Archive for August, 2009

Ortros no Inu

Posted in Movies on August 31, 2009 by otakujade

I am a huge Tackey the minute I found out he’s got a new dorama out I’m on the net searching for episodes to download.  That was way back in May, and the dorama doesn’t start until July but I just had to find out more about it.  And after waiting what felt like and eternity it’s finally here!!!!

I downloaded the first 3 episodes about two weeks ago and got hooked from the start.  The plot runs around two very different young men:   Ryuzaki Shinji played by Takizawa Hideaki, possesses the  “God Hand”, the power to heal wounds and illnesses just by touching the patient, is in fact a dark introvert who does not reveal his true self to others; and Aoi Ryosuke, played by Nishido Ryo, possesses the “Demon’s Hand”, the power to kill a person just by touching him, is as kind and pure as an angel. The wheel on the scene was a police detective, Hasebe Nagisa played by Mizukawa Asami; she met Aoi by accident while on a deep penetration mission concerning an illegal drug operation where he saved her life and in so doing killed her attacker.

Then by sheer accident again she found out about the existence of another person who possesses the “God Hand” the power to heal all diseases, in the person of a very security prisoner. She became a way for the two possessors to meet and in so doing cause a great disruption in the order of things. Ryuzaki tricked Aoi into killing the warden promising the other that he could bring him back to life once he’ escaped and promised to help people when he is out. Aoi did as he was asked only to find out that Ryuzaki was lying. Ryuzaki escaped leaving Aoi feeling guilty for the death of the warden. Thus begins the battle of wills between the two forces…

What I love about this dorama was the interaction between the two main characters. Tackey plays a devilishly dark character in here and he’s doing it so well! I’ve always loved him on dark roles but he really out did himself on this one. Even Nishido Ryo fans were admitting (reluectantly) that Tackey was the one to watch on this dorama.  In their interactions Ryuzaki kept on pushing Aoi to use his power, reasoning with him and using logic in his arguments, sometimes even blackmailing him to use his power. He kindda reminds me a lot about Kira without the Death Note. And you can see Aoi really struggling with him while Ryuzaki kept on taunting him.

All in all it is a great Jdorama and it’s something to really watch and follow. I mean, two gorgeous guys and a kickass plot…not to mention a great OST sang by no other than Tackey…what more can you ask for!!!???



The Gifted Child????

Posted in Introspection on August 27, 2009 by otakujade

Once in a while you would come across something which will stop you on your track and make you rethink your actions and your priorities…but this time I was unnaturally not surprise to find that “something” between the pages of a Bob Ong book. In there he mentioned this generation’s pre-occupation with mental capacities above all these.

You look at commercials on TV about milk saying they increase a child’s mental capabilities by this or that much and a lot of parents today especially the young ones and with enough money take a leap of faith towards that. It’s funny how people talk about my child’s using this or that brand of milk as if it would give their child super powers to drink those milk. I have a friend who’s budget for his child’s milk is about 1300 pesos a week. Because he wanted the “gifted child”.

In our pre-occupation with the gifted child we have somehow lost what’s really important. Yes, a gifted child is a parent’s source of pride but are we really looking after the child or are we searching for our own inadequacies. I would admit to being at fault here…I tried to make my children an extension of myself, which shouldn’t be. Maybe in their own time and manner they will discover how the love for learning and the love for books but they are not me; they individuals with their own set of interests which I may have no interest at all but as a good parent I MUST support them.

In our quest for the gifted child we have lost sight that it is not the gifted child we should be looking for but rather….the giving child. The individual who’s willing to work hard for what he believes in, the individual who care enough to do something and to look around him and notice the world rather than be pre-occupied with his own needs. A well-balanced, well-developed child who will be an exemplary example to others, a helping child who’s takes into consideration what others feel and needs.

My professor for the subject Foundations of Education once asked us where the education went wrong? Why are we producing these corrupt government officials and why have the youth lost their way? If our education system is right then why are the youth losing the fight?

Maybe…just maybe…it’s because we are focusing on the wrong ideals. Maybe it’s not the genius we really need but the man with compassion and principle.

Discovering a new genre…

Posted in Random, Uncategorized on August 26, 2009 by otakujade

I would be ashamed to call myself a wide reader if I do not have the courage and the curiosity to try a new author or genre once in a while. I have always been a big fan of five specific authors namely: Michael Crichton, David Morrell, Anne Rice, Dan Brown and of course JK Rowling. But once in a while I try something new like this last few weeks.

In honor of the books I have been reading allow me to deviate from my usual blog theme and use Tagalog as much as I can. Sorry kung Tag-lish pa rin but I’ll be able to express myself better that way I think.

I have heard of Bob Ong from a few friends pero I haven’t tried picking up the books he authored until two weeks ago.  I have read a few of the forwarded e-mail na may quotes from his books and they’re really funny. So I went to the bookstore and bought my first Bob Ong book. And what do you know, I loved it!!!! Loved it enough to start buying book after book everytime I get through with the last one. Maganda sya, di sya puro comedy…and you can clearly see the thoughts and personality of the author. Madalas nyang mabanggit sa book na extension yun ng personality nya, personal daw yung mga books nya and I believe him. It’s smart, its witty, it’s funny and very insightful. Isang salamin ng buhay Pinoy, ang yung lengguaweng ginamit eh talagang akma sa mga target audience nya..yung mga teenager, young adlts at not so young adults..hehehe! Actually, minsan feel ko same generation kami ni Bob Ong kse yung mga bagay na nababanggit nya eh madalas kapanahunan ko. But his books are not all just funny things and satire of Filipino life; it’s also a commentary of the wrongs of the Filipino way of life, it’s unrelenting and very insightful.

His books are entertaining, but it’s very rich in content. It’s not fiction and some of his comments would really drive through you. I think it’s just appropriate though, we need something like this more to tell us what we are doing right and where we went wrong.

So to Bob Ong, though I know that is not his real name…more power and I hope you write more books. Hmmm….ano naman kaya ang bibilhin ko this time…Kapitang Sino o Mac Art Hur???

In Memory of Ninoy…

Posted in Random on August 21, 2009 by otakujade

Due to my very busy schedule and all the deadlines I have to meet..I almost forgot what day today is…well, up until I opened the news and saw the numerous tribute everyone was making to the former senator.  With the nation singing his praises and paying tribute to Senator Ninoy Aquino’s heroism, courage and his love for country…please allow me to pay tribute to the one part of him that many forget and one that even he himself admitted to being lacking but he had never forgotten that amidst all his political responsibilities, duty to his beloved people and a loving husband; he was also…a very, very admirable father.

Let me share with you two letters which Ninoy sent to his children. The first was sent to his eldest daughter Ballsy on her 18th birthday while he was in prison in Fort Bonifacio; and the second one was his letter to his only son Noynoy Aquino. My tears kept pouring, I couldn’t help it…


August 18, 1973
Fort Bonifacio
Makati, Rizal

Ms. Maria Elena C. Aquino
25 Times St. Quezon City

My dearest Ballsy,
I write you this letter with tears in my eyes and as if steel fingers are crushing my heart because I wanted so much to be with you as you celebrate your legal emancipation. Now that you have come of age, my love, a voice tells me that I am no longer young and suddenly, I feel old.

An old poet gave this advice very long ago “when you are sad, remember the roses will bloom in December.” I want to send you bouquet of roses, big red roses from my dreamland garden. Unfortunately for the present, my roses are not in bloom, in fact they have dropped all their petals and only the thorns are left to keep me company. I do think it is fitting to send you a thicket of thorns on this memorable day!

I am very proud of you because you have inherited all the best traits of your mother. You are sensible, responsible, even-tempered and sincere with the least pretenses and affection which vehemently detest in a woman. I am sure like your mother, you will possess that rare brand of silent courage and that combination of fidelity and fortitude that will be the life vest of your man in the tragic moments of his life.

During my lonely hours of solitary confinement in FortMagsaysay, Laur, Nueva Ecija last March and April with nothing else to do but pray and daydream, with only my fond memories to keep me company, I planned a weekend barrio fiesta for you in Tarlac for your 18th birthday. I fooled myself into believing that my ordeal would end with the fiscal year. I planned to invite all your classmates and friends and their families for the weekends.
The schedule called for an early departure by bus from Manila and the first stop will be Concepcion , where lunch will be served by the pool. And after lunch, you were to visit the Santa RitaElementary School to distribute cookies and ice cream to the children of that public school where you were first enrolled.

I guess sheer nostalgia prompted me to include Santa Rita. We were only three then: Mommie, you and I. Those were the days of happy memories little responsibilities, tremendous freedom, a great future ahead and capped by a fulfillment of love. You are the first fruit of our union, the first proof of our love and the first seal of our affections.
From Concepcion we were to proceed to Luisita for the barrio fiesta. I intended to invite a friend who could roast an entire cow succulently. Swimming, pelota, dancing and eating would have been the order of the day.
Sunday morning was reserved for a trip around the Hacienda and the mill and maybe golf for some of the parents and later a picnic-lunch on Uncle Tony’s Island . Return to Manila after lunch. I am afraid this will have to remain as one of the many dreams I had in Laur.

Our future has suddenly become uncertain and our fate unknown. I am even now beginning to doubt whether I’ll ever be able to return to you and the family. Hence, I would like to ask you these special favors.
Love your mother, whose love for you, you will never be able to match. She is not the greatest mother in the world, she is your sincerest friend.

Take care of your younger sisters and brother and lavish them with the love and care I would like to continue giving them but am unable to do so.

Help Noy-noy along and pray hard that he will grow to be a real, responsible man who in later years will protect you all.

You are the model for your three younger sisters. Your responsibility is therefore great. Please endeavor to live up to our highest expectations. Be more tolerant to Pinky, more accessible to Viel, our little genius-princess, and more charitable to Krissy, our baby doll, and make up for my neglect.

Finally, forgive me, my love, for not having been an ideal, good and thoughtful father to you all as I pursued public office. I had hopes and high resolve of making up, but I am afraid my destiny will not oblige.
I seal this letter with a drop of tear and a prayer in my heart, that somehow, somewhere we shall meet again and I will finally be able to make up for all my lapses, in the kingdom where justice reigns supreme and love is eternal.

I love you,


My dearest Son:

One of these days , when you have completed your studies I am sure you will have the opportunity to visit many countries. And in your travels you will witness a bullfight.

In Spanish bullfighting as you know, a man – the matador – is pitted against an angry bull.

The man goads the bull to extreme anger and madness. Then a moment comes when the bull, maddened, bleeding and covered with darts, feeling his last moment has come, stops rushing about and grimly turns his face on the man with the scarlet “muleta” and sword. The Spaniards call this “the moment of truth.” This is the climax of the bullfight.

This afternoon, I have arrived at my own moment of truth. After a lengthy conference with my lawyers, Senators Jovito R. Salonga and Lorenzo M. Tanada I made a very crucial and vital decision that will surely affect all our lives: mommie’s, your sisters’, yours and all our loved ones as well as mine.

I have decided not to participate in the proceedings of the Military Commission assigned to try the charges filed against me by the army prosecution staff. As you know, I’ve been charged with illegal possession of firearms, violation of RA 1700 otherwise known as the “Anti-Subversion Act” and murder.

You are still too young to grasp the full impact of my decision. Briefly: by not participating in the proceedings, I will not be represented by counsel, the prosecution will present its witnesses without any cross examinations, I will not put up any defense, I will remain passive and quiet through the entire trial and I will merely await the verdict. Inasmuch as it will be a completely one-sided affair, I suppose it is reasonable to expect the maximum penalty will be given to me. I expect to be sentenced to imprisonment the rest of my natural life, or possibly be sent to stand before a firing squad. By adopting the course of action I decided upon this afternoon, I have literally decided to walk into the very jaws of death.

You may ask: why did you do it?

Son, my decision is an act of conscience. It is an act of protest against the structures of injustice that have been imposed upon our hapless countrymen. Futile and puny, as it will surely appear to many, it is my last act of defiance against tyranny and dictatorship.

You are my only son. You carry my name and the name of my father. I have no material wealth to leave you. I never had time to make money while I was in the hire of our people.

For this I am very sorry. I had hopes of building a little nest egg for you. I bought a ranch in Masbate in the hope that after ten or fifteen years, the coconut trees I planted there would be yielding enough to assure you a modest but comfortable existence.

Unfortunately, I had to sell all our properties as I fought battle after political battle as a beleaguered member of the opposition. And after the last battle, I had more obligations than assets.

The only valuable asset I can bequeath to you now is the name you carry. I have tried my best during my years of public service to keep that name untarnished and respected, unmarked by sorry compromises for expediency. I now pass it on to you, as good, I pray, as when my father, your grandfather passed it on to me.

I prepared a statement which I intend to read before the military commission on Monday at the opening of my trial. I hope the commission members will be understanding and kind enough to allow me to read my statement into the record. This may well be my first and only participation in the entire proceedings.

In this statement, I said: Some people suggested that I beg for mercy from the present powers that be. Son, this I cannot do in conscience. I would rather die on my feet with honor, than live on bended knees in shame.

Your great grandfather, Gen. Servilliano Aquino was twice condemned to death by both the Spaniards and the American colonizers. Fortunately, he survived both by a twist of fate.

Your grandfather, my father was also imprisoned by the Americans because he loved his people more than the Americans who colonized us. He was finally vindicated. Our ancestors have shared the pains, the sorrows and the anguish of Mother Filipinas when she was in bondage.

It is a rare privilege for me to join the Motherland in the dark dungeon where she was led back by one of her own sons whom she lavished with love and glory.

I ended my statement thus: I have chosen to follow my conscience and accept the tyrant’s revenge.

It takes little effort to stop a tyrant. I have no doubt in the ultimate victory of right over wrong, of evil over good, in the awakening of the Filipino.

Forgive me for passing unto your young shoulders the great responsibility for our family. I trust you will love your mother and your sisters and lavish them with the care and protection I would have given them.

I was barely fifteen years old when my father died. His death was my most traumatic experience. I loved and hero-worshipped him so much, I wanted to join him in his grave when he passed away. But as in all sorrows, eventually they are washed away by the rains of time.

In the coming years, I hope you will study very hard so that you will have a solid foundation on which to build your future. I may no longer be around to give you my fatherly advice. I have asked many of your uncles to help you along should the need arise and I pray you will have the humility to drink from their fountain of experiences.

Look after your two younger sisters with understanding and affection. Viel and Krissy will need your umbrella of protection for a long time. Krissy is still very young and fate has been most unkind to both of us. Our parting came too soon. Please make up for me. Take care of her as I would have taken care of her with patience and warm affection.

Finally, stand by your mother as she stood beside me through the buffeting winds of crisis and uncertainties firm and resolute and uncowed. I pray to God, you inherit her indomitable spirit and her rare brand of silent courage.

I had hopes of introducing you to my friends, showing you the world and guide you through the maze of survival. I am afraid, you will now have to go it alone without your guide.

The only advice I can give you: Live with honor and follow your conscience.

There is no greater nation on earth than our Motherland. No greater people than our own. Serve them with all your heart, with all your might and with all your strength.

Son, the ball is now in your hands.




G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra – The Review

Posted in Movies on August 14, 2009 by otakujade

We just got back from watching the movie and I couldn’t wait to this my thoughts into writing. We’ve been anticipating this movie since we firstread about it on the net and we almost didn’t get to see it because of financial constraints, but that’s another topic entirely so I won’t dabble on that. At least not right now.

If I were to sum up the entire movie in a few words it would be smart, witty, action-packed and hugely entertaining.  Maybe some people won’t agree with me on that..but then again that’s my personal opinion so shut up!

To start off, I love that the producers and director (Stephen Sommers) decided to use the best known characters from the animated series and the comic books.  I love the costumes and I love the obvious attention to details that the production people gave to them; it was obviously well researched and done with love. I wouldn’t be surprise if some of them are actually G.I. Joe fans themselves judging from the way the costumes and props were done. The characterization of the characters in the film was well done too, obviously studied, as they were able to capture the personalities of the original characters from either the animated series or the comic books.

In one interview Tatum said that he was reluctant to accept the role as it seemed to promote war and he’s a big advocate of the no-to-war ideals. But after reading the script and serializing that it’s not a war movie but rather one that’s more akin to Transformers and Harry Potter…he accepted the role. I don’t understand how he could have missed the TV series but then he would have been around 10 or 12 when the series was being shown so he really might not have been so immersed into it as much as most of us were. But he did a great job on the film and so did Sienna Miller and the rest of the casts. It was interesting to see a Wayans being in a serious movie also, and he did a very remarkable performance in the film.

I have been to Rotten Tomatoes also. I wanted to see how the critiques are judging the film…well, they’ve basically pegged it as average. Most were commenting on the lack of a deeper story line or plot but again, it’s a movie made from an animated series…why look for a deeper plot from that. I say just enjoy the movie! It’s the sort of movie you go out of being entertained and smiling..not one that’ll leave you either misty-eyed or stunted into silence but again this one was made for give it it’s due acolaide. It’s well done and it’s satisfying that should be enough.

Self Questions…

Posted in Introspection on August 12, 2009 by otakujade

Last Monday, at around 4pm we received a call from our monitoring unit that a mother and child were hit by a bus right in front of our camp; the CCTV spread in and out the camp recorded everything.

The woman was a Non-Uniformed Personnel of the PNP on leave because she had important errands she needed to do. With her was her 3-year old only daughter.  As they crossed the street, using the pedestrian crossing in front of the camp, the child holding on to her mother’s hand while she raised her hand to notify any on-coming vehicle that they we’re crossing, a bus came speeding towards them and struck both mother and child. The 3-year old daughter was dead on the spot, her skull crushed under the wheel of the bus while the mother lay semi-conscious aware that she had lost her child and severed one of her arm. The bus driver had intended to run but he was ceased by policemen deployed in the area and was taken under custody and was later transferred to QCPD.  Upon investigation the driver said he didn’t notice the woman and her child crossing, while eye witnesses said that he was looking at another direction not keeping his eyes on the road as he was supposed to because he was rushing to pick up passengers – the bus coming from a stop sign had sped up.

As the office became abuzz with the news of the accident, everyone expressing their horrified reaction to the accident and their empathy for the lost of the child, I sat there simply watching. I don’t know if it’s because I am sick and couldn’t really speak out much due to my asthma or that I am simply emotionally deficient that I cannot find a connection with the accident. Everyone was so concern, like it was their relative or something but here I was just sitting there and not saying a thing, not even feeling anything except remorse that I don’t feel the same.  I pity the woman and I feel bad about the lost of the child but somehow it’s not with the same intensity as the rest of the people around me seem to feel. Am I being truthful? Am I even normal? Or are they being over acting? Or have my training not to show too much emotion in front of other people getting the best of me that I cannot feel it anymore?

New Symbols…

Posted in Uncategorized on August 7, 2009 by otakujade

Aside from the changes both politically and socially that EDSA People Power brought about in 1986, the event also brought about certain symbolisms that have now become a part of our awareness.


The LABAN Sign popularized by the late President Cory Aquino during her bid for the presidency in 1986, had become a symbol of freedom and courage for the Filipino people. It signifies their fight against oppression and the fight for freedom.


The yellow ribbon played a huge role in our fight for freedom. And it had become a symbol of EDSA but the color of freedom and loyalty. I don’t know when we will see the yellow ribbon again, I hope it continue to be a big part of us as Filipinos.


The yellow rose, a flower so beautiful and yet to the Filipinos it means more than just a beautiful flower but a symbol of love and the camaraderie that had brought us together at EDSA. It was the peace offering the nuns and women offered to the soldiers which melted their hardened heart and made them turn their back on their training and their commander to join the people at EDSA.


I don’t know about most people but to me everytime I will look that the rosary now, I will always think of Cory Aquino and her devotion to God and her commitment to peace.