<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 04:45:34 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Into the Butterfly.                                           REINERIO A. ALBA.</title><description></description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-4964656616061782985</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 03:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T03:50:16.353-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Philippine beers</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Events</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Philippine film competitions</category><title>Red Horse MUZIKLABAN the Indie Film Challenge 2009 Winners!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/Sxdcc-H-ZkI/AAAAAAAAANM/pA9WRgOHImk/s1600-h/muziklaban+billboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/Sxdcc-H-ZkI/AAAAAAAAANM/pA9WRgOHImk/s200/muziklaban+billboard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410895130091480642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, Nov. 27, 2009, I got the opportunity to attend the awards night of the first Red Horse Beer MUZIKLABAN Indie Film Challenge at Nomnomnom Bar in Tomas Morato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt, Red Horse Beer MUZIKLABAN has successfully opened the stage for amateur rock band players from all over the Philippines to show their mettle, grit, and rock power. Now on its 11th year, Red Horse Beer MUZIKLABAN has pushed the envelope further by accomodating kindred "strong spirited" interests such as tattoo art, extreme sports, and yes, independent filmmaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, for the very first Red Horse Beer MUZIKLABAN Indie Film Challenge, the SMB group challenged Filipino indie filmmakers to come up with a 5-minute film around the theme: "The Legend of the Happy Horse". (I had my own encounter with the said "Happy Horse" myself in 2008. See my previous blog entry on it: http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/red-horse-beer-and-its-smiling-horse.html)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.A. Rivera, one of the most sought-after video directors in the country and an indie film maker, joins Pepe Smith, Ricky Sta Ana, Armand Mariano in crafting this year's MUZIKLABAN component.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"“Red Horse Beer including the indie film category in this competition is already, in itself, a solid contribution to this field as it affords the opportunity for aspiring filmmakers to be exposed to new viewers and for their talent and skills to be recognized. This prospect of providing a platform to other fellow filmmakers was the deciding factor for me in joining this project. As most filmmakers would attest, it’s not just about being able to improve your art, but it’s more importantly about being able to tell a story and having people enjoy or relate or retell that story - and that is the biggest reward of making a film," explains R.A. Rivera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Winners are : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kwentong Gidiyap" by Miko Livelo&lt;br /&gt;Winner of the OPEN CATEGORY &lt;br /&gt;Age : 24 years old&lt;br /&gt;School Graduated : Fine Arts &amp; Design at University of Santo Tomas ‘08&lt;br /&gt;Current Work : Motion Graphics Designer at Mad Banana&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/reqs.php#/mikopunch?v=app_2392950137&amp;ref=ts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/Sxc9wlRWZmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dpN3UV_6_wI/s1600-h/open+category+winner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/Sxc9wlRWZmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dpN3UV_6_wI/s200/open+category+winner.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410861382156838498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ang Inumin ng Tunay na Lalake" by Jet Leyco &lt;br /&gt;Winner of the NOVICE CATEGORY&lt;br /&gt;Age : 22 yrs. Old&lt;br /&gt;School : Far Eastern University 09&lt;br /&gt;Employer : Wassacre Films&lt;br /&gt;Watch the short film here: http://www.youtube.com/user/praxkerberus#p/a/u/0/c1bx5G7xW0A &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/Sxc-g-vUPBI/AAAAAAAAANE/py9It1TYHUQ/s1600-h/novice+category+winner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/Sxc-g-vUPBI/AAAAAAAAANE/py9It1TYHUQ/s200/novice+category+winner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410862213627132946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pagtitimpi" by Jan Parma&lt;br /&gt;Viewers Choice Award&lt;br /&gt;School : Ateneo De Manila University , Communications, Film Production student   &lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/reqs.php#/jparma?v=app_2392950137&amp;viewas=766620248&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACEBOOK PAGE OF MUZIKLABAN INDIE FILM CHALLENGE : &lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/kathleen.cervantes?v=feed&amp;story_fbid=182927709411#/pages/Makati-City/Muziklaban-Indie-Film-Challenge/82110873943&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-4964656616061782985?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/12/red-horse-muziklaban-indie-film.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/Sxdcc-H-ZkI/AAAAAAAAANM/pA9WRgOHImk/s72-c/muziklaban+billboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-8506488824837735334</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 05:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T03:25:40.896-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Philippine cultural events</category><title>NAWAN: Peace Conference, Kalinaw-Mindanaw in Davao</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SweGl7KGIVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/AVTutB6rkJA/s1600/IMG_8827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SweGl7KGIVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/AVTutB6rkJA/s200/IMG_8827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406437863774888274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just put in this commercial:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ncca.gov.ph/about-ncca/announcements/announcement.php?i=1737 &lt;br /&gt;Peace Conference Nawan: Kalinaw-Mindanaw in Davao City!&lt;br /&gt;NCCA 11.18.2009&lt;br /&gt;The Inter-committee members from the Mindanao cluster of the NCCA and sectoral leaders from the region initiates and organizes a conference titled "Nawan: Kalinaw-Mindanaw" Advancing Co-initiatives for Peace in Mindanao in Regency Inn in Davao City from Nov. 20-22, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exhibit of art works expressing the shared aspirations of the culturally diverse peoples of Mindanao opens the conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The project also features a simultaneous film showing event and live performance showcase, including a book fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The project aims to mobilize active support and participation from major stakeholders in the areas of culture, arts, and peace-building initiatives in Mindanao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The keynote address will be given by Grace Rebollos, President of Western Mindanao State University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first day, paper presenters are Col. Ernesto Ruiz Aradanas, Brigade Commander of the 603rd IB at Camp Iranun (formerly Camp Abubakar) in Barira, Maguindanao; and Shamira Gotoc, editor of http://www.clickmindanao.org. Panel discussants to these papers include Era Colmo-Espana, tribal chieftain in Kidapawan; Mayor Alex Tomawis of Barira, Maguindanao; and Fr. Rey Jaectin of Pagadian City. Also presenting her paper is Irene Santiago, chair of the Mindanao Commission on Women followed by Dr. Mario Agujam of Mindanao State University-General Santos City. The sharing of experiences will be lead by Ma. Cecilia "Geejay" Arriola-Langlois of Mebuyan, visual artist Cris Rollo, Tausug artist Edwin Tantalie, playwright and filmmaker Arnel Mardoquio, Alma Uy, chair of the Tagum City Tourism Council, and Datu Docris Daug, Tagabawa local chieftain. The second day begins with the presentation of the draft conference output for incorporation into the sub-regional planning workshops of the participants. The conference is aimed at creating a strategic development and action plan for advancing arts and culture to achieve peace in Mindanao. At the conclusion of the conference, NCCA Commissioner Ricky de Ungria will lead in the reading of the NAWAN declaration crafted by the participants, capped by a solidarity message from NCCA Executive Director Cecile Guidote-Alvarez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exhibit, titled “Hulagway ug Kaamguhan: Dalit sa Kamindanawan,” shows traditional and contemporary visual arts in Mindanao, along with a film festival showcasing works by Mindanao filmmakers that celebrate the multicultural complexity of the homeland through “Tan-aw, Lantaw Mindanaw: Cinemagining Mindanao.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evenings, participants are enjoined to watch CCP-Tanghalang Pilipino’s “Madonna Brava ng Mindanao,” Don Pagusara’s adaptation of Bertolt Brecht’s “Mother Courage and Her Children,” a searing indictment of war; traditional performances of the Teduray community of Maguindanao; and the showcase performance of contemporary dance artists from General Santos and Koronadal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawan is sponsored/funded by the National Commission for Culture and the Arts. It is organized also by the Filipino-Chinese Heritage and Cultural Society, Inc., of Davao City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference Director is Nestor Horfilla, executive director of Mindulani, the cultural network in Mindanao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further details, please email Mr. Nestor Horfilla at nthorfilla@yahoo.com.ph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-8506488824837735334?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/11/nawan-peace-conference-in-davao.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SweGl7KGIVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/AVTutB6rkJA/s72-c/IMG_8827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-3755993630122212524</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 23:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T03:30:07.806-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Wonderfully Engaged Life</category><title>Happily Sleepless in Galicia, Spain</title><description>At the moment, I am still pinching myself just to check if I am indeed here in Spain. I am deeply thankful to the universe for this gift. The power of dreams is great and so is the power of words. I remember that I had already told myself years ago that if I'd be going to Europe for the first time, then it would be in Spain. Years came by and I had forgotten about it. And then this Seminar on Sustainable Cultural Tourism here in Santiago de Compostela came, and then I am here, and I am awed. As soon as I held the invitation letter in my hands, my heart beat faster, and I knew then that I had to apply. I had to go through some seeming obstacles, but then a moment came when I knew that the universe is dead serious in proceeding with its gift for me, asserting itself at each opportunity, and is merely checking if it was indeed me at the other end receiving, wide-eyed and ready. And I realize that I am ready for it. And I am thankful that I've attracted back this dream at this point of my life when I am ready for it. And more than ever, I am deeply thankful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am here in beautiful Santiago de Compostela and I had the chance to connect with 20 plus other people from this side of the planet and from Asia (with my co-participants in the seminar from Vietnam, Cambodia, East Timor and Sri Lanka). Again, I am deeply thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, on Oct 25, on my 9th day here, I received this amazing email from my good friend Annie Luis (who also wished for me to get this Spanish opportunity), sharing a blog entry by Jason Mraz which resonated deeply within me:&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rei,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share this blog entry from our gorgeous Jason Mraz! Hoping Spain's great! Enjoy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-annie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Leaves Left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I thought about one of my favorite Sufi poems, which says that God long ago drew a circle in the sand exactly around the spot where you are standing right now. I was never not coming here. This was never not going to happen."&lt;br /&gt;— Elizabeth Gilbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been lucky enough to find a four-leaf clover. I’ve been gifted plenty, but I never found one on my own accord down on my hands and knees. Then again, I’ve never committed to a long look. But I will admit that in all my years in this child body, whenever I found myself stooped in the grass, fingering between blades of green and those greener, I always hoped that that day’s first charmed discovery would be made by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all of life, failure in the finding never got me down. The upset shows itself as a sign that that my luck would show up as something different, and perhaps a much larger version of itself. So, there was rarely a need to squander a precious moment and/or add a rare and mutant flower to the vision board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apply the same theory to never winning the lottery. I know I’m not supposed to get my millions for free. For this I am always eager to earn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were plenty of jobs where I wasn’t hired, many of them in music and theatre. Rejection left me bouncing off of so many NO’s that I learned to be encouraged by the defeats. I found I had more talents to cultivate, more songs to write, more moxie to move. I was always complete in knowing I was moving in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I sprawled across an infinite patch of tropical clover on a near deserted stretch of one of Maui’s sacred shores, basking in a pink grapefruit sunrise. I warmed and awakened every sense and chakra taking sips of the new day, gulps of air and gasps of soul soothing ginger as tea. In my mind I harmonized with the crow of the cock and purred along with the hush and shush of the swaying palms in a Pakalani filled paradise. I pulled wild hairs from my eyes and allowed my body to dry itself of the sweat fostered a few minutes before in the steamy pre-dawn sauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked, I acknowledged the elements for granting me such a blessed life. With nothing to offer the world in that moment, my naked newborn self offered up love, laughter, and gratitude. From far out to sea, God, on a cruise ship perhaps, sighed as if to say “well done” and returned the love and gratitude in a breeze, and, on my behalf, cleverly kept the world as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gaze turned to the clover and I quietly remarked at how it wasn’t the traditional Irish Shamrock I usually familiar my eyes with. This tropical ground cover was so expansive you might miss it over its normalcy. Yet, what I noticed was how each and every little stem had only two pairs of pedals popping out of the sprout. The deeper I looked through the filter of appreciation, the more I realized I wasn’t just sitting on a grassy knoll, but resting rather, almost retired in the enlightenment, enveloped on a prairie in perfect company among thousands of 4-leaf clovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck is all around me.&lt;br /&gt;Love is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May every situation be summed up in a smile.&lt;br /&gt;-Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to you Annie! Cheers to you Jason! And cheers to all those who find the love around them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SuoqxlcPITI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hqJHLMnVOmY/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SuoqxlcPITI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hqJHLMnVOmY/s200/073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398174134709461298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-3755993630122212524?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/10/happily-sleepless-in-galicia-spain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SuoqxlcPITI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hqJHLMnVOmY/s72-c/073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-837000198760327781</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 11:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T03:26:36.336-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>International Stars</category><title>Beyonce Wins 2009 Video of the Year and Shows Real Class!</title><description>Wow! For those who watched the recent MTV VMA, we all know the stunt pulled by Kanye West over Taylor Swift, stealing her precious thank you moment when Swift won the Best Female Video. But before everything's completely ruined, Beyonce herself got the chance to go up on stage to claim her Video of the Year (Single Ladies)award, made her thank you speech short, called Taylor Swift from backstage, giving Taylor Swift her moment. Classy classy Beyonce! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wLhlbypk9Lw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wLhlbypk9Lw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-837000198760327781?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/09/beyonce-wins-2009-video-of-year-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-3298455926186469561</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 02:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T03:26:50.746-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Weddings</category><title>A Unique &amp; a Joyful Wedding Entrance!</title><description>Wow! I came across this video of a wedding dance. And I was so happy watching it! The joy of the dance was so infectious it made me dance in front of my monitor. Haha. :) Am sharing it here and I wish you happiness as well! The title of the video is JK Wedding Entrance Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-3298455926186469561?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/unique-joyful-wedding-entrance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-3568873885078023059</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 01:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-22T19:07:26.743-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Loving</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Love</category><title>On Loving</title><description>I was reading through an entry of Migs in his blog:http://manilagayguy.net/ titled "Twenty Four and Loveless Yet," and I was particularly happy to read about the response Migs posted culled from the blog http://corpcloset.blogspot.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;"its also sad that some people feel that romantic love is lacking in their lives. and some complain of being lonely, lonesome, alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps some of these people focus too much on what they don't have, i.e. no love in their lives. and whining about it just makes the thought expand. always mentioning this will just reinforce it further, a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so turn it around. stop thinking you don't have love. stop focusing on what is lacking in your life. start by recognizing that there are so many people around us who love us and whom we can love back! family, friends, people we work with... then you become thankful sincerely of what you already have: this wonderful people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then start loving. It's an action word. start focusing your energies on making people you love happy: your father and mother, especially your parents, your grandparents, your officemates, your friends and barkada. spend time with them, make them laugh, make them feel appreciated. then extend to other people in dire need of loving: the poor, the elderly, the abandoned, the orphans and widows. just keep on loving and loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this way, you stop focusing on what you don't have and you start focusing on loving people around. you end up sending signals of love to the universe. and that is what the universe will give back to you. love, in all its forms, perhaps including romantic love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All together now, say with me, "I love love love!" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-3568873885078023059?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-loving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-2460384024337432737</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 03:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-21T20:32:05.137-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Things Familial</category><title>My Niece's Drawings</title><description>Last Sunday, I had a fun time with my niece Hannah, 4 years old. She had her pen and paper with her, and so I asked her to draw things randomly. After drawing one, she'd show it to me, and then ask me for another thing to draw. And I was amazed by the mental images she had of the things I told her to draw! Among other things, I was floored by her rendition of McDonald's! I try to take her there whenever I can, and she always waves a goodbye to the McDonald's arch post outside when we leave. And yet, for the local fastfood chain Jollibee, she opted to draw the mascot itself. Also, there is her perspective of the airplane (which now, I recognize as the plane that she frequently sees in the dreamboard of her Tita Erel pasted on the room's wall). And the horse! I taught she'd find it very difficult. But she showed me her horse and I was awed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am speechless. And proud. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is (click image to enlarge):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/Sj7540Mx8XI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JcoPZbTtepA/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+drawings+June+21+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/Sj7540Mx8XI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JcoPZbTtepA/s200/Hannah%27s+drawings+June+21+2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349988161842966898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-2460384024337432737?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-nieces-drawings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/Sj7540Mx8XI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JcoPZbTtepA/s72-c/Hannah%27s+drawings+June+21+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-8117461982179348996</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 01:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T03:33:30.129-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Philippines</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Philippine places</category><title>A Camel in Ilocos</title><description>When I was a kid, I recall that my early surprises in my zoo visits were seeing a long necked giraffe, a tiger, a lion, a hippo, an alligator in Manila Zoo--these were never before seen animals for me, animals that were only seen in books and National Geographic tv features. They were all, should I dare term it, Overseas Animals (OA)! Then also, two years ago, I remember my very first sighting of a brown bear and a llama (a llama! imagine that!) in Tagaytay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my recent trip to Ilocos with my friends (April 15-19, 2009), I was surprised to see, this time, a camel! :) This was in Ilocos Sur, in Baluarte Zoo, the once private resthouse of Gov. Chavit Singson now turned into a zoo open to the public. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my photo with a camel. Yes, the one eating the grass. Haha.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SfabLBod6PI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8jXRyAtk9eI/s1600-h/Ilocos+April+15-19+2009+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SfabLBod6PI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8jXRyAtk9eI/s200/Ilocos+April+15-19+2009+086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329617822758594802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-8117461982179348996?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/camel-in-ilocos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SfabLBod6PI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8jXRyAtk9eI/s72-c/Ilocos+April+15-19+2009+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-8332851448593831936</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 09:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T03:32:12.031-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Filipinos</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Philippine arts</category><title>Ivan Roxas</title><description>This last Lent, I took to reading the book &lt;em&gt;Understanding Art &lt;/em&gt;and I came across a hundred and one artists (French, Italian, English and American) from the 14th to the present century. I was amazed, among others, by Paul Delaroche's &lt;em&gt;The Execution of Lady Jane Gray&lt;/em&gt;, and specially by the virtuosity of John Singleton Copley for doing portraits that appeared so real. I wondered suddenly if there was any Filipino artist, dead or living, who  even had a bit of Copley or Delaroche in him. Then I remembered my officemate and artist Ryan Arengo telling me about seeing an Ivan Roxas painting up close, one that made the hairs on his arms stand. And today, googling Ivan Roxas, I came across this self-portrait: &lt;em&gt;Died Broken Hearted&lt;/em&gt;. The silk around the man's waist so fools the eye, I am reminded of the curtain painted by Adrian Van Der Spelt (&lt;em&gt;Flower Still Life With Curtain&lt;/em&gt;,1658) that looked so real one could thumb it. And the red cloth on the woman in this Roxas' painting recalls a familiar painting. Running through the other works of Delaroche, I saw the painting: &lt;em&gt;Joan of Arc in Prison&lt;/em&gt;, 1824. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I've posted Roxas' painting and that of Delaroche's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan Roxas,&lt;em&gt;Died Broken Hearted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SeP0fUrhiaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5w_uMMmvcs0/s1600-h/ivan+roxas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SeP0fUrhiaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5w_uMMmvcs0/s200/ivan+roxas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324368003446442402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Delaroche,&lt;em&gt;Joan of Arc in Prison&lt;/em&gt;, 1824.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SeP-er7dj6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/_rQpclQ7Mhk/s1600-h/paul+delaroche+joan+of+arc+in+prison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SeP-er7dj6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/_rQpclQ7Mhk/s200/paul+delaroche+joan+of+arc+in+prison.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324378987623714722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan Roxas was born in Tanay, Rizal, Philippines, on June 26, 1978 and graduated at the University of Sto. Tomas, (a fellow Thomasian), College of Fine Arts, Major in Painting in 2000.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-8332851448593831936?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/ivan-roxas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SeP0fUrhiaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5w_uMMmvcs0/s72-c/ivan+roxas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-2853050897718639428</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2009 03:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T03:30:29.338-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Wonderfully Engaged Life</category><title>Living Spectacularly!</title><description>I came across this message of Brazilian theatre director, writer and politician Augusto Boal (born April 16, 1931 in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil) for the World Theater Day this March 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazilian theater director Augusto Boal developed The Theatre of the Oppressed (TO) during the 1950s and 1960s. In an effort to transform theater from the "monologue" of traditional performance into a "dialogue" between audience and stage, Boal experimented with many kinds of interactive theater. His explorations were based on the assumption that dialogue is the common, healthy dynamic between all humans, that all human beings desire and are capable of dialogue, and that when a dialogue becomes a monologue, oppression ensues. Theater then becomes an extraordinary tool for transforming monologue into dialogue. "While some people make theater," says Boal, "we all are theater." -(from an introduction to Boal by Douglas L. Paterson on Webster's World of Cultural Democracy in 1996.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it made a lot of sense. And among the things he said that resonated most with me was that we do not become citizens of our respective societies until we are able to change it, and always, of course, for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is the full text of that message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All human societies are “spectacular*” in their daily life and produce “spectacles” at special moments. They are “spectacular” as a form of social organization and produce “spectacles” like the one you have come to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if one is unaware of it, human relationships are structured in a theatrical way. The use of space, body language, choice of words and voice modulation, the confrontation of ideas and passions, everything that we demonstrate on the stage, we live in our lives. We are theatre! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weddings and funerals are “spectacles”, but so, also, are daily rituals so familiar that we are not conscious of this. Occasions of pomp and circumstance, but also the morning coffee, the exchanged good-mornings, timid love and storms of passion, a senate session or a diplomatic meeting - all is theatre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main functions of our art is to make people sensitive to the “spectacles” of daily life in which the actors are their own spectators, performances in which the stage and the stalls coincide. We are all artists. By doing theatre, we learn to see what is obvious but what we usually can’t see because we are only used to looking at it. What is familiar to us becomes unseen: doing theatre throws light on the stage of daily life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last September, we were surprised by a theatrical revelation: we, who thought that we were living in a safe world, despite wars, genocide, slaughter and torture which certainly exist, but far from us in remote and wild places. We, who were living in security with our money invested in some respectable bank or in some honest trader’s hands in the stock exchange were told that this money did not exist, that it was virtual, a fictitious invention by some economists who were not fictitious at all and neither reliable nor respectable. Everything was just bad theatre, a dark plot in which a few people won a lot and many people lost all. Some politicians from rich countries held secret meetings in which they found some magic solutions. And we, the victims of their decisions, have remained spectators in the last row of the balcony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years ago, I staged Racine’s Phèdre in Rio de Janeiro. The stage setting was poor: cow skins on the ground, bamboos around. Before each presentation, I used to say to my actors: “The fiction we created day by day is over. When you cross those bamboos, none of you will have the right to lie. Theatre is the Hidden Truth”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we look beyond appearances, we see oppressors and oppressed people, in all societies, ethnic groups, genders, social classes and casts; we see an unfair and cruel world. We have to create another world because we know it is possible. But it is up to us to build this other world with our hands and by acting on the stage and in our own life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participate in the “spectacle” which is about to begin and once you are back home, with your friends act your own plays and look at what you were never able to see: that which is obvious. Theatre is not just an event; it is a way of life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all actors: being a citizen is not living in society, it is changing it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augusto Boal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-2853050897718639428?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/living-spectacularly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-3141002044271041383</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 07:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T03:30:54.143-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Wonderfully Engaged Life</category><title>Working on a Mission</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SZFogyukfQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qKysNQfNPYU/s1600-h/Manulife+Life+Bonggang+Bilyonaryo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SZFogyukfQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qKysNQfNPYU/s200/Manulife+Life+Bonggang+Bilyonaryo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301133148973989122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a week in February, I had a fruitful week learning and immersing myself in new knowledge, allowing myself as well the company of people who have opened themselves in the areas of financial planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met in person a qualifying member in the Million Dollar Round Table (yes, that premier association of financial professionals), and I became an instant fan. She has such a passion within her, plus enthusiasm, and sincere concern for her clients and even strangers, that I'd buy a policy from her outright anytime. Just like her, I see my position as a financial advisor more as a mission--a mission to help Filipinos be educated about their finances and to be responsible with their money and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely thankful for this encounter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-3141002044271041383?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/working-on-mission.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SZFogyukfQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qKysNQfNPYU/s72-c/Manulife+Life+Bonggang+Bilyonaryo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-7574285316752327097</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2009 10:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T03:31:13.793-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Wonderfully Engaged Life</category><title>Financially Marvelous 2009 for Me!</title><description>Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received this fab message from a friend during the holiday season: "The best use of our life is to love people and the best expression of that love is our time to do it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say thank you 2008 because it was also a great year for me and now I'm looking forward to this, as they put it, Ox (oks) na Ox (oks) year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-7574285316752327097?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/organic-soaps-shampoos-for-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-881533811770535141</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 10:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T03:31:52.695-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Filipinos</category><title>Carlos de leon Esguerra, the Filipino Photographer</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SUDtJsApbuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UfuMdjEBejI/s1600-h/rei+%26+carlos+de+leon+esguerra+dec+11+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SUDtJsApbuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UfuMdjEBejI/s200/rei+%26+carlos+de+leon+esguerra+dec+11+2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278479513966702306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 11, 2008- Last Dec. 11, I had the privilege of attending the lecture on "Landscape Photography" by renowned photographer Carlos de Leon Esguerra. He is a Filipino who was born in Taytay, Rizal, Philippines and is now based in Elmshurst, Queens, New York, USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was recently in the Philippines to receive the "Pamana ng Filipino" award at Malacañang Palace. The simple ceremonies was held at the Rizal Hall in Malacanang and also marked the opening of the celebration of the Month of Overseas Filipinos and the International Migrants’ Day (Dec. 10).The Presidential Awards for Filipino Individuals and Organizations Overseas is a biennial event institutionalized in Dec. 1991 by virtue of EO 498.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His co-awardees include Amelita Besa and Romeo Dorotan, (New York); Bayani de Leon, (New York); Federico Hizon, (Singapore); Libertito Pelayo, (New York); Dr. Teresita Ramos, (Honolulu); and Engr. Nilo Villarin, ( Washington). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awardees were evaluated by Philippine consulates and embassies prior to the final selection by the technical committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esguerra studied Business and Economics at the University of the Philippines, and obtained his MBA from the George Washington University in Washington, DC. He worked for more than 30 years as a programmer analyst at IBM Corporation in New York and later founded his own company, CLE Systems, Inc. Since retiring from the said company, he has since devoted his time to his passion: photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of Esguerra's photos have been published in several international magazines and publications such as Interior Design Magazine, Photo Life Magazine, Best of Photography Annual, Spa Magazine, Popular Photography and Imaging, Photo Life Magazine, Hasselblad's FORUM Magazine and Shutterbug Magazine. He is recognized by many as the modern-day Ansel Adams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his lecture, he said that what he considers greatly in any photography, past all the technicalities, is still the "soul" of the picture or what takes in the viewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See samples of Carlos de Leon Esguerra's photography at his web site: http://www.carlosesguerra.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-881533811770535141?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/12/carlos-de-leon-esguerra-filipino.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SUDtJsApbuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UfuMdjEBejI/s72-c/rei+%26+carlos+de+leon+esguerra+dec+11+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-4951221688761620641</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 06:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T03:34:00.626-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Filipinos</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Filipino TV personalities</category><title>Moymoy Palaboy, New Print Models for a Stomach Acid Product!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/ST4bpodTo3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LB89LqiAtS0/s1600-h/08-12-08_2101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/ST4bpodTo3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LB89LqiAtS0/s200/08-12-08_2101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277686215373726578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to my LRT ride yesterday, I saw this mint new tarpaulin ad of the now famous Moymoy Palaboy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brothers behind Moymoy Palaboy are now print models for a new stomach acid product ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who do not know Moymoy Palaboy (yet), just key in the name MoyMoy Palaboy via google and you are bound to discover that Moymoy Palaboy is the name of the two lip-synching Filipino siblings: 25-year old James Ronald Obeso(a.k.a. Moymoy) and his younger brother Rofil (22 years old, and the one who dons the unruly wig). Moymoy Palaboy debuted on the Internet in February 2007 and has since had a cult following among netizens, capturing sizeable hits and views for their uploaded videos of lip-synched music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most-watched Moymoy video is still the brothers’ versions of the Spice Girls’ song “Wannabe,” now with more than 4 million views and counting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since launching their lip-synching careers from their Pasay apartment, the two have gained popularity and are now seen as mainstays in the Iyo Tube portion of Bubble Gang, a popular GMA-7 show. And to think they just did their YouTube gig on a whim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hats off to these two guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the "Wannabe" video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IVrIV4SkXYY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IVrIV4SkXYY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-4951221688761620641?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/12/moymoy-palaboy-new-print-models-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/ST4bpodTo3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LB89LqiAtS0/s72-c/08-12-08_2101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-4292317440758835525</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 02:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T03:33:10.891-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Philippine beers</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Philippines</category><title>The (Smiling) Happy Horse of Red Horse Beer!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SS4KezHlafI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uTqP_uNaNEM/s1600-h/red+horse+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SS4KezHlafI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uTqP_uNaNEM/s200/red+horse+back.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273163737931803122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SS4KTlw07EI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dB7SUOfwldE/s1600-h/red+horse+rei1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SS4KTlw07EI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dB7SUOfwldE/s200/red+horse+rei1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273163545368128578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was all wild talk when I first heard about it: the smiling/happy horse of the local Red Horse beer. But I encountered David, a tourist from Germany who I met in Manila telling me about that particular happy horse again, which he said he saw in Palawan during his visit there. That encounter was in August 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in October (2008), two months after, I visited the Callao cave in Peñablanca, Cagayan for the second time. We stayed at the government-run Callao Resort. We ordered beer, and lo and behold, there it was: the red horse beer bottle with the smiling horse on it! We all quickly took turns inspecting it and found that the red horse bottle with the happy horse image had a red print for its text. And instead of the words "Experience that distinctive full-flavored taste and extra satisfying strength of a world-class premium strong beer," it merely states "FOR THAT DISTINCT FULL-FLAVORED TASTE" written in all capital texts. And where the regular Red Horse image had sharper features, the happy Red Horse image is plumpier, and its mane, a mere series of lines. I was told by my beer buddies that night that there is one such bottle of happy horse for every dozen of such beers. They said the bottle with the smiling red horse image also has the strongest brew, hence it makes you happier, too, at the quickest time. Hmm. I drank it but I did not experience any difference in both taste and effect. Oh well, at least I have photos here as proof of that encounter with the Happy Horse. Yes, it is not a story full of horsesh_t, after all. Hehe :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-4292317440758835525?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/red-horse-beer-and-its-smiling-horse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SS4KezHlafI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uTqP_uNaNEM/s72-c/red+horse+back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-3629713200191197723</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 06:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T03:34:32.416-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Filipino TV personalities</category><title>Shaira Luna, the PROMIL gifted child</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SRvtitK9NTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Evysfd1hj3E/s1600-h/rei+%26+shaira1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SRvtitK9NTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Evysfd1hj3E/s200/rei+%26+shaira1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268065369636812082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those blast-from-your-childhood-days moments. Together with my journalist friend Roel Hoang Manipon, I was able to attend the re-activation of the 90-year old milk brand Milkmaid at the fab resto Felix in Greenbelt 5 (Nov. 12, 2008). Imagine that--a brand from way waaay back! There, I was also able to meet anew Chef Florabel Co, who I initially came to know in 2004 at Le Souffle in Top of the Citi when they participated in the lamb food fest challenge organized by the Meat and Livestock Australia. I distinctly remembered eating and writing about the Seared Australian Lamb Loin in fig sauce. The sweetness of the fig sauce was rightfully complemented by the Rose Mount Shiraz that Chef Co personally recommended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what highlighted the event for me was seeing Shaira Luna herself carrying a Canon camera. Shaira, for those not familiar to her, was one of the original Promil Gifted Children, age eight, and titled junior anatomist in that 1995 TV commercial where she uttered the now famous lines "Heart. It is a hollow muscular organ located between the lungs..." I think, because of that TV commercial, every Filipino couple had since fancied about having a genius child in the family. And I do remember uttering those same lines as a comic relief around my friends just when everyone had run out of things to talk about. Shaira was a chubby child then, of course. Now she has prettily thinned out (it must be the heavy camera, hehe) but she retained the dimples and her beautiful eyes. She was baffled that I looked so familiar and was trying to remember where we've crossed paths before (I definitely must be getting oh so famous, haha). I told her that the first time I saw her all grown up was during the fiesta in my hometown province in Gumaca, Quezon two or three years ago, and I very much doubt that she had even seen a shadow of my hair at that time. And so there, happy that we've finally met, we exchanged contact numbers, and now, I'm waiting for her approval in facebook (nope, I have not turned hetero people). Googling her later that afternoon, I found out that she nearly became the youngest doctor at age 19 (taking up B.S. Human Biology at the DLSU Manila when she was 13) before she decided to call it quits to pursue a career in photography. Online info shows that she even hosted a segment in ABS-CBN’s Alas Singko Y Media and produced her own segments for Maganda Umaga Bayan until 2003. Well, the brain knows no bounds, but I'm happy for Shaira that she has, at least, found the center of her heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check Shaira's works at www.shairaluna.tk or www.viewcards.com.ph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-3629713200191197723?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/shaira-luna-promil-gifted-child.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SRvtitK9NTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Evysfd1hj3E/s72-c/rei+%26+shaira1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-3673445762131318429</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 02:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T03:34:47.075-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Filipinos</category><title>Imelda Marcos Portrait by Basuki Abdullah</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SRJb04lAZ1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/p2iaGUQXvi8/s1600-h/rei+and+Imelda+Marcos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SRJb04lAZ1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/p2iaGUQXvi8/s200/rei+and+Imelda+Marcos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265371878448457554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! Here is my photo with the famous portrait of Imelda Marcos, done in 1977 by Basuki Abdullah (Indonesian painter). This is a huge painting (288.53 cm X 171.45 cm) and is on display at the National Museum of the Filipino People, Philippines (until January 15, 2009). This was one of the paintings that was almost destroyed at the height of the EDSA Revolution in 1986. The painting is on exhibit as part of the exhibit "Days of Drawing, Portraits of Passage." Hurry, run, take a glider, and take a closer look! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The National Museum of the Filipino People is located at the Executive House Bldg., P. Burgos st. cor. Taft Ave., Ermita Manila,1000. Call 527-12-15 / 527-0278 / 528-4912. ENTRANCE FEES: Adults - P100.00 each, Students - P 30.00 each upon presentation of ID(For students enrolled in Philippine schools only); Open daily except Mondays and Tuesdays; MUSEUM HOURS:10:00 a.m. - 4:30 p.m. (NO NOON BREAK); FREE ADMISSION: Sundays (Walk-ins only; No Group Tours)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-3673445762131318429?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/imelda-marcos-portrait-by-basuki.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SRJb04lAZ1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/p2iaGUQXvi8/s72-c/rei+and+Imelda+Marcos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-6146166041323999889</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2008 07:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T03:45:59.515-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Filipino stars</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Filipino TV stars</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Filipino TV personalities</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Filipino actors</category><title>Meeting Judy Ann Santos in a French Gallery</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SQlvPy4Er1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/0h_gA3Gh-fU/s1600-h/rei+%26+judy+ann+%26+ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SQlvPy4Er1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/0h_gA3Gh-fU/s200/rei+%26+judy+ann+%26+ryan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262859956704816978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 29, 2008 - &lt;br /&gt;She was wearing a red dress and black heels. When she entered through the front door of the Alliance Total Gallery, one would have thought that one was already a part of a shoot for her latest TV endorsement of a slimming supplement. Almost everyone did look her way. It was Judy Ann Santos, the country's most recognizable actress to date who could cry copious tears at the drop of a hat. She arrived to support the exhibit of her fiance: fellow actor, host, and TV model Ryan Agoncillo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exhibit, titled "EPSON PRO: Partnership of Art and Technology," showcases EPSON printer-reproduced works of eight of the country's premier photographers and graphic designers such as BenCab, Bien Bautista, George Tapan, Jun de Leon, Quincy Castillo, Drew Europeo, Robert Alejandro, including Agoncillo. Two of Agoncillo's photographs were on exhibit: "Pagsulong," a 7 by 10.5 color photograph and "Tagak," a 9 x 6 color photograph. Agoncillo had previously exhibited the two works at the Meralco theater lobby during the premier of Santos' movie "Ploning," and was shot in Palawan during the filming of the said movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy Ann Santos had visibly become sexier and had that confidence about her. She initially had Ryan's hands locked in hers but was soon introduced to and engaged in a conversation with the tall National Artist for visual arts Bencab himself. Bencab, later, also was seen being photographed with her in front of his works: "Concealed/Revealed 1" and "Concealed/Revealed II". Seeing that Bencab did a photo-op with "the" Judy Ann Santos, who were we not to follow suit? But, of course, in such a French-y gathering, our group reined in our excitement and decided to wait a little bit longer for her to mingle around, and only made our move when we spotted her next in front of Agoncillo's work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally have respect for Judy Ann Santos now, especially for producing "Ploning" herself, and because it was a noteworthy film. One can forgive her other films, but "Ploning" definitely merits a place in Philippine cinema history. And I was, myself, visibly glad that I finally did meet her in the flesh that night, a night beautifully imprinted on my mind.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*The exhibit, organized by EXTANT PR SYSTEMS, INC and headed by Ms. EVAN CARIAGA (tel. nos. 527-0478 / 536-5720), runs from Oct. 29 to Nov. 4, 2008. Portion of the exhibit sales will be donated to the GMA Kapuso Foundation. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-6146166041323999889?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/meeting-judy-ann-santos-in-french.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SQlvPy4Er1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/0h_gA3Gh-fU/s72-c/rei+%26+judy+ann+%26+ryan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-1371017832947133039</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 05:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T03:37:37.749-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>International Stars</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Power of a Dream</category><title>Fantasia Barrino's "I Believe"</title><description>I have to admit, I still get goosebumps every time I watch Fantasia's performance during the American Idol's finals. The song was hers through and through. This song was co-written by former American Idol contestant Tamyra Gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it with me again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-yVXaw8yufY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-yVXaw8yufY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-1371017832947133039?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/fantasia-barrinos-i-believe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-2181315029237955153</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 09:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T03:38:03.491-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Food</category><title>Swagat Indian Cuisine restaurant Celebrates Diwali Festival</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SQWhVTtdCCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ujF9VN0D5KQ/s1600-h/bhel+puri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SQWhVTtdCCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ujF9VN0D5KQ/s200/bhel+puri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261789127092537378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 24 - The thought of experiencing my first Diwali Festival in an Indian restaurant was too good an experience to pass up. So, one Friday night, I braved the traffic going to Makati to head to the Swagat Indian Cuisine restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Swagat," I will soon learn is a Hindi word, which means "welcome." From the facade of the restaurant, one would have thought that the lettering of the restaurant's name was too plain-looking to merit attention. But inside, one's spirit is easily lifted by the vari-hued colors of the interior starting with the foil chains that criss-cross the ceiling, the tie-dyed cloths that line the corners of the walls, posters and small pieces of mirrors that flicker here and there, which all seemed to dance along the music coming from the modern Indian singers' videos being played on the television, and made warmer by the technicolor Christmas lights that cascade down the front glass window, and frame all posters in the walls as well. In one of the walls, one reads the cutout letters announcing "Diwali Festival."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepavali, or Diwali, is a major Indian festival, and is celebrated by Hindus, Jains and Sikhs across the globe as the "Festival of Lights," where the lights signify the victory of good over the evil within every individual. The word "deepavali" comes also from the lighted rows (avali) of lamps (deepa) that greeted King Rama of Ayodhya after a 14-year exile in the forest. Today, Diwali is celebrated on the first day of the lunar Kartika month, which comes in the month of October or November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, there is no exact date for it each year, but this year it falls on Oct. 28" explains Komal Khanchandani, who proudly says that she is the owner, manager and cook of the restaurant. "If I were in India, I would have celebrated this event with my family but since I'm in the Philippines now, I am celebrating it yearly my Filipino friends and everyone who eats here." And Khanchandani further explains that the festival is akin to the Christian's Christmas event where everyone eats good food, buys new dress, and gives gifts to one another. The one special mark of the event, she says, is the giving of sweets to all who celebrate the said occasion. During this time, too, her restaurant gives discounts to her customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khanchandani, or Komal to her friends, arrived in Manila from India with her husband Sanjay in 1981. Finding that there's not enough restaurant offering true Indian home-cooked meals in the country, and prodded in part her husband's expatriate Indian friends, they initially put up Sangam, a hole-in-the-wall Indian carinderia in Makati. But seeing their growing clientele, in 2003, the couple finally decided to open Swagat Indian Cuisine in a bigger location in Rada. Since then, the restaurant has been opened to the public from 11am to 11pm and foot traffic has been nonstop that most diners would call in advance to reserve seats, especially at meal times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that evening, Khanchandani had to excuse herself at once as she was to cook it all: for appetizers, there was mixed pakora or deep fried sliced onions, chilies and potatoes rolled in chickpeas flour. I dipped one pakora, which tasted like an upscale empanada, in mint sauce and was pleasantly surprised by its interesting flavour in my mouth. I also ate pappadom masala, which is a thin deep fried crisp lentil wafer served with onion and tomato bits, and which is definitely better than nachos. I became an instant fan, too, of the bhel puri, puffed rice bits (like noodle bits) served with various chutneys, and wonderfully crunchy.  For the main course, we were served the machi palak, or fish cooked with spinach, and chicken kadai, with a big chili on top of it. This was accompanied by two plates of rice meal: the shrimp biryani, and the unbelievably hot methi matter pullow, which is a bit green, colored by the fenugreek leaves, with green peas. Wonderfully taming all the spiciness in my food is my glass of strawberry lassi or sweetened yogurt drink flavoured with milk and strawberry. For dessert, we had the privilege of tasting Khanchandani's much sought-after homemade ice cream or kulfi. Khanchandani says it takes all of five hours to make it and yes, it's easily one of the restaurant's bestsellers. So, I took my sweet time eating my kulfi! Biting into my last spoonful of the ice cream, in my mind, I saw several arrows of lights, lights of happiness, indeed! Happy Diwali Festival everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swagat Indian Cuisine restaurant is located in FCC Building on Rada Street, Legaspi Village, Makati (tel. 752-5669).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-2181315029237955153?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/diwali-festival-at-swagat-indian.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SQWhVTtdCCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ujF9VN0D5KQ/s72-c/bhel+puri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-4749356421546043054</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Oct 2008 07:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T03:38:30.399-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Films I Love</category><title>Love of Siam (Rak Haeng Siam) in Cinemanila 2008</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SPr_ATUf65I/AAAAAAAAAIY/s7Yj0bjxPYc/s1600-h/mario+maurer+gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SPr_ATUf65I/AAAAAAAAAIY/s7Yj0bjxPYc/s200/mario+maurer+gift.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258795895559809938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to write this down. I was so taken by the film although it's all of two and a half hours running time. As part of the Cinemanila 2008 lineup of films, I watched &lt;em&gt;Love of Siam (Rak Haeng Siam&lt;/em&gt;), a Thai film written and directed by Chukiat Sakveerakul. The last gay-themed film that I liked was &lt;em&gt;Chansons d'Amour &lt;/em&gt;and now, I think, &lt;em&gt;Love of Siam &lt;/em&gt;is going to be my all time favorite gay-themed film. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love of Siam&lt;/em&gt; stars Mario Maurer (of German and Chinese descent and oh so heartachingly cute) who plays Tong and the equally charming Witwisit "Pitchy" Hiranyawongkul who plays pianist/composer/singer Mew.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some googling on &lt;em&gt;Love of Siam &lt;/em&gt;and found out that the film is a first of sorts. At 150 minutes, the film is markedly longer than most Thai films, and another is that it is a drama film, which is rare in the Thai industry, which mainly produces horror, comedy, action and (heterosexual) teen romance films. And, of course, it is gay-themed though nothing hinted at that fact in its promotional posters in Thailand. Director Sakveerakul said that this was intentional as he did not want to limit the audience of the film to gay audiences. His instincts proved him right. Released in Thai cinemas on November 22, 2007, and opening on 146 screens, the film was a commercial hit earning a total of US$1,305,125 on its third week, and earned good reviews as well from the critics. It also dominated Thailand's 2007 film awards season, winning the Best Picture category in all major national film award events, including the Thailand National Film Association Awards, Starpics Magazine's Starpics Awards, the Bangkok Critics Assembly Awards, Star Entertainment Awards. And more importantly, &lt;em&gt;Love of Siam &lt;/em&gt;is now also Thailand's official entry to the Best Foreign Language Film for the 81st Oscars Awards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to go back into why I sooo loved the film, I just had to say that director Chukiat Sakveerakul had such a good material in his hands, a great amount of sensibility both in dialogues and direction (showing Thai culture as it is today), and he was blessed with very good actors as well. He has shown not only the "young" love between two teenager males but also the love of a mother for her lost daughter, for her husband, showing as well an unrequited love...of a young girl falling for a gay friend, and of love on the friendship level. Sakveerakul's unraveling of the story is so much like the special gift giving style he showed at the onset of the film where Tong initially gave a piece of paper to Mew. Mew finds out that that piece of paper leads to another clue in a piece of paper that leads to a part of a gift, then another paper that has a clue that leads to another piece of the gift until one finds the gift itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of watching the film, the Filipino viewers that night in Cinemanila 2008(which were all so openly appreciative and affected by the film judging by their reactions during the entire run of the film) were gifted with the beauty of the story of the film itself. And gays in the country, no matter how jaded or highly-sexed, I'm sure, would, in their hearts of hearts, find themselves awashed clean, remembering a special love in their lives, re-awakened anew by how strange and wonderful love could really be upon watching this beautiful beautiful gift of a film. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;br /&gt;My favorite part would be that bed scene where Mew explains the source of his loneliness to Tong-- about his fear of losing a loved one and the pain that goes with loving that person. At the same time, Mew has learned to accept that it is impossible for anyone to go through life without loving anyone. Then Tong enfolds Mew in his arms and lets Mew to rest partly on his chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-4749356421546043054?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-of-siam-rak-haeng-siam-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SPr_ATUf65I/AAAAAAAAAIY/s7Yj0bjxPYc/s72-c/mario+maurer+gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-8817792781671469444</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2008 02:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T03:38:54.965-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Filipino designers</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Philippine designers</category><title>A Visit to The Rafe Store (Rafe Totengco) in Greenbelt</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SOQ10NW9aUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZU_NyqA_swg/s1600-h/rei+in+rafe+store+24-09-08_1830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SOQ10NW9aUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZU_NyqA_swg/s200/rei+in+rafe+store+24-09-08_1830.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252382236476270914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had the chance to visit the Greenbelt (Makati city) branch of bag designer/maven Rafe (pronounced Ra-fee) Totengco. Yes, Rafe Totengco is a Filipino (raised in Bacolod) who previously designed for Schizo, a clothing line under Sari-Sari Store prior to his leaving for New York in 1989 to study at New York's Fashion Institute and Technology. The Rafe Store opened in March 2008 and I finally did get to see his bags up close on my birthday. Of course, I had a grand time doing so with the helpful assistance of amiable staff Mitch. Rafe Totengco has been based in New York for almost 18 years now and his bag creations have been seen in the arms and hands of Paris Hilton, Jessica Alba, Eva Longoria, Mischa Barton, Lindsay Lohan, Giselle Bundchen, Adriana Lima,among others. In Rafe Totengco's recent blog, I read that he did a collaboration with Amy Smilovic, the designer of Tibi, on a limited edition collection of bags. If only for his bags, I would have loved being a girl! :) I wish I'd bump into Rafe Totengco himself on his next visit in the country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-8817792781671469444?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/visit-to-rafe-store-rafe-totengco-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SOQ10NW9aUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZU_NyqA_swg/s72-c/rei+in+rafe+store+24-09-08_1830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-7860061636694824229</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 06:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-03T23:05:42.038-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Philippine restaurants</category><title>Eating Healthy at Healthy Shabu Shabu</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SOCc3TBJysI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nuRY3W9oQcc/s1600-h/candy+hwang+%26+Rei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SOCc3TBJysI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nuRY3W9oQcc/s200/candy+hwang+%26+Rei.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251369639325846210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SOCct-qhnlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GkYlv5AddOs/s1600-h/nanay+%26+Rei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SOCct-qhnlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GkYlv5AddOs/s200/nanay+%26+Rei.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251369479243406930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Healthy Shabu Shabu branch at Shangri-la mall recently invited media people and their kids to a Kids' Workshop on learning the basics of eating shabu shabu or the Japanese variant of the Chinese hotpot. Shabu shabu, as defined by Merriam-Webster, is a Japanese dish consisting of thinly sliced beef and vegetables cooked briefly in simmering broth at the table. The word "shabu shabu" itself is said to refer to the sound of the ingredients as they are swished back and forth in the water or broth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In her welcome message, owner Candy Hwang explained that making children eat healthy and finding eating places outside the house for them is proving to be quite a challenge for parents these days. Hwang, who is a mother of two kids herself, stressed the importance of developing a healthy eating habit among children by bringing them to dining places that encourage them to eat healthier food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Letting them prepare their own food, like what we do in Healthy Shabu Shabu, is a good experience that instills in them some of the basics of good nutrition. We can teach them about balanced eating, high and low calorie meals, low-cholesterol foods, and nutritious yet tasty meals," explains Hwang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hwang views the cooking involved in their restaurant as an interactive activity that allows kids to choose which next ingredient to put into the boiling pot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workshop proper was facilitated by Vicky Barrera, mother of three and owner of Tiny Kitchen. The first step involved choosing which shabu shabu platter to have, namely: the vegetable platter, and the seafood platter and the optional high protein diet from the beef and lamb platter. Barrera started off by asking the kids present at the tablet to identify the ingredients to be cooked before them. From the vegetable platter, the kids corectly identified the green (or Baguio petchay) and white Chinese cabbage; black mushroom and carrots and tomato, along with the beancurd, meatballs, and crops such as sweet corn and yam. From the seafood platter, the kids identified the shrimp, squid, mussels, sea cucumber, and fish. The platters come with a serving of noodles: vermicelli or the flat white egg noodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With white aprons around their waists, the participants and guests learned that the secret to having a perfect shabu shabu was in knowing how to boil which ingredients first, without overcooking any of them. For the vegetable platter, for one, Barrera advised the eager and hungry guests to put the sweet corn and yam first since they need the longer cooking period to soften. One could then eventually add pieces of the leaf vegetables and beancurd along with the meatballs and beancurd (ingredients should not be left boiling for more than 30 seconds). The vermicelli noodles should follow next, which should be boiled not longer than 20 seconds. To make the soup flavorful, one should add in the shrimp, squid, mussels, sea cucumber. The fish should not be boiled for more than a minute. The egg noodles were added last though by that time, the participants were already busy eating their fill of the cooked ingredients that were dipped in a barbecue sauce made from chopped garlic, onion, chili, special base sauce and spices.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But are the pots safe for the kids? I did try touching the surface of one pot and was surprised that it was not hot to the touch even as the ingredients were boiling. The attending waiter said that the pots were made of special material to ensure that skin burns arising from accidental touching of the surface of the pots would not occur (just do not turn silly and dip your finger into the boiling water). Hwang stressed that their restaurants use electric stoves controlled by a remote instead of the traditional LPGs and with the cords neatly tucked from sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having our fill of the shabu shabu meal that lunch time, we were treated to black gulaman halo halo for dessert. And my Nanay (Mom to you zozi creatures), who I brought along, obviously, could not be happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Healthy Shabu Shabu has branches at Powerplant Mall (Tel. No 898.3979/895.6300), The Podium (Tel. Nos. 914.1028-29), SM Mall of Asia (Tel. Nos. 556.0354-55), Robinsons Galleria (Tel. Nos. 633.1979/632.1634), SM North The Block (Tel. Nos. 442.0036-37), Alabang Town Center (Tel Nos. 850.6633/850.6976), Robinsons Midtown (Tel. Nos. 526.2981/529.3983) and  Shangri La Plaza Mall (Tel Nos. 910.3272/632.7532).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-7860061636694824229?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/eating-healthy-at-healthy-shabu-shabu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SOCc3TBJysI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nuRY3W9oQcc/s72-c/candy+hwang+%26+Rei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-2275343663942626547</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 00:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-03T23:06:39.039-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Philippines Gays</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Filipino TV ads</category><title>The KFC Shrimp Surfers TV ad in the Philippines</title><description>My latest fave TV commercial, of course, is the one by KFC introducing their shrimp meal (KFC Shrimp Surfers) to its Filipino customers. For those who have yet to see it, this TV ad involves a group of male friends in a meeting room. One of them suspects that someone in their group is gay, and another comes up with a faster way of identifying this gay friend by pulling out the new KFC Shrimp Surfers. The gay in the group literally squealed with delight, with a pointing finger to match, modulating his voice to its base level just as fast when he became aware that his friends had found him out. But the heartwarming thing his guy friends did in the end was to give him a group hug, saying outright that they accept him for what he is. So, my congratulations to the advertising agent of KFC who did this KFC Shrimp Surfers ad and to KFC as well for being this cool about gayness in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the TV ad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J2ZZ4JGPHkk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J2ZZ4JGPHkk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-2275343663942626547?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/kfc-shrimp-meal-tv-ad-in-philippines.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716499025846676839.post-7758481126295778786</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 03:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-03T23:07:52.002-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Philippines birds</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>birds of the philippines</category><title>Philippine birds: Pied Fantails in our backyard!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SNcVf8R2CLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AYc5asgWXpY/s1600-h/fantail+pair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SNcVf8R2CLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AYc5asgWXpY/s200/fantail+pair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248687529224702130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what kind of bird it was. I became aware of its presence in our backyard garden in April 2008. I was taking my afternoon siesta then when I awoke to its metallic raspy chirping (I remember hearing those same bird sounds when I took a vacation in Siquijor island years ago). I tried to look for it from inside my room and peeking from the window, saw it: a black and white bird. I was so used to seeing the common Eurasian tree sparrow that this bird's presence was a welcome sight. I had tried getting a photo of it at that time but it was too swift for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, after hearing its familiar bird call again, I rushed to get my Canon (a Powershot A620) and, finally, I was able to get a photo of this bird. I couldn't get close enough as our two hyperactive dogs were there ready to smother me with their profuse show of canine love. I think I was about 16 feet away when I took the shot (hence, forgive the quality of this photo). And as soon as I could, I searched for a matching photo in the internet (I checked http://www.birdwatch.ph) and finally I was able to identify the bird: a pied fantail!(Rhipidura javanica) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to wikipedia: "Fantails are small insectivorous birds of southern Asia and Australasia belonging to the genus Rhipidura in the monotypic family Rhipiduridae. Most of the species are about 15 to 18 cm long, specialist aerial feeders, and named as "fantails." The notes from birdwatch.ph says that its habitat include parks, residential areas, thickets and mangroves, and are common in most open areas, constantly flitting out of and among branches, fanning its long white-tipped tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing was, that I got a photo, too, of the female pied fantail. Tim Fisher and Nigel Hicks in their book "Birds of the Philippines" said that the fantails occur singly in pairs or small groups.  The http://www.birdforum.net described the female of it as having "rusty brown rump, upper tail coverts and wings," and a smaller breast band blotched with white. (do correct me if I have the wrong female bird here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing perhaps that my mother had planted some red hibiscus (which she pruned 'til it grew tall like a tree) in the garden and two Christmas palms and a pair of heliconias. Spiders love spinning their webs around their canopy of leaves. And perhaps the birds could have had their fill of flies in the dung of the pigeons, which my brother kept near the area as well. Haha. What a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here they are: the fantail couple in my backyard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716499025846676839-7758481126295778786?l=intothebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://intothebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/pied-fantail-in-our-backyard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rei Alba)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_zgcEyYzio/SNcVf8R2CLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AYc5asgWXpY/s72-c/fantail+pair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>