Big bang... 2AM...2PM...Shinee...Super Junior...DBSK...FT Island... Wondergirls...2ne1...Kara...Jewelry...Girls Generation...just some of the famous K-POP groups in Korea are now gaining popularity in the Philippines.
Some of these groups were already known before in the Philippines by small groups of fans. Anti-fans are also here and there and still growing.
It was at the peak of the Korean Nobela "Boys Over Flowers" when Bigbang and Shinee's names became a famous talk as they sang some of the show's Official Sound Track. The same show opened a new generation of fans all over the archipelago. It hit the country like storm. People of all ages knew the groups as well as their songs.
Myx started playing their songs and they shot upwards the hitcharts.
For a fan like me who had been a K-Pop supporter for more than a year now and knew these groups before most poeple in the Philippines do, it came as a wave when I started hearing all these K-Pop songs in the radio and being sang by the young generation.
Before "Boys Over Flowers" were shown in the Philippine TV, some Philippine based fan groups already guessed the possible impact of the show in the Philippines and we guessed right.
As K-Pop industry went soaring the Philippine island, more and more conflict arose. I saw some reations on the internet regarding some unknown videos to students, videos which the fans already know yet the Filipinos don't know of. Reactions to different videos on the internet soared up high and a lot of Filipinos were commenting to this videos although some of them had wrong judgement.
Based on the welcoming reactions of the Filipinos to K-Pop. The industry would expand and because of this, Philippine based fan groups were working harder to gather more people for fan meetings in the Philippines.
We were more excited now.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
PO-OUCH-TION (A Draco-Hermione fan fiction)
A/N: Good day to all. This is my ever first fanfiction. Hope you like it. Please make my day… read and review…
PO-OUCH-TION
Pansy Parkinson slipped a small bottle containing pinkish liquid into the Slytherin table. She emptied its content into a mug in front of the blonde boy with grayish blue eyes.
Draco Malfoy, considered in school as “Prince of Slytherin” pushed his pumpkin juice into Goyle then took a sip on Crabbe’s “Strawberry and Soda Float”. Pansy was in front of him smiling. He raised an eyebrow then smirked. ‘How would he able to get this girl out of his shoulder, she’s such a burden… and to think that he actually snugged her… what a SHAME!
He then felt two pairs of eyes staring at him. He looked around and saw the curly haired, Hermione Granger looking at him from the Gryffindor table. He’s heart beat so fast and so sudden that he suppressed an urge to cry.
He looked back at Hermione, he smiled then winked. She immediately took her eyes off him looking disgusted and oppressed the same time. He then forced to restrain an urge to laugh then toyed with his food.
Draco was walking in Heaven all day; he even pulled off detention from two second years that were sending off Filibuster’s fireworks down the corridor in the amazement of his two security officers, Crabbe and Goyle. After a while, he snapped back into Earth when a first year bumped into him.
‘Watch where you were going, firstie!’ he snapped giving the innocent faultless kid a “I’LL GIVE YOU A PUNISHMENT YOU’LL NEVER FORGET” stare. The kid just stood there; face all white… dumbstruck… that will be your reaction when a tall brute with an HB badge and two large-bodied goons look down on you.
‘What are you staring at, you wanted detention!’ Malfoy glared at the kid who turned violet and started to tremble.
‘Hey!’ a voice came from behind. Hermione Granger saw everything and came immediately to the aid of the kid. She had a look in her that says “TOUCH THE BOY AND YOU’RE DEAD!” ‘Look at what you’ve done to him, he is shaking all over, you evil ferret of a git!’ she snapped at Draco.
‘Watch the language, Granger!’ Crabbe stepped forward in front of Hermione but Malfoy stepped in front of him.
‘Why, you seemed kind of fond with children these days, Mudblood,’ Malfoy said while he forced himself to suppress another urge to ask Hermione to bear his children… “you’re mad, Draco…” he told himself.
Hermione stared at him…
He gulped…
‘Well, let’s make a deal, Granger.’ Draco told Hermione.
‘What deal?’ She asked sternly.
‘Since you’re rather fond of him, you will take this boy’s place in punishment.’ He proposed.
‘For bumping on you, Malfoy… you’ll gonna punish a kid?’ Hermione fumed aware of the stare that she is getting from the young boy beside her.
‘Yes, ‘cause he’s bugging me’.
‘OK… Try me…’ Hermione retorted. Draco smirked. ‘What do you have in mind?’
Draco smiled and stared at her letting it linger. Hermione stared back, expressionless. It was a battle of wills… hatred… emotions… the battle of hearts that were drumming inside each chest.
After what seemed like ages, Hermione raised her eyebrow and Draco smirked. ‘I’ll figure out something. For now, make sure that you have the best day of your life ‘cause it may be your last.’ He said and walked out smiling, Crabbe and Goyle trailing him.
Draco was smiling at himself , now he has that Granger girl in his grasps… and probably much more…
‘Hummph, I wonder…’ Draco whispered to himself. He turned to his friends. ‘Hey, I’ll just run some errand. (A/N: Running an errand? I wonder… not really Draconess, right?) Proceed to the common room without me. Password’s, POWERSURGE, if you forget.’ He said and walked away. He came to a statue of a wizard with a bald head, and waited there.
Just a minute later…
‘Hey, Granger,’ Draco called from the shadow of the bald wizard. ‘Alone Mudblood? Did famous Scarhead and the Weasel left you out. Had they figured they don’t wanna be with you anymore? You bugging them with you’re revision schedule and their head can’t take it anymore? Can’tblame them, they’re such pea brains…’
Hermione came to a halt beside him. ‘What do you want, Malfoy?’ she said and started walking again. Draco followed her. Oh, is this what she’ll get after letting Harry and Ron go to the tower without her… a ferret tailing her. She faced him, ‘Will you leave me alone!’ she snapped.
‘No can do,’ he answered smiling. Hermione’s eyes chinked.
‘Get lost, will you!’
‘You still have a debt you have to pay,’ he said as a matter-of-factly and lean on the brick wall.
Hermione rolled her eyeballs to him, ‘Get on with it then leave me alone.’
‘Not for a week, I think,’ he said eyeing the girl in front of him.
‘What?’ Hermione exclaimed to her oppressor, anger lurking in her face.
Oh, how he love that look from her… Draco thought wildly. ‘You will spend the week as my servant.’
Hermione’s face shifted from the angry to the helpless puppy look. Her eyes were watery with shock. ‘You can’t do that,’ she mumbled.
Oh, how he like that look, too. He had to suppress yet another urge that is to come to her and hug her tight to him… “huh, another stupid thought,” he told himself relaxing his head on the brick wall. ‘That’s my decision, Granger. If I will like your services I might hire you for the Malfoy manor. It will be such an honor for you to serve the Malfoys.’
Hermione was looking down at her shoes or that is what he thought she was doing. ‘GO TO HELL!’ she cursed.
‘No saying bad words in front of you master, Granger.’
‘I will not do anything you tell me to.’
‘Address me as master, Granger.’ He said eyeing her.
‘I don’t want to!’ she said at the top of her voice. It echoed to the whole corridor but it is empty except of them and two other shadows.
‘Master, Granger. Don’t forget,’ he said calmly.
‘What if I refuse?’
He smiled sweetly at her. ‘Tell me, Granger… that kid you had just save this morning, he’s from Gryffindor, isn’t he. He was a mudblood, too. Parents are dead. He grew up from a muggle orphanage, right?’ he asked seeing Hermione’s shocked expression. ‘How sad… and it is really tempting to make his life here at Hogwarts as miserable as his life with the muggles.’
With this, Hermione fumed. She was trembling in anger. ‘You! How could you do that to him? The youngster’s only fault is to bump in on you!’
Of course Draco know this but he is a Malfoy, he know how to use his resources properly. He stared at her then smiled sweetly.
‘You are a merciless, arrogant, stupid, mad, evil…’ Hermione raised her right hand to his left face but before she could slap him, his right hand went to her fist. Her left hand worked again but he had blocked all her supposed blows. He was ready for this, she had slapped him before and now he was ready. Hermione’s reflexes didn’t realise what was happening, one time she was slapping Draco and then she was pinned on the wall, Draco had just been leaning. Her right fist was still held tightly by his left hand, his other hand on her waist and his lips in hers…
Hermione didn’t know what to do. Her back was pinned on the wall and this bulky figure pinning her to it. To her shock he was kissing her, so sweet… slowly, she closed her eyes and let his lips linger on hers.
Oh, no more suppression of feelings this time… Draco told himself.
Their lips were locked in a sweet and soft kiss for a while then they both let go. Hermione was smiling despite her trembling body and so was Draco. He then let her do.
After a while, Draco touched a finger in his lower lip then sipped. ‘Hmpph, STRAWBERRY lip gloss,’ he said at Hermione who was still trembling. She looked at her slyly.
‘OK, consider yourself off the hook.’ He smiled at her. ‘But do wear that lip gloss. It looks good on you and tastes good, too,’ he said walking away.
‘How could he?’ Pansy asked Millicent. She couldn’t believe what she had just saw. Her Draco, her longtime crush had just kissed that mudblood… that Granger girl.
‘I don’t know but I think he likes STRAWBERRY lip gloss. I think, you should wear something like that, too.’ Millicent answered and found Pansy looking at her sternly.
‘I know I had given him that love potion earlier and I’m sure he saw me first before he saw Granger and winked at her.’ Pansy retold.
‘I don’t know about Draco, but I think… Goyle did.’ Millicent answered.
And there was Goyle walking on the clouds at that same corridor. He saw Pansy, smiled and winked at her.
‘NNOOH!’ Pansy’s cry was heard in the whole castle.
PO-OUCH-TION
Pansy Parkinson slipped a small bottle containing pinkish liquid into the Slytherin table. She emptied its content into a mug in front of the blonde boy with grayish blue eyes.
Draco Malfoy, considered in school as “Prince of Slytherin” pushed his pumpkin juice into Goyle then took a sip on Crabbe’s “Strawberry and Soda Float”. Pansy was in front of him smiling. He raised an eyebrow then smirked. ‘How would he able to get this girl out of his shoulder, she’s such a burden… and to think that he actually snugged her… what a SHAME!
He then felt two pairs of eyes staring at him. He looked around and saw the curly haired, Hermione Granger looking at him from the Gryffindor table. He’s heart beat so fast and so sudden that he suppressed an urge to cry.
He looked back at Hermione, he smiled then winked. She immediately took her eyes off him looking disgusted and oppressed the same time. He then forced to restrain an urge to laugh then toyed with his food.
Draco was walking in Heaven all day; he even pulled off detention from two second years that were sending off Filibuster’s fireworks down the corridor in the amazement of his two security officers, Crabbe and Goyle. After a while, he snapped back into Earth when a first year bumped into him.
‘Watch where you were going, firstie!’ he snapped giving the innocent faultless kid a “I’LL GIVE YOU A PUNISHMENT YOU’LL NEVER FORGET” stare. The kid just stood there; face all white… dumbstruck… that will be your reaction when a tall brute with an HB badge and two large-bodied goons look down on you.
‘What are you staring at, you wanted detention!’ Malfoy glared at the kid who turned violet and started to tremble.
‘Hey!’ a voice came from behind. Hermione Granger saw everything and came immediately to the aid of the kid. She had a look in her that says “TOUCH THE BOY AND YOU’RE DEAD!” ‘Look at what you’ve done to him, he is shaking all over, you evil ferret of a git!’ she snapped at Draco.
‘Watch the language, Granger!’ Crabbe stepped forward in front of Hermione but Malfoy stepped in front of him.
‘Why, you seemed kind of fond with children these days, Mudblood,’ Malfoy said while he forced himself to suppress another urge to ask Hermione to bear his children… “you’re mad, Draco…” he told himself.
Hermione stared at him…
He gulped…
‘Well, let’s make a deal, Granger.’ Draco told Hermione.
‘What deal?’ She asked sternly.
‘Since you’re rather fond of him, you will take this boy’s place in punishment.’ He proposed.
‘For bumping on you, Malfoy… you’ll gonna punish a kid?’ Hermione fumed aware of the stare that she is getting from the young boy beside her.
‘Yes, ‘cause he’s bugging me’.
‘OK… Try me…’ Hermione retorted. Draco smirked. ‘What do you have in mind?’
Draco smiled and stared at her letting it linger. Hermione stared back, expressionless. It was a battle of wills… hatred… emotions… the battle of hearts that were drumming inside each chest.
After what seemed like ages, Hermione raised her eyebrow and Draco smirked. ‘I’ll figure out something. For now, make sure that you have the best day of your life ‘cause it may be your last.’ He said and walked out smiling, Crabbe and Goyle trailing him.
Draco was smiling at himself , now he has that Granger girl in his grasps… and probably much more…
‘Hummph, I wonder…’ Draco whispered to himself. He turned to his friends. ‘Hey, I’ll just run some errand. (A/N: Running an errand? I wonder… not really Draconess, right?) Proceed to the common room without me. Password’s, POWERSURGE, if you forget.’ He said and walked away. He came to a statue of a wizard with a bald head, and waited there.
Just a minute later…
‘Hey, Granger,’ Draco called from the shadow of the bald wizard. ‘Alone Mudblood? Did famous Scarhead and the Weasel left you out. Had they figured they don’t wanna be with you anymore? You bugging them with you’re revision schedule and their head can’t take it anymore? Can’tblame them, they’re such pea brains…’
Hermione came to a halt beside him. ‘What do you want, Malfoy?’ she said and started walking again. Draco followed her. Oh, is this what she’ll get after letting Harry and Ron go to the tower without her… a ferret tailing her. She faced him, ‘Will you leave me alone!’ she snapped.
‘No can do,’ he answered smiling. Hermione’s eyes chinked.
‘Get lost, will you!’
‘You still have a debt you have to pay,’ he said as a matter-of-factly and lean on the brick wall.
Hermione rolled her eyeballs to him, ‘Get on with it then leave me alone.’
‘Not for a week, I think,’ he said eyeing the girl in front of him.
‘What?’ Hermione exclaimed to her oppressor, anger lurking in her face.
Oh, how he love that look from her… Draco thought wildly. ‘You will spend the week as my servant.’
Hermione’s face shifted from the angry to the helpless puppy look. Her eyes were watery with shock. ‘You can’t do that,’ she mumbled.
Oh, how he like that look, too. He had to suppress yet another urge that is to come to her and hug her tight to him… “huh, another stupid thought,” he told himself relaxing his head on the brick wall. ‘That’s my decision, Granger. If I will like your services I might hire you for the Malfoy manor. It will be such an honor for you to serve the Malfoys.’
Hermione was looking down at her shoes or that is what he thought she was doing. ‘GO TO HELL!’ she cursed.
‘No saying bad words in front of you master, Granger.’
‘I will not do anything you tell me to.’
‘Address me as master, Granger.’ He said eyeing her.
‘I don’t want to!’ she said at the top of her voice. It echoed to the whole corridor but it is empty except of them and two other shadows.
‘Master, Granger. Don’t forget,’ he said calmly.
‘What if I refuse?’
He smiled sweetly at her. ‘Tell me, Granger… that kid you had just save this morning, he’s from Gryffindor, isn’t he. He was a mudblood, too. Parents are dead. He grew up from a muggle orphanage, right?’ he asked seeing Hermione’s shocked expression. ‘How sad… and it is really tempting to make his life here at Hogwarts as miserable as his life with the muggles.’
With this, Hermione fumed. She was trembling in anger. ‘You! How could you do that to him? The youngster’s only fault is to bump in on you!’
Of course Draco know this but he is a Malfoy, he know how to use his resources properly. He stared at her then smiled sweetly.
‘You are a merciless, arrogant, stupid, mad, evil…’ Hermione raised her right hand to his left face but before she could slap him, his right hand went to her fist. Her left hand worked again but he had blocked all her supposed blows. He was ready for this, she had slapped him before and now he was ready. Hermione’s reflexes didn’t realise what was happening, one time she was slapping Draco and then she was pinned on the wall, Draco had just been leaning. Her right fist was still held tightly by his left hand, his other hand on her waist and his lips in hers…
Hermione didn’t know what to do. Her back was pinned on the wall and this bulky figure pinning her to it. To her shock he was kissing her, so sweet… slowly, she closed her eyes and let his lips linger on hers.
Oh, no more suppression of feelings this time… Draco told himself.
Their lips were locked in a sweet and soft kiss for a while then they both let go. Hermione was smiling despite her trembling body and so was Draco. He then let her do.
After a while, Draco touched a finger in his lower lip then sipped. ‘Hmpph, STRAWBERRY lip gloss,’ he said at Hermione who was still trembling. She looked at her slyly.
‘OK, consider yourself off the hook.’ He smiled at her. ‘But do wear that lip gloss. It looks good on you and tastes good, too,’ he said walking away.
‘How could he?’ Pansy asked Millicent. She couldn’t believe what she had just saw. Her Draco, her longtime crush had just kissed that mudblood… that Granger girl.
‘I don’t know but I think he likes STRAWBERRY lip gloss. I think, you should wear something like that, too.’ Millicent answered and found Pansy looking at her sternly.
‘I know I had given him that love potion earlier and I’m sure he saw me first before he saw Granger and winked at her.’ Pansy retold.
‘I don’t know about Draco, but I think… Goyle did.’ Millicent answered.
And there was Goyle walking on the clouds at that same corridor. He saw Pansy, smiled and winked at her.
‘NNOOH!’ Pansy’s cry was heard in the whole castle.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The Ball
It must be a gloomy day but why do I feel energized?
I've never been so proud of my kids than that day.
It started by an intensity of eagerness. It ended up with a disappointment. I guess, that is how God created the round ball that kept us on the ground. He created life like no other. He created human beings and granted them life. That is how he kept our feet flat on the ground on that round ball.
Yes, that is how he created us to become humane and that is what my kids are... humane.
Disappointed they might have been but that disappointment helped them cling on more to the ground.
They know that God has a lot more in store for them and I believe that. God has his plans for them. He has a great plan for these great people. Young they might have been in the present but they have a very bright future ahead of them. I believe that he created these children to become part of my life because he has a plan for us. I believe that he created these children to become part of each other. I believe that is his will to bring them all together.
He brought them together and created a perfect model of friendship, brotherhood and family. He brought them together and made them strong and sturdy like the sturdiest tree. He brought them together for comfort, love and appreciation. And he brought them together for perfect harmony... with hearts beating as one... with mind thinking us one... with goal pursuing as one... with prowess fighting as one...
He made them for each other and I am thankful that he made us an instrument for bringing these children together... this is how God works his hand on that round ball... a ball of life.
I've never been so proud of my kids than that day.
It started by an intensity of eagerness. It ended up with a disappointment. I guess, that is how God created the round ball that kept us on the ground. He created life like no other. He created human beings and granted them life. That is how he kept our feet flat on the ground on that round ball.
Yes, that is how he created us to become humane and that is what my kids are... humane.
Disappointed they might have been but that disappointment helped them cling on more to the ground.
They know that God has a lot more in store for them and I believe that. God has his plans for them. He has a great plan for these great people. Young they might have been in the present but they have a very bright future ahead of them. I believe that he created these children to become part of my life because he has a plan for us. I believe that he created these children to become part of each other. I believe that is his will to bring them all together.
He brought them together and created a perfect model of friendship, brotherhood and family. He brought them together and made them strong and sturdy like the sturdiest tree. He brought them together for comfort, love and appreciation. And he brought them together for perfect harmony... with hearts beating as one... with mind thinking us one... with goal pursuing as one... with prowess fighting as one...
He made them for each other and I am thankful that he made us an instrument for bringing these children together... this is how God works his hand on that round ball... a ball of life.
A Prayer for My Love
"What did I do wrong?"
This is a question that I kept on asking myself. Did I do something wrong that my loves go wild? Did I do something to make them do things unneccessarily on themselves? What?! I thought I am doing my best to make them better people but why do they keep on dissapointing me?
Why do they have to do things that can destroy their humanity?
Why can't they be responsible enough to take care of themselves?
Why do they have to make themselves miserable?
Why can't they take into consideration their own sake?
Does small amount of fame go into their head?
Did I taught them to be proud?
I can't take it anymore!
I thought I am doing good because they show me their good sides. They show me that they can be responsible. They show me that they have respect for their elders. They show me that they listen to me. They show me that they care for each other. They show me that they are tough enough to be beaten. They show me that they can be better if they try harder, but what happens when I am not looking?
I want them to be responsible. I want them to have self-discipline. I want them to become independent.
I just want them to become good people someday. People whom their teachers can be proud of. People whom their parents can lean on. People whom the community will look upon. That is all I am asking. Is it hard to grant?
Lord, please... that is all I am asking... just to make them better people. Please...
This is a question that I kept on asking myself. Did I do something wrong that my loves go wild? Did I do something to make them do things unneccessarily on themselves? What?! I thought I am doing my best to make them better people but why do they keep on dissapointing me?
Why do they have to do things that can destroy their humanity?
Why can't they be responsible enough to take care of themselves?
Why do they have to make themselves miserable?
Why can't they take into consideration their own sake?
Does small amount of fame go into their head?
Did I taught them to be proud?
I can't take it anymore!
I thought I am doing good because they show me their good sides. They show me that they can be responsible. They show me that they have respect for their elders. They show me that they listen to me. They show me that they care for each other. They show me that they are tough enough to be beaten. They show me that they can be better if they try harder, but what happens when I am not looking?
I want them to be responsible. I want them to have self-discipline. I want them to become independent.
I just want them to become good people someday. People whom their teachers can be proud of. People whom their parents can lean on. People whom the community will look upon. That is all I am asking. Is it hard to grant?
Lord, please... that is all I am asking... just to make them better people. Please...
Monday, August 3, 2009
For the Love of My Kids
It was almost night, but still the atmosphere was high. We were anticipating, waiting as patiently as we can muster. How late the clock strikes, we never cared, it was awarding, for heaven's sake.
I was most fortunate when I chose those kids. I couldn't have chosen better. I realized that when I heard their names being called by the speaker for the awards that they won. I tried to count the certificates being handed to them but I lost count, probably 30 or more, might even be 50 if only I tried harder. My hand became red in clapping and my throat felt thirsty for screaming.
My partner in crime, my co-adviser Ma'am Karen was as exited as I am. My principal, Sir Rhayan was so happy and proud. My co-teachers were as proud as we can be. Our VPAA had never smiled as joyful as she had for days.
They could be hard-headed but they were great inspiration for me to work harder even if that means sacrificing my first love, beauty rest.
They were love, they are love, and they will be love, forever.
To you:
Guys, we are hoping that you can do better. God bless always and let us aim for more.
I was most fortunate when I chose those kids. I couldn't have chosen better. I realized that when I heard their names being called by the speaker for the awards that they won. I tried to count the certificates being handed to them but I lost count, probably 30 or more, might even be 50 if only I tried harder. My hand became red in clapping and my throat felt thirsty for screaming.
My partner in crime, my co-adviser Ma'am Karen was as exited as I am. My principal, Sir Rhayan was so happy and proud. My co-teachers were as proud as we can be. Our VPAA had never smiled as joyful as she had for days.
They could be hard-headed but they were great inspiration for me to work harder even if that means sacrificing my first love, beauty rest.
They were love, they are love, and they will be love, forever.
To you:
Guys, we are hoping that you can do better. God bless always and let us aim for more.
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