Valkyrie - A Review

Blame it on my fascination of ancient history.

I just have this inconsistent interest in World History that's why I watched this movie. And because of a love interest that is quite blooming. The latter reason is the more important one though. Anyway.



The movie revolves around the story of Colonel Claus von Stauffenberg and his plot of assassinating Adolf Hitler during World War II using Operation Valkyrie.

You can check out this site for the whole synopsis of the film.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0985699/synopsis

Over all, the film was OK but it could not make me applaud. It was quite a letdown for me. It because was expecting a bit more on the story. I was expecting the movie to provide more scenes to the viewers on the "reasons" why they would plan to kill Herr Hitler. As the said in the synopsis, the assassination attempt - the film pretty much delved only on the whole plan on how the conspirators would attempt to kill him. In addition, it was a very straight forward movie. It lacked twist and you know where the story would lead.

But I still enjoyed it.

Perhaps the knowledge I gained that at least someone in the history of man will make a difference and stand with his principles to save his fellow countrymen from a madman and make the world a better place was an eye-opener and served as an inspiration for me.

My Seven Capital Sins

Guess what. Many things just happened on me for the past few days that made me really depressed. It's just few of those days that you feel you're shit. First. A personal bout of losing un-graciously. Magaling naman talaga yung kalaban mo, e niyaya po, pagkatapos ng tatlong ikot, olats. Tapped out. Three times!! In other words, he's a black belter. You're a beginner. Second. Another bout of being inattentive. Ang sabi, ten minutes of CON-DI-TIO-NING, tinanong ko pa, "positioning?" Ayos. Naasar pa ko ng todo. Magaling. But yeah, I just let it pass, let it pass, let it pass....kahit nagiinit na ulo ko nun sa asar. Third. which is related to the second one. Another bout of hot-headedness. Breath in, breath out.....T*&#*@(+!!! F*(& You!!!. Fourth. Another bout of passiveness. You should pay what is due. Not what is circulated about by them! And I didn't do nothing to voice out my sentiment. Fifth. Another bout of carelessness. Ouch. Blood. Sixth. Another bout of closemindedness and insecurity. I don't care no more. What you say, what you do. Just leave me alone! Which leads to the final bout. Selfishness. Its all about me, me and nothing but myself.

1. losing un-graciously
2. inattentive
3. hot-headedness
4. passiveness
5. carelessness
6. closemindedness and insecurity
7. selfishness

My Seven Capital Sins. God forgive my soul.

February 13, 2009 - RX 93.1 Singles Party - Getting my Bar Fix

After much radio listening and series of hesitations for me to go to club, I finally found myself inviting a friend to join me for the RX 93.1 Singles Party in Dolce Bar at Tomas Morato.



Personally, I wasn't very fond of bars since my current health situation does not permit me(but that's another story). But after much pondering, perhaps my dateless situation, I went. Anyhow, I got off work earlier than usual to ready myself.

So there I am waiting at Mcdonald's Quezon Avenue waiting for a friend who will join me. He and his uncle bought a Benz to fetch me there, and we started the night by hanging out first at Danny's Grill at Tomas Morato to grab dinner and starting booze. I drank a bottle of beer for starters. Me and my friend Jon, talked about a plan to pick up ladies later. Around 9:30 PM, we left his uncle at the grillery, and we went to Dolce.

We're not VIP's so we stayed at the line, and guess what, my friend was wearing shorts and bar security prohibited him to enter. I thought this was the end, but when you want something, you just find ways to get it. I told him to trade pants with his uncle. So he did... Problem solved. So we were back on track.

By the way, this party has a twist. They give out glowsticks and baller ID's to define your status. I chose pink which means virgin-al(Go figure! I'm just gonna smile if you ask me "why" or "really"). My friend chose red which means single and searching.

I was wearing a black Hardy shirt (with little crystals) that time para maka-agaw atensyon-ganun daw talaga sa bar. Feeling a little confident, we went inside. Thought I was gonna leave the bar empty handed since it was ages when I went to one. Four, five years tops. I was feeling like a freshman in in a new college...Anyhow, I tried my luck and guess what? I still got it.

So here's the sequential list of the girls and the results:

1. Girls from St. Scholastica Marikina
2. Girls wearing long dresses (with glowing eyes, I don't know)
3. Norita, April and their friends
4. Girl who danced with me near a table
5. Vanessa
5. Gie, Lala and Meemee

I hope you figured out those girls I got the number and those who I just shook hands with, asked theier names and forgot it instantly.

Bars.

This is why I don't like bars. You try to be perky at magpayabang nang konti just to "pick-up" girls. I mean what's the difference you picking up prostitutes? So there I am finding myself sweet-talking the girls to get their numbers and asking them out for a date later.

In addition to this, the host in the persona of Rico Robles gave out Beyonce shirts to those girls who can dance best to the music Single Ladies by Beyonce. To the point of them showing their bras and panties. Fun, yes, but....I don't know. *me shrugs*

Well I guess it turned out good. My friend Jon would want to stay a bit longer but at 2:00 AM in the morning, no more. I need to rest for I have to exercise for tomorrow.

So after paying 300 bucks, drinking 2 bottles of beer, talking to a guy who's giving me a know-how on ladies-at-bars, constant advices from my friend Jon, smooth talking to some girls, watching ladies undo their dresses and guys blowing up condoms, I guess I got my bar fix.

So off to home for another day.

A Movie Date

Ok. So I won a couple of tickets to the advance screening of the movie Valkyrie this coming Tuesday, February 10 at 7:30 PM at the Robinson's Galleria Movieworld.


But the better part of this is I'm going out with a girl that I'm interested in. I'm gonna keep my fingers crossed!

Random Thoughts

Individuality. One of the things a person can proudly wear and never be ashamed of it. And it dawned on me that sometimes you just have to show who you are to any other person without thinking what they will say. As I was passing Cubao one afternoon, I just saw a couple of characters that really showed their individuality without any inhibitions. I was riding in a jeepney, then there was this group of guy friends, somewhat from the proletariat class, that was having fun since one of them was jokingly wearing a female sleepwear. And they passed it on to one person after the other. And I believe they're not gay. And I thought, wow, this group of people was having genuine fun from something so negligible, but the their laughter was, yeah, genuine! As I went down the jeepney, I passed by an old lady, probably in her 60's wearing full make up. She even has this fashionable bag that seem to match with her somewhat trendy dress. I said to myself, woah, this old woman still believe she's beautiful and young, even though she knows for a fact that her youth faded. And guess what, she doesn't care even if everyone looks at her. But the glow in her eyes says everything. I am beautiful. As was nearing my ride along EDSA, when I saw these two old men in their 50's or 60's, holding hands. I believe its quite obvious that they're gay. But look at that. They don't care! Just like the old woman I aforementioned, whew, they believe that they're partnership will last through time. And even at their age, they still do what they do during their youth.

Lesson learned? Confidence. Individuality. And yeah, that Who-Cares-Attitude! Do what you want to do, as long as you don't hurt other people.

Celebrating New Year with A Blast

What: New Year's Party
Where: Parut Residence
Who: Family Friends

ONE HECK OF A PARTY!

A Short Essay on Christmas

Its the time of the year when the cold winds sweep over Manila, markets are filled with mothers with helpers, buying what they can for their sumptuous Christmas feast, houses decorated with lanterns and lights, mall glittering with ornaments and littered with busy shoppers trying to find the counter that has the shortest queue.

As I was walking the down Cubao one day after work, I can't help but notice the people in their busy yet happy and light stupor, doing what they can to make their season worth remembering.

Some make the most of the season: drink, go out, party and shop. On the other hand, some continue on with their normal lives, unaware of the joys of the season thinking that it is just another day.

But what does Christmas mean?

Then I remembered those days in my childhood, where Christmas is such a joyous and magnificent season. We would do this routine every time its Christmas. We as a family would decorate the house with the little that we have. A short plastic Christmas tree, a wreath, an old Nativity scene set. I would even make a poster! One week before the event, my Dad would buy these boxes of apples and oranges in Divisoria. Then we put up socks near the tree and place the gifts Mom wrapped for everyone. We would go caroling in the neighborhood with our cousins and friends and share the little amount we get, since we go out as large group(fifteen!). The largest, I remembered we got is 20 pesos each. We would go to the marketplace, the houses of our friends and wherever we can go around he area! Then Christmas Eve, me and siblings would find it hard trying to sleep since the excitement keeps you awake. I think I remembered one of us cried because he or she can't go to sleep! But eventually we slept, and awakened by our parents for the gift opening! And the real fun begins next day, Christmas Day. All our relatives from both sides of the family will come visit us at our home then we hand them out their gifts and aguinaldo. The apples and oranges we bought earlier the week were handed down to them as well. Each kid and each adult were given one.

Sharing is one thing I learned from our family tradition.

Then after a couple of years, from receiving gifts, you're the one whose giving.
This year I've bought a little something for my family. A shirt and tie set for my brothers, a perfume for my sister and a bank account for our bunso. I'll treat my parents for a spa treatment and our "ates" in house, I handed a few hundred bucks.
It's not much compared to those expensive gifts others give but, I say, the value of sharing is still one gift a person can give to another.

God himself gave his own Son to us for our redemption!