tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20500016672806418032011-11-27T15:58:29.856-08:00Just like what the blog title says. Random ramblings. Anything under the sun.Isa Akong Pinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13345534584288166357noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050001667280641803.post-17339724284292414862009-12-04T00:57:00.000-08:002009-12-04T01:01:18.067-08:002009-12-04T01:01:18.067-08:00My husband and I decided to watch Gran Torino in the comfort of our home. When I saw the title I wasn't really expecting anything other than to be entertained while passing time. I have absolutely no idea as to what kind of film it is. My husband knew it was quite heavy. That was it. Little did I know that I am going to cry my heart out which I haven't done in a long time. <br /><br />I know Mr. Eastwood is already legendary but this one put his status to a pedestal that is quite hard to beat. I am no film expert but I am giving him and the rest of the people responsible in making Gran Torino two thumbs up because that's the best my fingers can do. <br /><br />I am not going to dissect the whole film and discuss everything but would rather focus on it as a whole and give a short but hopefully meaningful opinion about the value of the film. <br /><br />The film is very simplistic to the point that you'd think you're not seeing a film but rather a day to day scenery in our lives. But because it is so simple you can't help but identify with it. Every fiber of your body stays attuned to every unfolding scenes. <br /><br />It ends with a flourish. So simple and yet so classy. No fireworks but it lighted the sky. So smart. So dignified. I guess I would never run out of adjectives when it comes to describing this film.<br /><br />To end this, I advise you to watch it and welcome the emotions it evokes. Enjoy!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050001667280641803-1298618745928877622?l=isaakongpinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rnLw_Yt0ASeZ8pmyjiKyhA_H52s/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rnLw_Yt0ASeZ8pmyjiKyhA_H52s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rnLw_Yt0ASeZ8pmyjiKyhA_H52s/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rnLw_Yt0ASeZ8pmyjiKyhA_H52s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/rJhm/~4/1SschlS4J4w" height="1" width="1"/>Isa Akong Pinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13345534584288166357noreply@blogger.com0http://isaakongpinay.blogspot.com/2009/11/gran-torino.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050001667280641803.post-30656441953188664402009-11-13T09:31:00.000-08:002009-11-13T09:53:27.438-08:002009-11-13T09:53:27.438-08:00It all started when a friend posted a music video of Lea Salonga singing Pasko na Sinta ko. Being a fan of her, I had to watch the video and listen to her sings. <br /><br />My whole body was attuned to the song the entire time it was being played. It was quite relaxing and enjoyable. Because of that, I had to search for her other christmas songs. When I was done, I proceeded to listen to Gary Valenciano. Another of my favorite singer. Such emotions when he sings. He doesn't have the greatest vocal chords but he sings with such emotions that you can't help but be with the music. <br /><br />The entire time I was listening to the music, part of me was busy traveling down the memory lane. A phase of life gone but not forgotten. The good old days with all the hardships and yet full of joy. Part of me longs to go back and live it again. If only it is possible. I wouldn't waste a single second and jump back. Not to forget the present but to enjoy once again the joy from the past. The comfort it offers. <br /><br />If only.......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050001667280641803-3065644195318866440?l=isaakongpinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U8H9M7rJRblQYNrkvA7kCKH7XsA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U8H9M7rJRblQYNrkvA7kCKH7XsA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U8H9M7rJRblQYNrkvA7kCKH7XsA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U8H9M7rJRblQYNrkvA7kCKH7XsA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/rJhm/~4/ZTZMWXyqWYU" height="1" width="1"/>Isa Akong Pinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13345534584288166357noreply@blogger.com0http://isaakongpinay.blogspot.com/2009/11/memory-lane.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050001667280641803.post-84153458005526743902009-11-05T02:31:00.000-08:002009-11-05T02:33:52.064-08:002009-11-05T02:33:52.064-08:00Do join the forum for Filipinas wanting to live/living in Holland. Tons of friendly filipinas are waiting to assist you, make friends and help you integrate.<br /><br />http://groups.yahoo.com/group/samenleven_holland/<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050001667280641803-8415345800552674390?l=isaakongpinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hFG3KF1BjbiDgAf3c7rWq_gninA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hFG3KF1BjbiDgAf3c7rWq_gninA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hFG3KF1BjbiDgAf3c7rWq_gninA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hFG3KF1BjbiDgAf3c7rWq_gninA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/rJhm/~4/Rzdpn6us7wQ" height="1" width="1"/>Isa Akong Pinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13345534584288166357noreply@blogger.com0http://isaakongpinay.blogspot.com/2009/11/samenleven-holland_05.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050001667280641803.post-17241080666569205902009-11-05T00:51:00.000-08:002009-11-06T01:48:11.969-08:002009-11-06T01:48:11.969-08:00It is thursday and I have no classes which means ample time to spend with my little tyke. <br /><br />Anyway, I was in the act of preparing his milk and of course while at it I had to tell him to let Mama prepare his milk since he was constantly pulling on my robe asking to be carried. I admit I can multitask but holding an almost 1 1/2 year old tyke and cleaning bottle won't do. After a couple of pleas/orders he conceded and just went to play inside the kitchen. I was almost finished with the bottle when he suddenly wailed. Boy was it horrible! Apparently, the tip of his right index finger got caught in between the door and door jamb. Normally it wouldn't be a problem since there is enough gap to let his finger slide back and forth. But he pushed the door closed. <br /><br />Because of his wailing I was shocked and at first couldn't figure out what to do. It is quite hard to think while you can hear your son crying at the top of his lungs. After a few seconds I finally figured it out and gently opened the door. Yes! It seemed like an eternity. <br /><br />I took a look at his finger. Thankfully it is not seriously injured. Just turned a bit red and of course there was a bit of swelling as well but nothing that won't go away within an hour. <br /><br />Lesson of the day: Close the door first.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050001667280641803-1724108066656920590?l=isaakongpinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/k4_9mRZqAuSRkEFQt5nBj6Neyb8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/k4_9mRZqAuSRkEFQt5nBj6Neyb8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/k4_9mRZqAuSRkEFQt5nBj6Neyb8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/k4_9mRZqAuSRkEFQt5nBj6Neyb8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/rJhm/~4/jCMlOXJK5NM" height="1" width="1"/>Isa Akong Pinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13345534584288166357noreply@blogger.com0http://isaakongpinay.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-mishap.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050001667280641803.post-58483075075716088342009-10-26T06:19:00.001-07:002009-10-26T06:20:09.666-07:002009-10-26T06:20:09.666-07:00Matagal ko nang gusto na magblog. Wala lang talaga oras at tamang inspirasyon. Wala pa rin sa ngayon. Or at least it is just not enough to fully make a blog.<br /><br />Hay, ituloy ko na lang mamaya. Mamimili muna ako ng kailangan sa bahay kasama ng aking munting makulit na anghel.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050001667280641803-8283850213535714217?l=isaakongpinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x-6belW7widTMH5qa5oJ19kNn2k/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x-6belW7widTMH5qa5oJ19kNn2k/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x-6belW7widTMH5qa5oJ19kNn2k/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x-6belW7widTMH5qa5oJ19kNn2k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/rJhm/~4/469tT0px9yY" height="1" width="1"/>Isa Akong Pinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13345534584288166357noreply@blogger.com0http://isaakongpinay.blogspot.com/2009/04/panimulaintroduction.html