By Robin Lee Shope Submitted by Jane Etz
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
By Robin Lee Shope Submitted by Jane Etz
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
So I slept 1 am with a very sorry ass. Hehe… I’m so bad. I have no excuse because whether I finish 1 or 4 episodes I’m still bitin! Anyway, as long as I’m not sleeping in front of my boss then I will treat it as a minor problem.
Like the movie ‘Rome’, I would not let my kids watch this. I watch this after my kids have gone to bed. But, it is not as bad as ‘Rome’. Desperate Housewives definitely has less nudity, less blood and less sexual content. I like this movie because of the humor content. Some situations are way exaggerated ( or I’m just living in a secluded world) that I can’t imagine being in their shoes. They are indeed extra ordinary housewives (should I say high class?). I like their houses though. Maybe I need to have that kind of house before I get into those kinds of situations. Anyway, I am content being an spectator, watching from a distance. I am always waiting for something embarrassing to come up only to find myself looking away because it makes me feel uncomfortable.
That is total entertainment.
P.S. Now about my title. I know I should not write anything controversial and that my title somehow gave an impression that I will be commenting on Britney Spears. I’m so sorry but at the moment, all I can say is: she needs to clean up her act or she’ll be singing that song over and over again.
Monday, September 17, 2007
These are heavy words, not something I use everyday nor will I ever use for everyday conversation. Maybe when I start to write a book, it would come handy. In any rate, they are worth remembering just in case I would need them soeday.
Here is the list:
Iridescent - shimmering
Warrens – burrow, den, lair
Chops – jaw, mouth
Taciturn – aloof, cold
Quagmire – marsh, swamp, bog
Trepidation – fear, anxiety, unease
Welt – swelling, ridge, mark
Ameliorated – improved
Acuity – insight, perception
Fetter – tie
Contrition – repentance
Cunning – wise
Succinct – concise, to the point
Depredation – damage, devastation
Visceral – instinctive, primitive
The word I like most is… Depredation!! I guess I will start using this more
ROME 2 ended with Octavian winning the war with Anthony and Cleopatra (after the war, they both killed themselves), Titus Pullo lost his wife and unborn son, and finally took his son (with Cleopatra) and hid him from Octavian (who wants to kill the kid believing the boy is Ceasars son), and Veronus died. That’s about it but history says there’s more after that so I’ll be waiting for Season 3.
As for the Eldest book (a sequel to Eragon)… a lot happened. Mostly about Eragon’s training with the Elves. The revelation of another Rider (an Elf in the name of Oromis) and a red dragon (name I cannot pronounce but it’s spelled Gealdr) kept hidden by the elves, which became Eragon and Saphiras mentor. Eragons cousin Roran had his own battle with Galbatorix armies. In the end, the Varden won the battle between Galbatroix Army but another new Rider appeared in the name of Murtagh and his dragon Thorn and that he seemed to have greater power than Eragon. To complicate matters, Eragon found out that Murtagh is his brother and his Father is a follower of Galbatorix. There’s more to happen and it would be on the third book entitled ‘Inheritance’. *shucks* I’ve got to stop reading books that leave people hanging! If this book is to be made to a movie, I’d like to see how they would create the Elves’ forest. It would probably be very beautiful.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
I can’t help it. I’m totally addicted to this movie. It’s like a telenovela back home where you can’t wait to find what will happen next. I guess if I’m watching it in broadcast, the schedule limits my viewing time. But I have the DVDs!!! I completely control my viewing time. Mostly before starting the movie, I promised myself only one episode a night. After the first episode, I will try to convince myself that one more won’t hurt. I give in (who else am I to argue with???). After the second episode…. It took great effort to pry myself out of the couch. Only when my conscience started to say…’you must think of your children… you must think of your meetings tomorrow…’ then I finally let go. I saw two episodes last night and went to bet 12 midnight. When in bed, I couldn’t sleep. All the scenes from the movie are flashing over and over in my mind. It’s like my mind has absorbed too much and is too hyper to shut down. It took me another hour before I finally was able to sleep. That’s the torment I have to endure (it’s alright, I’m guilty on all counts!)
So far…it’s a brilliant movie (my standard). It’s as good as season 1. I am a person so easy to please. As long as my attention is caught through out the movie, then I will consider the movie good. The movie exhibits mature matters; I would not recommend it at all to children. It made me feel hate, love, excitement. It made me cry and laugh. Definitely went through a roller coaster of emotions.
I still stand by my previous character choice…it’s Titus Pullo to the end! Hopefully he doesn’t die in the end. That would make me very sad.
I guess I’ll have to continue talking about this until I see the last episode. Suspense, suspense….
Friday, September 7, 2007
Here's the synopsis from Powells.com:
Darkness falls...despair abounds...evil reigns...
Eragon and his dragon, Saphira, have just saved the rebel state from destruction by the mighty forces of King Galbatorix, cruel ruler of the Empire. Now Eragon must travel to Ellesmera, land of the elves, for further training in the skills of the Dragon Rider: magic and swordsmanship. Soon he is on the journey of a lifetime, his eyes open to awe-inspring new places and people, his days filled with fresh adventure. But chaos and betrayal plague him at every turn, and nothing is what it seems. Before long, Eragon doesn't know whom he can trust.
Meanwhile, his cousin Roran must fight a new battle — one that might put Eragon in even graver danger.
Will the king's dark hand strangle all resistance? Eragon may not escape with even his life...
The reviews are not bad either. It's worth trying. I am particularly interested on how it will turn out in the end. In books, I am particularly drawn to fiction and fantasy. These kind of theme has the capacity to bring me to places that are completely different from reality. A new world of wonder and mystery, almost magical. I guess it's my way of escaping the rutineness of reality.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
I've already read all of these. It's just that I enjoyed them too much that I'd like them to be available whenever I want to re read the stories. And since I will be keeping them for a long time, it would be nice if they are in one theme (i.e. all adult editions). The book 1 and 2 are now on sale in amazon.ca for $15 each. It's not too bad, I'll probably have the complete set in no time.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Funny…I was doing my sons tie when our dog started acting up and jumping at me whining. What the heck… does he want something now?? Suddenly, it dawned on me that the dog thought I was attaching a leash on my son and that I’m taking my son for a walk.!!! He’s probably thinking (or barking) that..’hey! Your putting the leash on the wrong son!!!' Hehe. I then realized that he’s been watching all the commotions happening this early morning. And to think this is all new to him too. So, I hugged him and said go get your own leash and I’ll take care of you next. He is so happy to obliged.
Then I went to get those lunch boxes prepared. I teased my son one more time before he go if he’s sure he doesn’t need ME to come along to school with him. He said, ‘don’t ever think about it, I maybe scared but you coming with me will even make it worst!’. With that, I knew he’ll be fine.
I reached work a bit late. My daughter has requested to be dropped to school. It’s not a big deal at work, they knew that on the first day of school, some mommy’s will be late. But I wished I had taken this day off. That isn’t exactly what I want too because tons of work are waiting for me. Just that all these running around was complicated by the fact that I went to sleep so late last night. I can’t help it. I have to watch the next 2 episodes of ROME 2. Now, I’m suffering the consequences.
The two-hour meeting this morning was SHEER TORTURE!!! My golly!! And the coffee isn’t doing its job either (probably slept late too, hehe). I knew it! As if I learned from the first time (during the ROME 1). I should start praying for the afternoon meetings right now instead of eating lunch. And maybe double the coffee too.
*yawn* and this evening will start my twice a week Fitness program … *groan*
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Hmmm...can you imagine a surgery to cost $50.00?? His first surgery in the Phippines cost P25,000.00. That is in 1993 when he was born. Took me 2 years to pay off the loan i took. After paying the first one, he needed the second surgery right away before he learn to speak. So at two years old, he went for another surgery. That was 1995 and it cost us P30,000.00. Another loan that needs to be paid in two years. It was such a burden, emotionally, financially, mentally and physically. But we have to do it. Half the battle over... because it's not the last surgery.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
These are two epic films worth watching. Actually it's one film in two seasons. Generally speaking according to wikipedia, the term "epic" refers to movies that have a large scope, often set during a time of war or other conflict, and sometimes taking place over a considerable period of time and usually has a historical setting. The title itself speaks plenty. As we already have some general historical idea (from history subject in school) of what happened in Rome, it is quite easy to grasp the bits and pieces of the movie. This background allowed me to dwell more on details and concentrate on concepts that are new to me.
Unlike the dreary history books ... this movie has added drama and twist to history. Mind you, this movie is not for children. I am watching this after my kids went to bed. It's pretty much an adult movie as far as I'm concerned. The graphic violence, corse language, scenes of nudity and sequences of an adult nature are uncomfortable enough for me to be seen by my kids.
The complete first season of the daring, ground-breaking and controversial historical drama is composed of 12 episodes. Once I started watching, it's was soo hard not to finish them all. This movie has caused me alot of sleepy days at work (for staying up so late). The following is a summary from Play.com:
The year is 52 B.C. Four hundred years after the founding of the Republic, Rome is the wealthiest city in the world, a cosmopolitan metropolis of one million people; epicenter of a sprawling empire. The Republic was founded on principles of shared power and fierce personal competition, never allowing one man to seize absolute control. But now, those foundations are crumbling, eaten away by corruption and excess. After eight years of war, two soldiers, Lucius Vorenus and Titus Pullo unwittingly become entwined in the historical events of ancient Rome. A serialized drama of love and betrayal, masters and slaves, husbands and wives, Rome chronicles a turbulent era that saw the death of a republic and the birth of an empire.
My favorite character is Titus Pullo. Check him out! He's so pure at heart (and so cute!!).
The second season has just been released. I'm on the first disc containing two episodes. I was better prepared this time because i only borrowed one disc. But then i am so eager to go back to Blockbuster to borrow the rest.
Synopsis of season 2 (from Amazon.com):
The year is 44 B.C. Julius Caesar has been assassinated and civil war threatens to destroy the Republic. In the void left by Caesar's demise, egos clash and numerous players jockey for position. The brutally ambitious Mark Antony attempts to solidify his power, aligning himself with Atia, but coming to blows with her cunning son Octavian, who has been anointed in Caesar's will as his only son and heir. Meanwhile Titus Pullo attempts to pull his friend Lucius Vorenus out of the darkness that has engulfed his soul in the wake of personal tragedy. For once again, the fates of these two mismatched soldiers seem inexorably tied to the fate of Rome itself.
This particular day I was, like I said, bored. I guess I have time go for some mental quiz. And Viola!! My brains age is 28! Sweet!! To be 28 again… he he. It’s really funny having this kind of reaction with age. But then, who would not wish to be young again? I am not denying that I would want to be young again. It does not mean I want it so bad though. I’ve had my share of being young. It has it’s own ups and downs. Some days I’d wish I’ve done things differently, most days I ‘d convince myself that I’ve done what I could.
I’ve come to the point in life where …age is just a state of mind. In my case…its 28!! :P
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
We spent almost the whole day in Sick Kids Hospital last Monday. It was my sons scheduled surgery. As it’s name convey, the patients here are from 0 to 17 years of age.. all children. Children hospitals are not new. We even have one back home. When we first went to this hospital we thought we came in the wrong building. The lobby itself does not look like it’s a hospital. It looks more like a mall. It even smell like a mall. I am quite amazed at the effort done to the place to alleviate the pain that their young patients feel. There are fountains; there are gift stores, toy stores, food shops and a huge balancing ballerina on a rope that moves across the whole lobby top. There are so many drawings on the windows. It definitely will somehow lift ones spirit, be it for the sick ones or the parents and guardians. I took the picture attached from the 6th floor. I only was able to take one or two pictures since I’m feeling so stressed.
It’s ironic, when we visited my aunt who lives in a Condo, my sons first question is ‘does she live in a hospital?’ Being so used to hospitals back home, he would know. So when he first came in the real hospital for sick kids, he was amazed (as we all are) at how different it is. The Condo building looks more of a hospital than the real one.
I’ve been to so many surgeries with my son and I’ve witnessed other mothers/fathers who are in the same situation. That day alone, I bare witness to mothers handing off their babies to the doctor, most crying. Fathers staring at the operating door long after the child were taken inside. What are they thinking and feeling? I know, very much the same as I am feeling. My son is 14 years old now and he is already strong. But when he was a baby, I cried buckets and prayed every second. Now, I still feel the pain inside but I try not to cry. He needs me to be strong so he can be strong. And he is a strong boy.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Today, the sky is gray and I can hear some distant thunder. It rarely rains in Canada. I mean the kind of rain we have back home. The rain here last a minute or two and its giving me weird feeling. Feeling of being unsatisfied…hehe. I miss the torrential rains we have. I miss the constant pouring of rain for hours. It sounds almost like a song to me…a kind of a lullaby. Whether it’s day or night, it always beckons me to sleep.
I remember when we were kids, when it starts to rain we would beg our parents to let us play under the rain. It would take us quite some time to beg and still come out with the rains still pouring and be able to enjoy the rain quite a bit longer after that. If it was here, I guess the rain would’ve gone away during the time of begging. What a snobbish rain they have in Canada!!!
When I’m a bit older…my fondness of the tropical rain has branched a bit. Oh yeah, I still very much would like to run under the rain getting all wet or perhaps play ball and whatever. But this time there’s a bit of romance mixed into it. I would imagine being in a resort with someone special and it was the rainy season. * making a big smile now * Rainy season would mean that in any given time when rain comes…it would rain for days!!! So, what would sweethearts do during times like this? It didn’t stop us from taking a stroll (in the rain, no umbrella of course), do the chasing ritual (aw c’mon, everybody must have done that :P), and then get in a the cottage made of nipa…we call it nipa hut….and be one with the rain, and then let the rain lullaby us to sleep. Can anybody imagine doing all those throughout the duration of the rain??? I can…. Imagine that is. If I’m here in Canada where rain last like a minute…then it’s all imagination for me right now.
*sigh * … I miss the rain
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
I am referring to the comments (fiery and full of words that are shooting past superlative levels) made by people who are offended by the writings done by a woman named Malu Fernandez. I admit, after reading her article, she unknowingly (or knowingly ;)) provoked everything that is coming her way.
Surely, I have never came across such a thick-faced journalist. She is definitely a fake and has serious psychological issues. She deserves everything that is now coming her way (in the most dramatic ways) and should be prepared for more.
I am not to add more to the already overflowing invectives. I very much agree to every bit of word thrown at her. Mind you, i wouldn't want to be in her shoes (not ever!!!) ha ha. I just want to bask in the midst of all the adrenalin flow because it gives this feeling of heightened senses. … (wow sounded like the movie 300!). It’s like being in one of those rallies in PUP during my University days. Just that then everybody needs to be there physically...here you just needed to be heard (or read).
There will never be enough words to be said but then there is just so much adrenalin to be let out. Soon enough, as all fire does…it will die down. What we need after this is a lesson and a realization that in any society, RESPECT is of utmost important.
Friday, August 17, 2007
But I really must have been bad at it because somehow, the friends I managed to get are the ones that hurt me the most.
The friend that I thought is the best. The one that I married and had children with. Has chosen to stray…not once, not twice…
Then there’s this friend that we met at work. Really nice to hang out with, really one of the gang. Then one day I found, as my husband confessed. There is something going on between her and him.
Then there’s another friend… a friend I thought I could trust. I even made her Godmother to my child. Run away one day with the hubby to Ottawa.
You see…I’m running out of friends. I’d like to have more but now I am not quite sure. I think I don’t know how choose friends…afraid that friends will only hurt me sooner or later. Afraid that if I get any closer to them they will hurt me in so many ways.
But who can live alone? I surely couldn’t, that I could not deny. With all the traumas I had, I’m still hoping that a true friend is out there and I should help her/him to find me. And with whatever friends I still have left, I am very thankful. If I get paranoid at times, I hope they understand.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
It is the most beautiful letter I have ever received. As I read each word (which I have done so many times before), recollections of a beautiful past came flooding back. With a big deep breath, I sat back and allowed those memories to fill my being. Time stood, a much-needed respite. Savoring all the wonderful moments.
It’s not just the letter. It’s the endless talks and adventures that only the mind can reach. It’s a completely different world.
You might ask…is this letter from my now husband? If not… why in Gods name did I let him slip through??
Let’s just say, he came to my life a bit late and he’s also a bit too far. Two people located on opposite sides of the world. But then what we had was the most beautiful thing. For two people who have not physically met and find themselves in complete harmony is something beyond spectacular. Until this day, I remember him only with good thoughts.
Here’s an excerpt of the letter…”We have just ended our 3 ½ hour conversation and I feel like I could talk to you for another 3. It is very strange to feel so close to someone who I have never really met. I want to tell you how very special you are to me. Some of the experiences in my life have left me with a few negative perceptions about females in general, but I credit you for showing me the very positive personality traits that a lady can possess. I meant what I said about you being a beautiful woman, and I would expand that to say that you are a beautiful person….” The rest gets even better :)
I’ve had my share of bad dreams. It’s probably the effect of all emotional traumas that I have gone through. I wake up with my insides crying. There were no tears but I can feel my body sobbing. I’m experiencing it all over again. It’s interesting how the mind works and how it slaves or deceives the body. You see, I’ve seen these in the movies… I’ve never thought I would experience it myself. I now know how the veterans of wars feel when they had nightmares. I’ve had my share of wars…. and it’s visiting me in my dreams. Not a very pleasant visit or a welcomed one. Even though I mentioned that it’s interesting, needless to say… it’s not something that one wishes to happen to oneself. But I’m in it neck deep. When and how I can crawl out of this hole is still a question. All I can do is pray that my daughter be spared in her time.
So, for the Tennessee Waltz that woke me and is humming merrily at the back of my mind… hum on. I can handle the truth…I’ll probably sing along. :)