it is half love story and half adultery. Love story because both have been deeply and genuinely smitten and in loved with each other despite their long distances and up to receiving death, they were thinking of each other’s caresses. Adultery, because in every aspect you may look at it, Francesca had an illicit affair while her husband is away. Though their relationship is okay, she is not contented with him that when a passionate and poetic guy came, she instantly fell in love with him. She is saying that Richard failed to acknowledge her, all the sweet threads she sew when she was still a child, however it does not give him any right to choose another man and fornicate with him. The book failed to impress me despite of everyone pronouncing how great it is, alongside with the movie starring Meryl Streep and Clint Eastwood. The plot is okay, nothing more nothing less. The way the story is executed is poorly written. (sorry Waller) (I’ve added some notable quotes.)

“In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once, and never again, no matter how many lifetimes you live.”

“I don’t like feeling sorry for myself. That’s not who I am. And most of the time, I don’t feel that way. Instead, I am grateful for having at least found you. We could have flashed by one another like two pieces of cosmic dust.”

(2/5)

Instruments of Night – Thomas Cook

“…seemingly eager to know fear because they never known terror.”

“Sometimes you must do a thing because your own darkness will overwhelm you if you don’t.”

“…used terror to inflict terror.”

This is the third time I’ve read Thomas Cook’s novels. Although The Cloud of Unknowing and Peril are both equipped with a powerful aura of suspense and enigmatic approach, I am not really engrossed in Thomas Cook. He is an author who can bring goosebumps to my bones yet, I think something is yet to be polished in his works. (Well, I would rather bury my nose on Cook than on Patterson). Ironically, though he is that good, I’ve never heard of his name before- proclaiming how brilliant he is unlike some authors. While my mind is drifting away (because of my failing grades in our prelims), my eyes are stumbled upon this tattered book-Instruments of Night. Without reading anything from the flaps of this battered book and looking at its very cheap price (PHP 2o.00), I thought “Why not give it a try?”

Paul Graves is a writer who has spent his career in producing gruesome novels between the sadist and killer Kessler and the man chasing him Detective Slovak. He is almost completed in his 14th novel when Allison Davies, owner of the serene Riverwood offered him a job. He should unravel and “imagine” how her friend Faye Harrison died fifty years ago to satisfy the agony of Faye’s mother, who has not accepted the truth of who really killed her daughter. Paul, being haunted by his macabre past about his sister gradually accepted the job and all the emotional baggage alongside it. With the help of a witty and sympathetic playwright, Eleanor both of them are compelled to decipher the truth behind all the scribbles and notes of a famous detective Dennis Portman-the one who handled the case fifty years ago.

However, upon imagining every possible circumstance on how Faye died, his own reverie puts him back on his dark past, a seven-year old boy sitting on a chair watching how a stranger slowly torture and kill his sister Gwen, who in the end is revealed as Kessler. His own past is filled with ghosts, ghosts that kept him awake every night, these ghosts which is breathing and living at the pages of his own books. At some time, he can hear the whispers of his dead parents for abandoning the responsibility of protecting Gwen, he can hear the shattered voice of Gwen saying “oh please, please, please”  feeling the excruciating pain-pain he did not try to alleviate because of another voice-Kessler, the stranger, the killer, the sadist who keeps on saying “You won’t tell  nobody.” And for a very long time, he concealed his tormented emotions in his book, he decided to be silent because of the terror Kessler instilled at every corner of his innocent mind.

At the same time, he is working side by side with Eleanor, imagining every exact detail upon how Faye, 16 years old, a beautiful young woman died at the cave of a pacific pacific-Rosewood. “Everybody loved Faye.” , so he couldn’t think of why someone would intentionally kill such an adorable woman. They worked on every possible outcome, he reckoned everyone as the suspect. From Jake Mosley-the alleged suspect during the time because of habitual and malicious stares to Faye but eventually died because of heart failure, to Andre Grossman- a portrait artist because of some strange question he asked to Faye, to Greta Klein- German adolescent brought by Warren Davies (Allison’s father, owner of Rosewood) to their house to become a maid and to Edward Davies and Mona Flagg- a sweet couple who is bearing a predicament because of being in love. Graves, suspected everyone, eying on odd events that may show some lose knots and prove to be something that may lead him to the true killer. And after a long time of thinking, Mrs Harrison’s letter bears the answer, “Why, Faye?” In simple words, he reanalyzed everything and the answer of who killed Faye is not a mystery anymore.

From the first sentence to the last, I have been captivated by Cook. He writes not only to entertain but to involve his readers to his novels. You will feel that the story is happening at the front of your eyes, isolated from the world nonconforming to the usual predicaments written by other authors. It is amazing how Cook manipulated the three plots: the battle between Kessler (with his sidekick Sykes) and Detective Slovak, the mystery behind Faye’s death and the sinister past of Paul Graves. I am truly astounded with every page, in every twist and turn, perhaps at times the proverbial execution of every scenes yet, he gave me an applauded and unusual ending. It is genuinely creepy and horrifying piece of literature. I recommend every bookworms to read this novel and be amazed in their seats.

“Light only darkens things already dark”

“…but it is easy to be good when there is no terror..”

(5/5 stars)

catch that elusive word!

I have been preparing of writing at least three book reviews these past hour, however, I can’t seem to find the urge in doing so. My mind is so blank right now..I don’t know if this is about that fucking exam or how unlucky i am or just a writer’s block. I can’t seem to discover the words which before are resting in my own reverie.  I am just staring at that blinking cursor, awaiting for the downpour of the words.

There is a moment or so when I read back again all my posts and I discover how aggravatingly deteriorating my vocabulary is. Oh, yes I continue reading all those books and all that however, I am not using these words for my own progress. Unlike before, I treat words as new-found gems and diamonds which in meticulous polish will enhance my vocabulary. Now, all I see is a pile of words in a box being recycled over and over again. What is happening to me. Damn it. Perhaps, I should probably grab my pen and paper and go back to the traditional way rather than wait for my wordpress dashboard have numerous drafts of unfinished posts.

(Did you noticed how many times I mention words? Yeah, that is what I am talking about–utter disappointment!)

Ate!Asan ang MENU?

Matapos ang isang linggong pakikipagsapalaran sa mga numero, kemikals at mga katanungang hindi namin matanto kung saan pinagkukuha ng mga guro namin, nagutom at nauhaw ang aking isipan dahil sa gabi-gabing pagpupuyat. Kaya ngayon, hinayaan ko ang aking dila na lasapin at hanap-hanapin ang tamis, alat at anghang ng mga paboritong putahe na sa kasalukuyan ay inaasam-asam kong lunurin ang aking nasasabik na panlasa. Kung ako ang tatanungin, walang tatalo sa luto ang aking ina. Ang bawat lasa ng mga nakagisnang ulam ay dumikit na sa bawat sulok ng aking bibig. Narito ang 5 sa mga pinakapaborito kong ulam sa tuwing ako ay uuwi sa aking minamahal na probinsya. (hindi sunod-sunod and pagkakagusto) Hayaang dumaloy ang init ng bawat bagong-lutong putahe sa inyong bibig, namnamin… patungo sa naghihintay na tiyan at pakainin ang mga bitukang nag-aagawang matikman ang lasap ng taal na lutong Pinoy.

1. Sinigang na Baboy.

Kaysarap ibabad sa bibig ang asim na dulot ng sariwang sampalok na pinitas pa sa puno ng kapitbahay. (Ngunit nagyon, mas madaling bumili ng sinigang mix na pulos preserbatibo ang laman, kahit na sinasabi nilang wala. ) Ang asim na animo’y pumapawi sa lahat ng suliraning dala ng kahindik-hindik na mga grado sa kolehiyo. Kay sarap kainin ang labanos na tila pinagmamayabang ang kanyang angking puti. Ang luntiang kangkong na umaakit sa akin para sya naman ang sunod kong tikman. Ang malambot na karne ng baboy na ilang oras ay niluto upang palakihin ang mga tiyang sabik na sabik na lamnan. Samahan mo pa ng sawsawan na nilagyan ng toyo, siling-haba at kaunting piga ng kalamansi.

2. Kare-Kare.

Hayaan malunod ang kare-kare sa sabaw nitong tinadtad ng peanut butter. Subalit ang tunay na nagpapasarap sa Kare-Kare ay ang kabiyak nitong bagoong na may petchay. Ang kaunting katas mula sa kalamansi ay isa rin sa mga sangkap na nagpapakumpleto ng putaheng ito. Sinasabi man ng ilan, na hindi kaaya-aya ng itsura nito at kulay, subalit ang sarap na tinatago ng sabaw nito ay naghahatid ng walang patid na ligaya sa ating mga panlasa.

3. Lomi.

Madalang akong makakain ng Lomi dito sa Maynila, kaya naman ang aking bibig ay uhaw na uhaw sa maalat-alat nitong lasa. Ang makakapal na hibla ng noodles na lumalangoy sa malapot nitong sabaw. Lunurin ito sa toyo at kalamansi. Utay-utaying maglalakbay ang mabangong amoy ng Lomi sa gutom na tiyan. Budburan ng kaunting paminta at lalong lilinamnam kung mayroong hipon at karne.

4. Tuyo, kamatis at itlog na pula.

Ang kombinasyong ito ay talagang walang tatalo. “combo” kung tatawagin. Isawsaw ang tuyo sa suka, ibabad hanggang sa mawala ang lahat ng lansang nababalot at ilabas nito ang kakaibang alat kapag inilagay ito sa kanin.  Gayatin ang kamatis ng pino at samahan ng itlog na pula. Paliguan ang iyong bibig ng sarap dulot ng maliliit na isdang binabad sa suka, ng kamatis na nilagyan ng kaunting patis at syempre ng itlog na pula. Hindi makukumpleto ang ulam kung wala ang isa. (Walang itlog na pula sa larawan.:( )

5. Lechong Paksiw.

Sinong Pinoy ba ang hindi makakatanggi sa Lechon? Kahit na ito ay binabad sa ilang litrong mantika at alam nating magpapataba sa ating mga katawan, ay sige pa rin at ngasab sa malutong nitong balat. Ang pinagsamang Lechon at Mang Tomas ay totoong nakakapagbigay ng ngiti sa aking mga labi. Kunin ang kanin at isabaw dito. Hayaang tangaying ang iyong isipan na laging nag-iisip na gusto mong mgbawas ng timbang. Sino ba ang makakahindi sa Lechong Paksiw?

(Paumanhin sa mga larawan, umiral na naman ang katamaran ko kaya hindi na ako masyadong nakapaghanap ng larawang mas makakapagpatakam sa iyo.) :)

Bonus: Kung ang nanay ko ang tinatangi ko sa galing sa pagluluto, ang tatay ko ang may pinakamasarap na sinangag para sa akin.

Kontra umay: manggang hilaw at bagoong, atsara..

You can’t always get what you want

This is one of my favorite songs in Glee. Enjoy!

Kapitan Sino.Bob Ong.

“Kung lahat ng tao may kapangyarihan, eh di sana lahat tayo bayani.

Kung lahat ng tao may konsensya, hindi kailangan ng bayani.

Paano yung mga nadidisgrasya?

Hindi hawak ng tao ang buhay, pero hawak ng tao ang kapangyarihan para hindi pahirapan ang ibang tao.”

Natapos ko nang basahin ang librong ito ni Bob Ong. Interesante naman ang libro ngunit sa hindi inaasahan ay hindi ko siya masayadong nagustuhan. Hindi ko alam kung bakit, ito ba ay dahil sa mabagal na daloy ng istorya o dahil ayokong tanggapin sa sarili ko na ang masaklap na buhay ni Kapitan Sino ay salamin ng buhay nating lahat. Ang miserableng pakikipagsapalaran ng isang bayaning si Rogelio na bagama’t piniling maging tagapag-ligtas ng mga tao, ay nakatanggap lamang ng paninisi galing sa ilang kababayan sa isang sitwasyon na siya ay walang kinalaman.

Ang isang superhero na piniling ibuwis ang kaniyang buhay, binigay ang kaniyang dugo na siyang gamot upang mailigtas ang sangkatauhan. Ngunit, matapos lamang ang ilang buwan, Nasaan na ang alaala ni Kapitan Sino? Nasaan na ang mataas na pagpupugay ng mga tao sa kaniya? Nagmistulang masaklap na alaala na lamang si Kapitan Sino at si Rogelio Manglicmot sa buhay ng mga tao. Oo nga’t nagbigay sila ng pagkilala sa ginawang kabayanihan ni Rogelio, pero sapat na ba yon? sapat na ba ang isang araw lamang,isang araw kung saan ang ilang tao ay nagkukuwentuhan lamang, natutulog at ilang mahalagang tao na sa halip na ipaalala ang kabayanihan ni Kapitan Sino ay ibinida ang kaniyang sariling proyekto, mga walang kuwentang proyekto na wala namang maidudulot na maganda sa barangay Pelaez?

Ganun na lang ba kadaling burahin sa mga isipan natin ang isang tao na nagbuwis ng buhay para sa nakararami? Hindi ba’t dapat maging bayani tayo sa ating mga sariling paraan?

Masakit isipin na mayroong ganitong kaugalian na umiiral sa ating mga Pilipino. Sa halip na pasalamatan ang ilang tao na may nagawang mabuti sa atin, ibinubunton natin sa kanila ang ilang bagay na maaring kasalanan natin. Kahit na nakakalungkot isipin na may ganitong sistema sa Pilipinas, nakakatuwa pa rin na maraming kuwento ng kabayanihan ang maririnig sa atin. Maraming bayani man ang namamatay ng hindi nakilala ng lahat, ay marami pa din naman ang bayaning ipinapanganak. Maraming kuwento ng kabutihan, kuwentong naghihintay lamang na mabuksan, kuwento nakapinid pa sa atin at hinihintay lamang na matuklasan.

“Wala namang napapala ang bayani kung lalagyan mo ng bulaklak ang puntod nya. Ang pagrespeto sa bayani, pagrespeto sa mga ipinaglaban nya. Pangalagaan mo ang kalayaan, o ang magandang buhay na pangarap nya para sa lahat.”