<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035</id><updated>2012-01-10T00:17:49.662-08:00</updated><category term='just when i needed you most'/><category term='britain&apos;s got talent'/><category term='pagsamba at pakikibaka'/><category term='melancholy'/><category term='akon'/><category term='apprehensions'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='bayani'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='paul potts'/><category term='kenny rankin'/><category term='child of the forest'/><category term='gary granada'/><category term='regrets'/><category term='paninibugho'/><category term='fossil fuel'/><category term='levi celerio'/><category term='aiza seguerra'/><category term='progressive song'/><category term='katatagan'/><category term='jim croce. love song'/><category term='worries'/><category term='randy van warmer'/><category term='bread'/><category term='biosphere'/><category term='song of the jungle'/><category term='costa rica'/><category term='longing'/><category term='penta meter'/><category term='human society'/><category term='pluma'/><category term='opera'/><category term='folk song'/><category term='mandirigma'/><category term='ecology'/><category term='birthing pains'/><category term='enviromentalism'/><category term='pag-ibig'/><category term='tagalog poem'/><category term='iambic'/><category term='sonnet'/><category term='pagsulat'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='cris hugo'/><category term='population'/><category term='consumerism'/><category term='Nessun Dorma'/><category term='manggagawa'/><category term='ugoy ng duyan'/><category term='tourism'/><category term='hiphop'/><category term='time in a bottle'/><category term='julian lennon'/><category term='pagpaparaya'/><category term='tomas arejola'/><category term='what matters most'/><category term='frustrations'/><category term='life'/><category term='bicol university student'/><category term='saltwater'/><category term='tibak'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='put the blame on me'/><category term='ang lupang ito'/><category term='rap'/><category term='literary contest'/><category term='pakikibaka'/><category term='environmental song'/><category term='poverty'/><category term='bicolano'/><title type='text'>Alternate Reality</title><subtitle type='html'>"ARE YOU DREAMING OR PART OF SOMEBODY ELSE'S DREAM?" -- Lewis Carrol (Alice in Wonderland)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-5948768244513098050</id><published>2008-09-20T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:53:44.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Climate Change Controversy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/an-inconvenient-truth1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-104" style="margin: 5px; width: 254px; height: 370px;" title="an-inconvenient-truth1" src="http://homar.wordpress.com/files/2008/09/an-inconvenient-truth1.jpg" alt="" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ontrary to common notion, science does not always arrive at conclusions as absolute truths. Although concrete empirical evidences are the best proofs, the interpretations of these proofs are subject to consensus. In spite of the rigorous testing, experimentation, data collection, and peer reviews, scientific theories are not always established as facts. There are some scientific issues that remain to be controversial. It seems that scientists are divided into camps when it comes to some important issues. The issue of climate change is one of the hotly debated issues today. Although all scientists agree that there is indeed significant change in the climate, they do not agree on what is causing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, most experts assert that the main cause of global warming can be traced to human activities, particularly the burning of fossil fuel. On the other hand, there are some heretics that oppose this human factor theory. These scientists also have their voluminous pile of confirmable data to support their assertions. They are pointing out to the fact that the earth had already undergone dramatic climate changes in the past, long before humans existed. Some factors that are being examined for periodic and dramatic climate change are the sun’s activity, ocean’s currents, volcanic activities, and cosmic rays. It has also been noted that the correlation between the amount of carbon dioxide and high global temperature and other greenhouse gases may not necessarily have a cause and effect relationship. At worst, the cause and effect relationship might be reverse. The high temperature is causing greenhouse gases from natural sources to be released into the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Al Gore and the IPCC have been awarded the Nobel Prize for Peace, the world awareness on climate changed has risen. The efforts of Al Gore to propagate climate change awareness have earned him global recognition as a serious environmental advocate. His most notable work was the film documentary, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/An_Inconvenient_Truth"&gt;“An Inconvenient Truth.”&lt;/a&gt; Although the film itself has received international awards, there are some critics who pointed out the obvious biases in the way the film documentary was presented. Some critics dismissed the film as an outright propaganda material and money-making venture to further Al Gore’s political agenda. The film documentary fed on the fears of people by presenting a doomsday scenario. The supposedly scientific facts presented were grossly exaggerated and misleading. Some theories and assumptions were even presented as facts. Al Gore might have political agenda under his sleeves but the recognition of his efforts has resulted in global awareness and actions. Al Gore became the high-priest and global preacher of the gospel about climate change. Some politicians are now riding in the bandwagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Philippines, the politician most notable for riding with the bandwagon of climate change politics is Governor Joey Sarte Salceda of the province of Albay. He even formed an office that will focus on his policies related to climate change. This office is the Center for Initiatives and Research in Climate Change Adaptation (&lt;a href="http://albaycirca.org/"&gt;CIRCA&lt;/a&gt;). Like Al Gore, Governor Salceda is not an expert on climate change. He is not even a noted environmentalist. He is an expert in economics. Whatever the real intention of Governor Salceda in his present environmental advocacy, it seems that it is benefiting Albay Province. This province is now declared as the pilot province for a national program on climate change adaptation and mitigation. Funds poured in the province as a result. The areas of agriculture, infrastructure, and education are the concerns of the said program. National and international conferences were already held in Albay regarding climate change. Since the devastation of typhoon Reming in 2006, climate change has become a real issue in Albay that is now being addressed. Hopefully, the people of Albay are the ones that will truly benefit from the initiatives of the local government. On the other hand, if Governor Salceda is really serious in proving his sincerity about his environmental cause, perhaps it would not be a very big sacrifice if he will give up his cigarette smoking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-5948768244513098050?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/5948768244513098050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=5948768244513098050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/5948768244513098050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/5948768244513098050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2008/09/climate-change-controversy.html' title='Climate Change Controversy'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-4841220121541248028</id><published>2008-08-31T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T03:23:25.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time in a bottle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jim croce. love song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folk song'/><title type='text'>Time in a Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;by Jim Croce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://ypecsite.googlepages.com/JimCroce-TimeinaBottle.mp3"&gt;Download MP3&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could save time in a bottle&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that I'd like to do&lt;br /&gt;Is to save every day&lt;br /&gt;Till eternity passes away&lt;br /&gt;Just to spend them with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could make days last forever&lt;br /&gt;If words could make wishes come true&lt;br /&gt;I'd save every day like a treasure and then,&lt;br /&gt;Again, I would spend them with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there never seems to be enough time&lt;br /&gt;To do the things you want to do&lt;br /&gt;Once you find them&lt;br /&gt;I've looked around enough to know&lt;br /&gt;That you're the one I want to go&lt;br /&gt;Through time with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a box just for wishes&lt;br /&gt;And dreams that had never come true&lt;br /&gt;The box would be empty&lt;br /&gt;Except for the memory&lt;br /&gt;Of how they were answered by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there never seems to be enough time&lt;br /&gt;To do the things you want to do&lt;br /&gt;Once you find them&lt;br /&gt;I've looked around enough to know&lt;br /&gt;That you're the one I want to go&lt;br /&gt;Through time with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This song is one of my favorite folk songs written and sung by Jim Croce (1943-1973). This song seems to be a romantic love song but this song was actually written by Croce for his son. The song became the number one hit in the music charts three months after Croce tragically died in a plane crash. The song is sentimental but also philosophical. It expresses the love of the singer but also his wishful thinking. It tells something about the evanescence of time. In some ways, the song seemed to have been a premonition of Croce's impending death.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YouTube Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ILf-54Smv9M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ILf-54Smv9M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&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/4833580267378935035-4841220121541248028?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/4841220121541248028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=4841220121541248028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/4841220121541248028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/4841220121541248028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-in-bottle.html' title='Time in a Bottle'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-2717927183323858578</id><published>2008-08-21T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:08:59.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nessun Dorma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paul potts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='britain&apos;s got talent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opera'/><title type='text'>Paul Potts Sings Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;is name sounds more like the name of a former Cambodian dictator. No, he is not a genocidal Khemer Rouge leader. He is not even Cambodian. He is British. Far from being a megalomaniac tyrant, Paul Potts is a shy and unassuming man. He is a mobile phone salesman-turn-opera singer. His name might sounds like the name of the notorious PolPot but his voice sounds more like Pavarotti. He is the winner of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Britain's Got Talent&lt;/span&gt; t.v. show -- the British version of American Idol. Even the unapolegetic and quintessential snob, Simon the Cynical-Critic, was impressed by Paul's performance.  Watch this video of his audition performance. The judges and audience were stunned by this unassuming man. Some even broke into tears upon hearing him sing &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nessun Dorma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the video clip of Paul Potts audition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YouTube Video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxOytYLlhiQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxOytYLlhiQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of Paul Potts' success is a classic example of the "Do not judge the book by its cover" maxim. Many have underestimated Paul when he stood on the stage to audition. He looked nervous and not very confident. However, when he started to sing, the audience was simply blown away by the power of his voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-2717927183323858578?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/2717927183323858578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=2717927183323858578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/2717927183323858578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/2717927183323858578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2008/08/pual-potts-sings-opera.html' title='Paul Potts Sings Opera'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-3459092420588130666</id><published>2008-08-21T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:48:25.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping for Halloween Costumes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hen was the last time you saw Little Red Riding Hood dancing with the Big Bad Wolf? Have you ever seen Batman carrying a bag of candies knocking on every door? Do you find it odd to drink a glass of wine with a warlock and a demon? What will you do if you see elves, fairies, and leprechauns in your front yard? Well, perhaps you can call your neighborhood ghost busters. Hmm, wait a minute! Elves, fairies, and leprechauns are not ghosts! You are not dreaming or getting crazy. These are just &lt;a href="http://main.uab.edu/show.asp?durki=11051"&gt;costumes&lt;/a&gt;. It is just Halloween. Designing or buying your own Halloween costume is only limited by your imagination. The genres of costumes range from the macabre and traditional horror costumes to fairytale costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.costumecauldron.com/"&gt;Halloween costumes&lt;/a&gt; reflect the fantasy of the wearer. It is only during Halloween that you can ride the train or drive your car while portraying your alter ego without attracting too much attention. Halloween is not only for kids. It is also for adults. It is the only time of year that you can freely morph as an alien from outer space without alerting NASA, FBI, CIA or MIB. If you are an intergalactic visitor, Halloween is the only time of the year that you can safely prance around in your native costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about &lt;a href="http://www.fda.gov/oc/opacom/kids/candyandtreats.html"&gt;Halloween costume safety&lt;/a&gt;, it is also very important that you find the right store. You can either go to the nearest mall, wait in long queues for hours or you can simply shop online. You can conveniently shop for costumes for you and your kids by simply browsing the online catalogs. The vogue when it comes to grownup costumes is pirate motif. Pirate costumes are available for both male and female swashbucklers wannabes. They are also available as sexy outfits. On the other hand, when it comes to kid costumes, the animal costumes are now becoming more popular. For your costume needs, CostumeCauldron is an online store that offers the most impressive costumes at very affordable costs. Shopping for costumes was never this easy. Avoid the crowd. Shop online, right from the convenience of your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buyblogreviews.com" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.buyblogreviews.com/sponsoredImages/sponsoredpost.gif" alt="BuyBlogReviews.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-3459092420588130666?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/3459092420588130666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=3459092420588130666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/3459092420588130666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/3459092420588130666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2008/08/shopping-for-halloween-costumes.html' title='Shopping for Halloween Costumes'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-698576423755900964</id><published>2008-08-19T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:36:18.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tourism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costa rica'/><title type='text'>Visit Costa Rica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;here is no other Central American country that is more popular than Costa Rica. Joining any &lt;a href="http://www.ticosland.com/forum/"&gt;Costa Rica Forum&lt;/a&gt; will convince you that the said country is worthy to visit. If you are a US citizen, you are lucky because this tourist Mecca is just a few hours away by plane from the US mainland. Forums about the country are good avenues to interact with people who actually visited the place. They can give you useful tips, thereby making you more prepared. Reading forum comments is interactive. Comments are not purely propaganda. First-hand impressions about &lt;a href="http://www.ticosland.com/costa-rica-directory"&gt;Costa Rica&lt;/a&gt; can be reliably gathered from forums. You will not regret your stay in Costa Rica if you are well-informed. Aside from your maps, tourist guide book, and forum interactions, reading &lt;a href="http://www.ticosland.com/forum/blogs/"&gt;Costa Rica Blogs&lt;/a&gt; is also helpful. This is true especially true if these blogs are written by tourists who actually visited the place. Costa Rica offers marvelous ecological tourists attractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buyblogreviews.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.buyblogreviews.com/sponsoredImages/sponsoredpost.gif" alt="BuyBlogReviews.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-698576423755900964?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/698576423755900964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=698576423755900964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/698576423755900964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/698576423755900964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2008/08/visit-costa-rica.html' title='Visit Costa Rica'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-2297156334180095980</id><published>2008-08-19T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:54:07.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enviromentalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biosphere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='population'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumerism'/><title type='text'>Human Society and Consumerism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/4/4481631_229ff88240.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="margin: 5px; width: 239px; height: 140px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/4/4481631_229ff88240.jpg?v=0" alt="" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;uman society is a very complex society. It is far more complex and intricate than anything that can be found in nature. It is more complicated than a beehive, an ant colony, coral reef, or a termite community. Unlike other animal societies, human society retains the individuality of its members. It is also a highly flexible society. Although it has highly specialized sectors, its members can easily change roles. Its individual members can even have multiple roles at the same time. Unlike other animal societies, human society is very dynamic. It evolves faster than its individual members. It has evolved to cater not only to mere survival of its members but also to artistic and scientific pursuits. It has become sophisticated enough to appreciate the beauty and grandeur of nature. It is capable of understanding the very fabric of the universe itself. It is capable of reflecting unto itself. It is the only society that has the concept of future. It is capable of learning and passing down its knowledge from one generation to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, sophisticated as it is, human society is far from being perfect. It is still striving to achieve utopian ideals. Despite of its wealth, many of its members are still not benefiting from its progress. Its distribution of resources is inefficient. It is ironic that in the midst of plenty, many are still hungry and are barely able to survive. Scarcity is not the problem but the way wealth and resources are distributed. It is a society that is based on consumerism. Only those who have the capacity to buy are the ones that benefit most from the products and services that it produces. Good quality of life is accessible only to a minority. There are even sectors of this society that do not even have access to basic survival needs. &lt;img class="alignright" style="margin: 5px; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://supersmallgallery.com/London/garbage_pickup.jpg" alt="" align="left" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consumerism as an economic system of the human society is an unjust and inefficient system. It is a system that is not anymore based on actual needs but rather on artificial wants. These are wants created by the mass media. People are not anymore eating merely to satisfy their hunger. They eat to satisfy their palate. People are not anymore wearing clothes as protection against the weather. They are wearing clothes to show-off. The more expensive a piece of clothing, the more desirable it becomes even if it is not anymore practical to wear. Some people are building houses not anymore to serve as shelters. They build houses to showcase their success or exhibit their wealth. It is really hard to understand why the broom closets of some mansions need to be more expensive than the shacks along river banks occupied by at least six-member families each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consumerism is not based on needs but based on greed. It fuels the individual desires to have more possessions even if these possessions are not anymore necessary and only become burdens. Ironically, consumerism produced communication technologies but it has made communication gaps become wider. To some extent, computers, cellular phones, and the internet paradoxically isolated individuals rather than making them more cohesive. Some people have lost the capacity to communicate in an individual or personal level. Gadgets seemed to have made some people numb about other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, consumerism has impact not only on the social behaviors of people but also on the biosphere itself. Consumerism is taking too much from natural resources and converting these raw materials into unnecessary but coveted products. Hence, natural resources are depleted much faster than it is being replenished. Some resources are not even renewable. Consumerism is taking too much from nature without replenishing it. At the same time, it is also dumping waste in the process. Unlike other systems, such as a forest or a coral reef, the resources are not effectively used and recycled by the human society. Balance is therefore not preserved. Consumerism is the complete opposite of the natural order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance the case of the automobile industry. It is an industry being sustained by the mining the earth of petroleum and metal. Petroleum products end up polluting the air as they are converted to greenhouse gases. On the other hand, the metal parts of the automobiles end up rusting in junkyards. Although some of these metals are recycled, large bulk of these materials are lost to oxidation. Just imagine how many tons of rocks and soil have to be removed just to produce the metals needed for car production. Just imagine how much river, lake, or ocean siltation it causes. On the other hand, some of the materials used in cars are not recyclable. Materials such as polymers and fiber glass end up in some landfills, waiting millennia to be decomposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.longislandjunkcars.com/images/junk_cars_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="margin: 5px; width: 299px; height: 199px;" src="http://www.longislandjunkcars.com/images/junk_cars_image.jpg" alt="" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Consumerism resulted to the mass production of surplus products that eventually end up as garbage. Every time you shop, you contribute to the piling up of garbage. The irony of this is that most of these products benefit only very few people in spite of their abundance. Significant amount of these products are only wasted. To prove this concept, just visit the food court of a nearby mall. Observe how much food end up in the garbage bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human society is a sophisticated society. However, it is not sophisticated enough to provide for all its members. It is not sophisticated enough to be capable of optimizing resources without too much non-recyclable waste. When it comes to this aspect, an ant colony can be considered to be a far more efficient and just society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-2297156334180095980?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/2297156334180095980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=2297156334180095980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/2297156334180095980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/2297156334180095980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2008/08/human-society-and-consumerism.html' title='Human Society and Consumerism'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-5611710775286889348</id><published>2008-08-16T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:58:02.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fossil fuel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enviromentalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='population'/><title type='text'>Stored Sunlight</title><content type='html'>(NOTE: Republished from &lt;a href="http://ypec.wordpress.com/"&gt;YPEC blogsite&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;or about 100,000 years of existence of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Homo sapien sapien&lt;/span&gt; as a species, it only reached its one billion population mark in the last 200 years. For many millennia, human population has stayed below one billion. Since the 1800’s, human population has been steadily increasing in an exponential rate. It is not a mere coincidence that this population growth has reached its sudden explosion alongside with the Industrial Revolution. When humans learned a new way of producing goods in a massive scale, it resulted in product surpluses. Efficient food production and better medicine meant longer lifespan and better opportunity to reproduce. The Industrial Revolution also brought fort the rapid development and expansions of cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greater bulk of products available meant greater population can be supported. On the other hand, the rapidly increasing population meant greater demand for goods. This has become a vicious cycle that resulted to unsustainable growth. Mass production supported the ever increasing population while the population created insatiable demands for products. Although it brought prosperity and comfort, it also resulted in many problems that we are facing today. Mass production and large population require tremendous amount of energy. Somewhere along the process, too much bulk of wastes is produced. Nonrenewable sources of energy are continually being depleted just to maintain this process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient times, long before the invention of the steam engine and petroleum-powered machines, human population is supported by renewable energy. The radiant energy of the sun is the main source of this renewable energy. Humans were dependent on the daily energy coming from the sun. Humans were not yet capable of exceeding the daily energy quota provided by the sun. For instance, a hectare of wheat field can only produce certain amount of grain based on the sunlight it receives throughout the year. This biomass of wheat grain can only be converted into certain amount of human biomass. The level of production was still within the subsistence level. Surplus products were rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when civilization learned how to utilize fossil fuel, the efficiency of production dramatically increased. The distribution of these products was also made convenient by the invention of engine-powered vehicles. Hence, products became easily available to the masses. The use of fossil fuel made it possible to produce more food, improve health care, and increase mobility. These paved the way to the creation of cities. All of these resulted in the sudden increase in population. Humans became free from the bondage of daily energy quota of the sun. Humans learned how to utilize ancient stored sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stored sunlight is in the form of fossil fuel. The sunlight energy stored by primeval forests, sea creatures, and land fauna became the fossil fuel. Ancient biomass was compacted under tremendous pressure and temperature for millions of years. This biomass turned into hydrocarbons as a result. The sunlight energy stored in this fossil fuel is now sustaining factories, power plants, and automobiles. Every time you turn the ignition key of your car, you are actually burning remnants of extinct biodiversity. The remains of prehistoric forests and fauna are literally being burned. It took millions of years for the fossil fuel to be formed but it only takes a few seconds for it to be burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fossil fuel provided energy surplus to support the exponential population growth. But this energy is not sustainable. Fossil fuel is predicted to be totally depleted within a century. If this happens a sudden crash in the economic and political systems is expected. The world is facing yet another global war. Since industries are dependent on fossil fuel, economic tension will become worse as the supply of fossil fuel continues to be depleted. Petroleum will steadily become a coveted and rare commodity. As fossil fuel becomes rarer, world instability will increase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-5611710775286889348?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/5611710775286889348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=5611710775286889348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/5611710775286889348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/5611710775286889348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2008/08/stored-sunlight.html' title='Stored Sunlight'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-2752055021700927421</id><published>2008-07-09T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:53:47.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kenny rankin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiza seguerra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what matters most'/><title type='text'>What Matters Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://homarfavoritesongs.googlepages.com/WhatMattersMost.mp3"&gt;Dowdload MP3-Aiza rendition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not how long we held each other's hand&lt;br /&gt;What matters is how well we loved each other&lt;br /&gt;It's not how far we travelled on our way&lt;br /&gt;Of what we found to say&lt;br /&gt;It's not the spring you see, but all the shades of green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not how long I held you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;What matters is how sweet the years together&lt;br /&gt;It's not how many summertimes we had to give to fall&lt;br /&gt;The early morning smiles we tearfully recall&lt;br /&gt;What matters most is that we loved at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not how many summertimes we had to give to fall&lt;br /&gt;The early morning smiles we tearfully recall&lt;br /&gt;What matters most is that we loved at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What matters most is that we loved at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-2752055021700927421?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-7012428866966811738</id><published>2008-06-08T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:35:27.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randy van warmer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just when i needed you most'/><title type='text'>Just When I Needed You Most</title><content type='html'>By &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Randy VanWarmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://homar.murillo.googlepages.com/38JustWhenINeededYouMost-RandyVanwar.mp3"&gt;Download MP3&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You packed in the morning and I&lt;br /&gt;Stared out the window and I&lt;br /&gt;Struggled for something to say&lt;br /&gt;You left in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Without closing the door&lt;br /&gt;I didn't stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss you more than I&lt;br /&gt;Missed you before and now&lt;br /&gt;Where I'll find comfort, God knows&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you left me&lt;br /&gt;Just when I needed you most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Left me, just when I needed you most)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now most every morning I&lt;br /&gt;Stare out the window and I&lt;br /&gt;Think about where you might be&lt;br /&gt;I've written you letters&lt;br /&gt;That I'd like to send&lt;br /&gt;If you would just send one to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need you more than I&lt;br /&gt;Needed before and now&lt;br /&gt;Where I'll find comfort, God knows&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you left me&lt;br /&gt;Just when I needed you most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Left me, just when I needed you most)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental Interlude]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You packed in the morning I&lt;br /&gt;Stared out the window and I&lt;br /&gt;Struggled for something to say&lt;br /&gt;You left in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Without closing the door&lt;br /&gt;I didn't stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I love you more than I&lt;br /&gt;Loved you before and now&lt;br /&gt;Where I'll find comfort, God knows&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you left me&lt;br /&gt;Just when I needed you most&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You left me&lt;br /&gt;Just when I needed you most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me&lt;br /&gt;Just when I needed you most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/-T4vnsSE94/aus=" width="300" height="110" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-7012428866966811738?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/7012428866966811738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=7012428866966811738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/7012428866966811738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/7012428866966811738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-when-i-needed-you-most.html' title='Just When I Needed You Most'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-5113561475267259935</id><published>2008-05-30T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T07:42:13.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saltwater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environmental song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='julian lennon'/><title type='text'>Saltwater</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Julian Lennon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://ypecsite.googlepages.com/JulianLennon-SaltWater.MP3"&gt;Download MP3&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verse 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a rock revolving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Emaj7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the golden sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;E7-A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a billion children rolled into one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Am-E-C#m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I hear about the hole in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;C-D-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saltwater wells in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verse 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climb the highest mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Emaj7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make the desert bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;E7-A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so ingenious we can walk on the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Am-E-C#m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I hear of how the forest have died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;C-D-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saltwater wells in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Abm-A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Abm-A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;C#m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the world I love is dying (and now I'm crying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Abm-A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is not a friend (no friend of mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Abm-A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As friends we're out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;C#m-C#m7-F#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's slowly passing by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(slow strum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before our eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verse 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We light the deepest ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Emaj7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send photographs of Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;E7-A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so enchanted by how clever we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Am-E-C#m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should one baby be so hungry it cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;C-D-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt water wells in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verse 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a rock revolving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Emaj7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the golden sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;E7-A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a billion children rolled into one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Am-E-C#m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will I think of me, the day that I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;C-D-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt water wells in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YouTube Video:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWWKl1QJed0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWWKl1QJed0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="355"&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/4833580267378935035-5113561475267259935?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/5113561475267259935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=5113561475267259935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/5113561475267259935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/5113561475267259935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2008/05/salt-water.html' title='Saltwater'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-36582931958431240</id><published>2008-05-12T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:53:25.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='put the blame on me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='akon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiphop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>Sorry, Blame It On Me</title><content type='html'>by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://homarfavoritesongs.googlepages.com/Akon-SorryPutTheBlameOnMe.mp3"&gt;Download MP3&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As life goes on I'm starting to learn more and more about responsibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I realize everything I do is affecting the people around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I want to take this time out and apologize for things I have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And things that have not occurred yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the things they don't want to take responsibility for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the times I left you home&lt;br /&gt;I was on the road and you were alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the times that I had to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the fact that I did not know&lt;br /&gt;That you were sitting home just wishing we&lt;br /&gt;Could go back to when it was just you and me&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the times I would neglect&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the times I disrespect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the wrong things that I've done&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm not always there for my son&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the fact that I am not aware&lt;br /&gt;That you can't sleep at night when I am not there&lt;br /&gt;Because I am in the streets like everyday&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the things that I did not say&lt;br /&gt;Like how you are the best thing in my world&lt;br /&gt;And how I am so proud to call you my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;I understand that there are some problems&lt;br /&gt;And I am not too blind to know&lt;br /&gt;All the pain you kept inside you&lt;br /&gt;Even though you might not show&lt;br /&gt;If I can apologize for being wrong&lt;br /&gt;Then it's just a shame on me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the reason for your pain and you can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me [4x]&lt;br /&gt;Said you can put the blame on me [3x]&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the things that he put you through&lt;br /&gt;And all the times you didn't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that you had to go and sell those packs&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to stay busy till you heard from Dad&lt;br /&gt;And you would rather be home with all your kids&lt;br /&gt;As one big family with love and bliss&lt;br /&gt;And even though Pops treated us like kings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got a second wife and you didn't agree&lt;br /&gt;He got up and left you there all alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that you had to do it on your own&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I went and added to your grief&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that your son was once a thief&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I grew up way too fast&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would've listened and not be so bad&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry your life turned out this way&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry the FEDS came and took me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that it took so long to see&lt;br /&gt;They were dead wrong trying to put it on me&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that it took so long to speak&lt;br /&gt;But I was on tour with Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the hand that she was dealt&lt;br /&gt;For the embarrassment that she felt&lt;br /&gt;Just a little young girl trying to have fun&lt;br /&gt;Her daddy should never let her out that young&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for Club Zen getting shut down&lt;br /&gt;I hope they manage better next time around&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know she was underage&lt;br /&gt;Enter 21 you know the club they say&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't anybody wanna take blame&lt;br /&gt;For rising back out disgracing my name&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a singer trying to entertain&lt;br /&gt;Because I love my fans I'll take that blame&lt;br /&gt;Even though the blame's on you [3x]&lt;br /&gt;I'll take that blame from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can put that blame on me [2x]&lt;br /&gt;You can put that blame on me&lt;br /&gt;And you can put that blame on me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-36582931958431240?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-6593766942085850564</id><published>2008-05-09T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:18:29.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugoy ng duyan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='levi celerio'/><title type='text'>Sa Ugoy ng Duyan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(L. San Pedro/L. Celerio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sung by Aiza Seguerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imeem Player:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/TSvDexcjJd/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/TSvDexcjJd/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYRICS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y di nagmaliw ang dati kong araw&lt;br /&gt;Nang munti pang bata sa piling ni nanay&lt;br /&gt;Nais kong maulit ang awit ni inang mahal&lt;br /&gt;Awit ng pag-ibig habang ako'y nasa duyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y di nagmaliw ang dati kong araw&lt;br /&gt;Nang munti pang bata sa piling ni nanay&lt;br /&gt;Nais kong maulit ang awit ni inang mahal&lt;br /&gt;Awit ng pag-ibig habang ako'y nasa duyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Sa aking pagtulog na labis ang himbing&lt;br /&gt;Ang bantay ko'y tala, ang tanod ko'y bituin&lt;br /&gt;Sa piling ni nanay, langit ay buhay&lt;br /&gt;Puso kong may dusa sabik sa ugoy ng duyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y di nagmaliw ang dati kong araw&lt;br /&gt;Nang munti pang bata sa piling ni nanay&lt;br /&gt;Nais kong maulit ang awit ni inang mahal&lt;br /&gt;Awit ng pag-ibig habang ako'y nasa duyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa aking pagtulog na labis ang himbing&lt;br /&gt;Ang bantay ko'y tala, ang tanod ko'y bituin&lt;br /&gt;Sa piling ni nanay, langit ay buhay&lt;br /&gt;Puso kong may dusa sabik sa ugoy ng duyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nais kong matulog sa dating duyan ko, inay&lt;br /&gt;Oh! inay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-6593766942085850564?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/6593766942085850564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=6593766942085850564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/6593766942085850564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/6593766942085850564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2008/05/sa-ugoy-ng-duyan.html' title='Sa Ugoy ng Duyan'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-1373601391851485250</id><published>2008-04-30T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T06:46:22.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pagpaparaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paninibugho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pag-ibig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katatagan'/><title type='text'>Isang  Salitang Maraming Kahulugan</title><content type='html'>Sinulat Ni &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Carena Marte Murillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;a dinami-dami ng mga salita na ating ginagamit sa araw-araw, ang salitang ito lamang ang laging nakakapagpapaalaala sa akin ng kagandahan ng buhay. Ito rin ang salitang sumusubok sa aking katatagan. Sabi nila ang salitang ito ay maraming kahulugan mabuti man o masama. Ito halos ang dahilan ng lahat ng taong nabubuhay kung bakit sila natututong lumaban o magparaya. Hindi ko pa lubos na nauunawaan noon ang kahulugan ng salitang ito at lalong hindi ko nasisiguro kung meron nga nito. Ngunit halos lahat ng tao ay mariringan mo na binabanggit ang salitang ito sa ibat-ibang pamamaraan. Ang salitang iton rin ang dahilan kung bakit ang tao ay nakararamdam ng ligaya, kalungkutan, paninibugho, pagpaparaya, kasakiman, at pagkabigo. Ang salitang ito ay maari mong madama maging ukol sa kalikasan o sa bayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumaki ako sa tahanang punong-puno nito. Simula sa aking mga magulang at mga kapatid, ibinigay nila ito sa akin ng walang pag-iimbot. Subalit natakot ako at nalungkot sa aking mga nakita sa labas. Marami pala ang mga pinagkaitan nito. Sa kabilang banda, mayroon din na mga mapaglaro ukol sa salitang ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagdaan ang panahon at ako ay natutong makipagbuno sa agos. Nandoon din ang mga pagkakataon na ako ay umiwas upang hindi ko maranasan ang masaktan o makasakit. Masyado akong naging mapagtangol sa aking sarili. Subalit ang katotohanan ng aking pag-iwas ay ang karuwagan. Ako ay naging duwag na makaranas ng pighati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merong isang kaibigan ang nakapagsabi sa akin na malalaman mo lang ang tunay na kahulugan ng salitang ito kung ikaw ay masasaktan. Subalit ayaw kong masaktan kaya mas pinili ko ang umiwas. Sa di sinasadyang pangyayari na dulot ng pagkakataon, ang aking kaibigan ang naging salamin ko ng masamang bunga ng salitang tinutukoy ko. Masyado syang naging bigo dahil dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit sadyang hindi mo masasabi ang agos ng tadhana. Isang tao ang pumukaw nito sa akin. Ni hindi sinasadya o pinilit. Isang araw ay naramdaman ko na lang na ako pala ay hindi kasing manhid o duwag ng katulad ng iniisip ko. Dahil sa kanya, natuto akong lumaban, manindigan, umasa, magtiwala at makita ang kagandahan ng buhay na hindi ko pa nakita. Natutunan ko kung paano ang umibig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dating payak at walang panganib na pamumuhay ay napalitan ng pakikipagsapalaran. Natuto akong makibaka. Natuto akong maging matatag. Subalit nandodoon pa rin ang pangamba. Nandodoon pa rin ang takot na ako ay masaktan. Ang tanging nagsisilbing lakas ko upang mapaglabanan ang lahat ng ito ay ang aking kabiyak. Kung wala siya, hindi ko alam kung saang direksyon ako babaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natuto akong magmahal. Hindi ko man ginusto na ito ay matutunan, nagising na lang ako isang araw sa katotohanan na ito na pala ang nagpapagalaw sa aking buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw kong matutunan ang magparaya. Hindi ko gagawin ang magparaya at isuko ang taong pinakamamahal ko. Sa kanya umiikot ang buo kong pagkatao. Sabihin man ng iba na ako ay sakim, hindi ako makakapayag na may ibang umangkin ng pag-ibig na dapat ay nakalaan lang sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasakiman ba na ipagtangol ang tahanan na aming itinayo? Marami na ring nagdaang bagyo ngunit ang tahanan na ito ay nakatayo pa rin. Patuloy itong mananatili hangang ito ay nakasalig sa pag-ibig. Kung ano man ang pinagdadaanan namin ngayon, alam ko na ito ay aming mapagtatagumpayan na magkasama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-1373601391851485250?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/1373601391851485250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=1373601391851485250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/1373601391851485250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/1373601391851485250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2008/04/isang-salitang-maraming-kahulugan.html' title='Isang  Salitang Maraming Kahulugan'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-924419007882962500</id><published>2008-04-08T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:18:45.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ang lupang ito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progressive song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gary granada'/><title type='text'>Ang Lupang Ito</title><content type='html'>by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gary Granada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://homarfavoritesongs.googlepages.com/2.AngLupangIto.mp3"&gt;Download MP3&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simoy ng bukid at hamog sa linang&lt;br /&gt;Luntiang paligid ang aking kinagisnan&lt;br /&gt;Mahal na magulang at mga anak ko&lt;br /&gt;Dito isinilang sa lupang ito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa init na labis at salat na ulan&lt;br /&gt;Dinilig ko ng pawis ang lupang tigang&lt;br /&gt;Binhi ay sumibol, nag-usbong, nag-uhay&lt;br /&gt;Nagbunga at bumuhay ng maraming buhay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit dumating ang araw&lt;br /&gt;Ang lupa'y naagaw at nasiil&lt;br /&gt;Ng mga dayuha't banyagang&lt;br /&gt;May mahiwagang dokumentong papel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang aking paniwala magmula pa noon&lt;br /&gt;Iba sa panukala na nakasulat doon&lt;br /&gt;Ang sinabi ng pari ay di raw totoo&lt;br /&gt;Na Dios ang may-ari ng lupang ito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa aking bulong at sigaw&lt;br /&gt;Tangis at hiyaw at walang nakinig&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit sa kataastaasan&lt;br /&gt;Ang katotohanan kailanman'y di lingid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Dios ng pag-ibig at kapayapaan&lt;br /&gt;Dios din na hukom, Dios ng katarungan&lt;br /&gt;Babalik na ang hari, magsusulit kayo&lt;br /&gt;Sa tunay na may-ari ng lupang ito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-924419007882962500?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/924419007882962500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=924419007882962500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/924419007882962500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/924419007882962500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2008/04/ang-lupang-ito.html' title='Ang Lupang Ito'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-3231770892720637901</id><published>2008-04-08T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T18:01:48.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literary contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomas arejola'/><title type='text'>5th Tomas Arejola Literary Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules and Regulations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Open to all Bicolano writers writing in any of the Bikol languages. There shall be no discrimination on the basis of age, gender or religion. Contestants under 18 years of age are, however, required to submit a certificate of parental consent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; The 2008 Premio is open in the poetry, fiction, essay, drama and the novel categories.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Entries in poetry must consist of at least 10 poems but not more than 15 poems.&lt;br /&gt;* Entries in fiction should be at least 7 pages in length but should not exceed 9 pages. Entries in the children’s fiction should be at least 5 pages in length but should not exceed 8 pages. Entries with a plot and narrative suitable for an illustrated storybook of at least 30 pages are preferred.&lt;br /&gt;* Entries in the one-act play must be of sufficient length to approximate a performing time of at least thirty minutes. Full-length plays should have a performing time of at least an hour and a half. Entries in the play categories may be intended for children and/or adults. Plays for children, however, should be directed principally to promote Bicolano values and traditions in the grade school level, ages 7 to 12.&lt;br /&gt;* In the essay category, entries should be at least 5 pages in length but should not exceed 8 pages.&lt;br /&gt;* Entries in the novel may deal with any subject, provided it is tackling issues relevant to Bikol realities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Only new and unpublished works are acceptable. A work that has been awarded a prize in another contest is not qualified for the awards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Entries should be written originally in Bikol and not a translation of a work written in another language. The works must show literary merit and social significance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Contestants may join in all categories but can submit only one entry per category.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; All entries must be submitted in four copies, double spaced on 8 1/2 X 11 inches bond paper with one inch margin on all sides and the page number typed consecutively, e.g., 1 of 8, 2 of 8 and so on. Font must be Arial and font size must be 12. Entry must be submitted with pseudonym only and not the author’s real name. Author’s name and pseudonym must be submitted in a separate sealed envelope together with a bio-data containing the author’s literary background, an ID picture, and contact information. A notarized declaration of originality and authenticity of authorship must accompany the entry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; Entries must be addressed to the Premio Tomas Arejola para sa Literaturang Bikolnon 2008 at the above address not later than July 31, 2008. Entries sent by mail or courier must be postmarked /invoiced not later than July 16, 2008.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Entries submitted via e-mail must be a Word Document file and sent as an attachment together with the contestant’s bio-data containing his/her literary background and a notarized certification or authenticity of authorship of the entry. The original copy of notarized certification and ID picture must then be sent to 2008 PTALB thru mail. Entries submitted via e-mail must be submitted not later than July 31, 2008.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; Failure to comply with any of the requirements shall result in disqualification from the awards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;Copies of winning entries shall remain with and become property of the Premio. Copyright of the works remain with the author but the latter grants, assigns and transfers into PTALB the right without necessity of any payment other than the prize which may have been awarded to publish the winning entry or portion thereof as it may at its discretion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; The Premio has the right of action against the author if it may later on discovered that the contestant is not the creator or owner of the copyright to the winning work. The Premio shall not be liable to any court action if a third party files a case against the winner and/or contestant who plagiarized the work of the said third party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;Finalists from each category shall each receive the Premio Tomas Arejola Diploma of Merit. A top winner will be chosen from among the finalists who shall then receive the Premio Tomas Arejola medallion and P2, 500 cash prize. All of the said category winners is eligible for the Grand Prize, the winner of which shall receive the cash prize of &lt;b style=""&gt;P10, 000&lt;/b&gt; and will be named Parasurat kan Taon (Writer of the Year). The winners shall be responsible for the payment of government taxes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;Names of the finalists will be announced in local weeklies and radio stations around mid-August 2008.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The Board of Judges shall have the discretion not to award any prize if in its judgment no meritorious entry had been submitted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;The Premio has the sole right to designate the persons who shall constitute the Board of Judges. The decision of the majority of the Board shall be final.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; The names of the winners and members of the Board of Judges shall be announced on or before Sept 18, 2008, Tomas Arejola’s 143rd birth anniversary, in a gala awarding ceremonies in Naga City.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Send your entries to “Pang-Lima na Premio Tomas Arejola para sa Literaturang Bikolnon, The Arejola Foundation for Social Responsibility, c/o Museo de Caceres, Elias Angeles St. Naga City, Philippines” or email PTALB through &lt;a href="mailto:suratbikol@gmail.com"&gt;suratbikol@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-3231770892720637901?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/3231770892720637901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=3231770892720637901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/3231770892720637901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/3231770892720637901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2008/04/5th-tomas-arejola-literary-contest.html' title='5th Tomas Arejola Literary Contest'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-5625614734639344829</id><published>2008-04-05T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:12:13.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progressive song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gary granada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pagsamba at pakikibaka'/><title type='text'>Pagsamba at Pakikibaka</title><content type='html'>By &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gary Granada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://homar.murillo.googlepages.com/8.PagsambaatPakikibaka.mp3"&gt;Download MP3&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pagsamba at ang pakikibaka&lt;br /&gt;Pagpupuri at ang pakikipagkapwa&lt;br /&gt;Ang pagsamo at pakikisalamuha&lt;br /&gt;Sa pangalan niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alang-alang sa kanyang kadakilaan&lt;br /&gt;Ang katarungan at kapayapaan&lt;br /&gt;Alang-alang sa kanyang kaluwalhatian&lt;br /&gt;Ang kalayaan ng sambayanan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagsasapamuhay ng ating pananalig&lt;br /&gt;Bunga ng pinakadakila niyang pag-ibig&lt;br /&gt;Ang gawa ng pananampalataya&lt;br /&gt;Sa pangalan niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alang-alang sa kanyang kadakilaan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Kristo'y sapat at ganap na kaligtasan&lt;br /&gt;Ng ating kaluluwa at lupang katawan&lt;br /&gt;Kung mahal natin ang Dios&lt;br /&gt;Ang dukha't nagdarahop&lt;br /&gt;Ang api at hikahos&lt;br /&gt;Sa pangalan ni Hesus&lt;br /&gt;Kalingahin na&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-5625614734639344829?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-8301616940861497228</id><published>2008-03-31T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T02:45:09.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progressive song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gary granada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manggagawa'/><title type='text'>Manggagawa</title><content type='html'>By &lt;strong&gt;Gary Granada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;a href="http://homar.murillo.googlepages.com/4.Manggagawa.mp3"&gt;Downdload MP3&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ang ulo niya'y masagi sa balikat mo kaibigan&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw na sana ang marunong umunawa&lt;br /&gt;Ibig lamang maidlip ang lamog na katawan&lt;br /&gt;Ng isang pangkaraniwang manggagawa&lt;br /&gt;Sa maraming pabrika ang pahinanteng tulad niya&lt;br /&gt;Ay palipatlipat na namamasukan&lt;br /&gt;Sa lamig ng magdamag, pagod niya'y sinasagad&lt;br /&gt;Sa munting paghahangad na mabuhay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kulang ang maghapon upang makaipon&lt;br /&gt;At makakaahon ang isang dukha&lt;br /&gt;Kulang din ang pawis kahit labislabis&lt;br /&gt;Kung ang nagnanais ay maralita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natutunan niyang hamakin ang sakit at sakuna&lt;br /&gt;Tatlumpu'tpitong taon na siyang nasanay&lt;br /&gt;Sa matang namumutla ay inyong mapupuna&lt;br /&gt;Siya'y mamamatay sa kakahanapbuhay&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga nagpapaluwal ang sahod niyang butalbutal&lt;br /&gt;Nasanla nang matagal sa kagipitan&lt;br /&gt;At kahit siya magpapagal, pilit mang isusugal&lt;br /&gt;Ang hapo at nangangatal niya nang laman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kulang ang maghapon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantalang may isang panginoong maykapital&lt;br /&gt;Ang nagdiwang at nagdaos ng hapunan&lt;br /&gt;At kabilang sa hapag ng panauhing pandangal&lt;br /&gt;Ang tanyag at ang banal sa ating lipunan&lt;br /&gt;Halos ang bawat isa'y makapangyariha't matagumpay&lt;br /&gt;Dahilan sa isang taglay na katangian&lt;br /&gt;Ang matibay na loob na magsawang mabusog&lt;br /&gt;Habang may nangangatog sa hapdi ng tiyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kulang ang maghapon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-8301616940861497228?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/8301616940861497228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=8301616940861497228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/8301616940861497228'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bayani'/><title type='text'>Alay Kay Cris Hugo (1986-2006)</title><content type='html'>Tulad mo ay tangkay ng palay&lt;br /&gt;Na maagang ginapas bago pa man ang anihan&lt;br /&gt;Halos wala pang bunga&lt;br /&gt;At naghihintay pa ng tag-ulan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumisan ka na hindi man lang nakapagpaalam&lt;br /&gt;Nawala ka kasabay ng alingawngaw&lt;br /&gt;Meron nga bang kabuluhan&lt;br /&gt;Ang iyong pagpanaw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ang karamihan ay wala pa ring pakialam&lt;br /&gt;Ano nga ba ang saysay ng iyong inialay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Feature Article:&lt;a href="http://www.bulatlat.com/news/6-8/6-8-cris.htm"&gt; A Small Guy with Big Conviction&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-1761734019204065405?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-2957226575992953172</id><published>2008-03-20T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T17:34:03.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pagsulat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pluma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mandirigma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pakikibaka'/><title type='text'>Mandirigma</title><content type='html'>By &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carena Marte Murillo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my wife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lahat ng pakikibaka&lt;br /&gt;Ay sa pamamagitan ng punglo o spada&lt;br /&gt;May mga labanan na ang tanggulan&lt;br /&gt;Ay ang puso at isipan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May mga digmaan&lt;br /&gt;Na nagaganap sa gitna ng katahimikan&lt;br /&gt;Ni hindi ginagamitan ng pulbura&lt;br /&gt;Ni hindi tinutustusan ng bala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May mga mandirigma na ang baluti ay papel&lt;br /&gt;Ang panangga ay mga kataga na sumusupil&lt;br /&gt;Ang kanilang mga sandata ay hindi baril&lt;br /&gt;Kundi pluma at tiklado ng makinilya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-2957226575992953172?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/2957226575992953172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=2957226575992953172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/2957226575992953172'/><link rel='self' 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be a child of the forest&lt;br /&gt;He will be conceived in the mist&lt;br /&gt;The same mist that kisses the mountain peaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will share bearing him&lt;br /&gt;We will share the birthing pains&lt;br /&gt;His birth will be heralded by the twilight of dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son will be a child of the forest&lt;br /&gt;His cry will echo within the ancient caverns&lt;br /&gt;His tears will be like the dripping water of caves&lt;br /&gt;Forming the pillars and drapes of forgotten age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son will be a child of the forest&lt;br /&gt;His shelter will be the canopy of leaves&lt;br /&gt;His bed will be the soft carpet moss&lt;br /&gt;He will frolic among the antelopes&lt;br /&gt;He will hunt among the wolves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son will be a child of the forest&lt;br /&gt;Among the ivies, lilies and vines&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of the flowing brooks&lt;br /&gt;He will learn the song of the jungle&lt;div 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murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-8225173856867024965</id><published>2008-01-28T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:18:56.981-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Flame</title><content type='html'>Life is a fleeting flame&lt;br /&gt;That is extinguished&lt;br /&gt;Long before the embers&lt;br /&gt;Are turned to ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some flames&lt;br /&gt;Shine more brightly&lt;br /&gt;And some flames&lt;br /&gt;Burn more warmly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only for an instance&lt;br /&gt;The dark night brightens&lt;br /&gt;If only for a moment&lt;br /&gt;The coldness is defeated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternal slumber awaits&lt;br /&gt;But before we all sleep&lt;br /&gt;We must ask ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Have we been truly awake?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-8225173856867024965?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/8225173856867024965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=8225173856867024965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/8225173856867024965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/8225173856867024965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2008/01/flame.html' title='Flame'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-5386490273199571749</id><published>2008-01-21T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T16:22:13.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apprehensions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog poem'/><title type='text'>Mangingisda</title><content type='html'>Nakatingin s’ya sa malayo&lt;br /&gt;Waring may tinatanaw&lt;br /&gt;Banayad ang mga alon na humahampas sa dalampasigan&lt;br /&gt;Kagabi lang ay pumalaot ang kanyang asawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsisidatingan na ang mga bangka&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit hindi n’ya pa rin maaninag ang kanyang hinihintay&lt;br /&gt;Parang kinukurot ang kanyang puso&lt;br /&gt;“Huwag naman sana,” sabi n’ya sa sarili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banayad ang mga alon na humahampas sa dalampasigan&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga mumunting liwanag ng mga bituin&lt;br /&gt;Ay unti-unting napaparam ng pasulpot na sinag sa silangan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banayad ang mga alon na humahampas sa dalampasigan&lt;br /&gt;Wala namang madilim na ulap&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit parang dagundong ng kulog ang kanyang pangamba&lt;br /&gt;Na para bagang may unos na parating...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-5386490273199571749?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/5386490273199571749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=5386490273199571749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/5386490273199571749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/5386490273199571749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2008/01/mangingisda.html' title='Mangingisda'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-8365047061173295242</id><published>2008-01-17T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T00:57:15.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Around the Bend</title><content type='html'>In the gloom of the night,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere around the bend,&lt;br /&gt;I saw you standing.&lt;br /&gt;You were waiting for someone whom you really don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light from the lamppost was dim,&lt;br /&gt;But I can clearly see the contour of your face.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was the makeup,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the contrast of the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat has suddenly leaped from the trash can,&lt;br /&gt;It was chasing a rat or perhaps just a shadow of a rat.&lt;br /&gt;It startled you a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lit a cigarette to calm your nerves.&lt;br /&gt;The smokes spiraled upwards as if they were thin, sharp appendages.&lt;br /&gt;However, as quickly as they were formed, they also quickly disappeared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-8365047061173295242?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/8365047061173295242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=8365047061173295242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/8365047061173295242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/8365047061173295242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2008/01/somewhere-around-bend.html' title='Somewhere Around the Bend'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-7304176946214009580</id><published>2008-01-16T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:27:10.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poverty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog poem'/><title type='text'>Labandera</title><content type='html'>Sugatang mga daliri&lt;br /&gt;Pupod na mga kuko&lt;br /&gt;Kulubot na mga kamay&lt;br /&gt;Sa maghapon na trabaho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bula ng sabon&lt;br /&gt;Sa maruming pantalon&lt;br /&gt;May bahid pa ng lipstick&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman galing sa labi ng amo niyang babae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hoy, tapusin mo na yan!”&lt;br /&gt;Sigaw ng misis na malaki ang tiyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang daang piso sa maghapon na trabaho&lt;br /&gt;Kulang pang pambili ng pulutan ng asawang lasengo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anak, umutang ka muna&lt;br /&gt;ng sardinas diyan sa may kanto…”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-7304176946214009580?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/7304176946214009580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=7304176946214009580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/7304176946214009580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/7304176946214009580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2008/01/labandera.html' title='Labandera'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-4113531235668776713</id><published>2008-01-12T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:51:20.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iambic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penta meter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonnet'/><title type='text'>Sparkplugs Sonnet</title><content type='html'>‘Twas his first time to drive a car alone&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing where to go or why now&lt;br /&gt;He simply rode and drive away from home&lt;br /&gt;The engine roared as if choking snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fog engulfs, ‘twas a misty morning&lt;br /&gt;The pistons churn as the sparkplugs fire&lt;br /&gt;But the engine power seemed snoring&lt;br /&gt;A sigh! High-voltage current seemed to ire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Need sparkplug replacements?”-- said the sign&lt;br /&gt;Without turning a glance, he passed-by&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing where to go or to find&lt;br /&gt;Adventures he dreamed. Was it just a lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pistons churn as the sparkplugs fire&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing where or understand why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-4113531235668776713?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/4113531235668776713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=4113531235668776713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/4113531235668776713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/4113531235668776713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2008/01/sparkplugs-sonnet.html' title='Sparkplugs Sonnet'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-3578577343866592644</id><published>2008-01-03T00:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:10:48.427-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Clueless</title><content type='html'>I don’t know exactly how&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know exactly when&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know exactly why&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know exactly where&lt;br /&gt;But it simply did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, almost without warning,&lt;br /&gt;It came like surging waves&lt;br /&gt;I was swept by its force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a ship in a stormy sea,&lt;br /&gt;I was almost dashed against the rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between waking and sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;It entered my consciousness&lt;br /&gt;From then on, I understood&lt;br /&gt;What it meant to be schizophrenic and paranoid&lt;br /&gt;All at the same time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-3578577343866592644?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/3578577343866592644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=3578577343866592644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/3578577343866592644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/3578577343866592644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2008/01/clueless.html' title='Clueless'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-105045842314354218</id><published>2007-12-22T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:20:33.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='longing'/><title type='text'>I Should Have Had Asked You to Dance</title><content type='html'>I should have had asked you to dance with me,&lt;br /&gt;But the beat seemed not right;&lt;br /&gt;I should have had asked you to dance with me,&lt;br /&gt;But the rhythmn seemed wrong;&lt;br /&gt;I should have had asked you to dance with me,&lt;br /&gt;But the melody seemed out of tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I could have had held your hands;&lt;br /&gt;If only for a moment, I could have had felt your warmth;&lt;br /&gt;The memory would have lasted a lifetime;&lt;br /&gt;But my own hands were cold;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth was dry and mute;&lt;br /&gt;It was unable to utter the words it should have had told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left dancing alone&lt;br /&gt;In a crowd of people whose faces and names were barely known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have had asked you to dance with me,&lt;br /&gt;But the music was almost over.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in another dance floor,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if the songs were different,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then I would have the courage...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-105045842314354218?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/105045842314354218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=105045842314354218&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/105045842314354218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/105045842314354218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-should-have-had-asked-you-to-dance.html' title='I Should Have Had Asked You to Dance'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833580267378935035.post-6667795402912982596</id><published>2007-12-13T03:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T03:50:24.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a Test Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;LOFTY INTENTIONS, LOW-BROW RESULTS&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Rob Balckwelder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;bout half way through "The Matrix," the ostensibly intellectual and certainly expensive virtual reality sci-fi thriller starring Keanu Reeves as a genius hacker, the movie turns suddenly simple, as if a Warner Bros. exec showed up on the set and said "I don't get it. You're gonna have to dumb this down for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writing-directing team of brothers Larry and Andy Wachowski complied, and once the movie peels away the mystery of the world in which it takes place -- which happens about 40 minutes into the story -- it becomes little more than wildly over-produced string of action sequences, pausing only for the obligatory smarmy remarks made between barrages of fancy weapons fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame, too, because that first 40 minutes is a terrific jigsaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeves plays Neo, an extremely wired computer programmer who, as the film opens, is starting to piece together tidbits of information he's glommed from here and there that point to something being spectacularly amiss with reality. All he knows for sure is at the center of it all is something called the Matrix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He becomes the target of a band of nefarious, monotoned Men In Black types but is rescued by Morpheus (Laurence Fishburne), the leader of an underground revolution against the artificial intelligence that has taken over the world and sustains the human race only as a source of energy, keeping us in suspended animation where we dream the world we see around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulled out of what he thought was reality, Neo emerges from his womb-like pod and is told the Matrix is the virtual reality computer program that sustains this mammoth illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brimming early on with high-concept cerebral abstractions and heavy-duty emblemism (Neo is a none-too-subtle messiah figure), "The Matrix" has such a surreal, European flavor it seems at first amazing that an American studio would throw $60 million at this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for all its psychological and symbolic posturing, "The Matrix" is ultimately way, way more style than substance. Before long, almost every frame is saturated with admittedly amazing CGI sequences -- from the already trite (thanks to The Gap commercials) freeze-and-pivot camera gimmick to spectacular slow-motion uber-shootouts between the MiB guys and a now super-human Reeves, who has joined the resistance and learned that since the world is merely a video game the laws of physics don't apply to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeves is well-cast as a super-hacker who says "Whoa!" Fishburne, a great actor who gets stuck playing his trademark cucumber-cool-in-shades thing, is exactly right for the part of the leader of the small human rebellion who thinks Neo has been sent to deliver them to freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie-Anne Moss is the ambiguously lesbian, vinyl-clad, kick-boxing betty who, when the film degrades the furthest, actually kisses Keanu back to life after he's been shot. And Joe Pantoliano, the best catch-phrase delivery guy in the business, is another freedom fighter who gets to say "Buckle your seat belt, Dorothy, because Kansas is going bye-bye" when he first unplugs Neo from the Matrix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amalgam of "Hackers" and last year's ingenious "Pi," with ample doses of "The X-Files," "The Terminator" and later-day "Star Trek" tossed in, "The Matrix" wasn't a bad idea, and it looks spectacular. But it's no "Dark City," the singularly distinctive picture that was the genesis of this current trend of what-is-reality? themed sci-fi thrillers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There are two more similarly plotted pictures on the horizon -- "The 13th Floor" and David Cronenberg's "eXistenZ.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wachowski brothers -- who were themselves responsible for a recent stroke of pure genius in the form of 1996's stylish mob double-cross flick "Bound" -- ultimately doom the intellectual part of "The Matrix" by laying all their cards on the table early in the second act. Once we know what the Matrix is, the suspense is shot and the only thing to do for the next 100 minutes is to crank up the effects and pass the ammo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Matrix" is a curiosity, and it's definitely a good ride. It's a handsome picture with extremely slick photography, computer-enhanced stunts and neo-goth atmosphere. The problem is it could have been so much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833580267378935035-6667795402912982596?l=alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/feeds/6667795402912982596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833580267378935035&amp;postID=6667795402912982596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/6667795402912982596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833580267378935035/posts/default/6667795402912982596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaterealitycheck.blogspot.com/2007/12/t-est.html' title='This is a Test Post'/><author><name>homar murillo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homar.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/rizalman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
