EA COMPUTERS ( internet cafe)

EA COMPUTERS ( internet cafe)
Located at Manila East Rd. Hi-way,Batingan Binangonan Rizal

Friday, March 7, 2008

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JANG DONG GUN


HAPPY BIRTHDAY JANG DONG GUN



장동건씨 사랑해요


Just a glimpse of your smile

a look in your soulful eyes

left me in awe


Dumbfounded by your good looks

admire your humbleness & sincerity

and stunned by your charisma


Great actor, charismatic star and sportsman

a thoughtful friend and a loving son

Jang Dong Gun that’s what you are

Friday, February 29, 2008

video
WALANG DAYA
by: Joey De Leon

Walang daya ang pag-ibig ko sayo
Ikaw lamang at wala kang kasosyo
Walang daya isa lang ang numero
Zero sakin ang number two (2)

Walang daya ikaw lang ang mahal ko
Kung baga sa kotse bayad ang tax mo
At ikaw man darling sasakyan ko
FERRARI ka ng buhay ko

*Let's sing altogether now*
Walang daya, Walang daya my love
Ikaw lang ang one and ultra love
Walang daya, Walang daya my love
Para ma-proveIlalagay ko sa YOUTUBE!

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Coffee Prince


Coffee Prince is a South Korean drama that is now being aired in the Philippines via Kapuso network GMA 7.
Go Eun Chan's - Andie Go
Choi Han Kyul's - Arthur Choi
Choi Han Seong's - Errol Choi
Han Yoo Joo's - Arleen Han
Sypnosis:
With a foolish mother and the need to look after her younger sister, “pretty boy” Go Eun Chan has to give up her feminine image to help support the family with multiple jobs. Because of her previous experience with Tae Kwon Do, Eun Chan has quite the bold and opinionated personality. Choi Han Kyul seems to know women well and thinks of himself as a great guy.
After accidentally being mistaken for a man by Han Kyul’s older brother, Choi Han Seong, she starts working at Coffee Prince, and falls in love with the hot-tempered owner Choi Han Kyul. Han Kyul hires Eun Chan to avoid an arranged marrage by pretending to be romantically linked to a “gay” Eun Chan. But Choi Han Kyul slowly starts to develop feelings for her, but still doesn’t believe in love. Eun Chan also starts to have feelings for Han Kyul but can’t confess that she’s a woman, Han Kyul, continues thinking that the agonized Go Eun Chan is a man. Choi Han Kyul thinks he’s experiencing feelings of homosexuality towards her, and gets heartsick. This side of him was drawn in a risky but fun way.
The part when he discovers that Go Eun Chan is a woman is shown in an undemanding way, and the story doesn’t concentrate on just these two people, but also on the other people who frequent Coffee Prince. These people are shown one by one in a natural way, and since the story isn’t just about romance but about the natural conflicts of all the characters.

Coffee Prince is a big hit in the Philippines . It attracted so many viewers young and old alike .. They called themselves Coffee Addicts.. I asked some of them what can they say about Coffee Prince …..

Here are the comments ..

Youaremine says
Iadmit im a bit late of an avid watcher of CP and Gong Yoo. if it wasnt for the insistence of the seller of the dvd, of which im a regular customer, i wont buy it. but thanks to her because i never regret buying it. the fact was, what im looking for that day to buy was a copy of SIG's 'Lobbyist' but since it was not yet 'released/copied' (hehehe), ms seller suggested CP to me.
from the first scene of GY, im totally engrossed by CP already. the story and execution of every scenes were very simple. BUT GY's acting and presence really made me an 'addict' of it. Though he is not as 'handsome' as jdg (one of my fave k-actor also) i really like the way he uses his facial expressions to convey the feelings he wants to show.
And as CP is being shown over gma7, i never missed watching it also (though there were few times that i have fallen asleep, not bec it became boring), but im just too tired to stay awake due to its late schedule of airing (i have to wake up at 4am everyday). i even watched CP's dvd copy a lot of time compared to the time i have watched 'lobbyist'.
I think, it will take some time for me to get CP out of my 'system'. I LIKE COFFEE PRINCE AND GONG YOO!!!

Zowie says: “One of the best romantic comedy Koreandrama I've ever seen after Full House. “

Joyzeepot says:
“dont really fond of coffee..but watching coffee prince is a different story..it's like falling in love w/ a person that you can't afford to lose.. i'm so truly, madly & deeply inlove w/ this show.. the story is simpe..but definitely unique..
it's true that coffee can lead you to addiction.. and that's what coffee prince is all about..”

zaicookie says:
“no matter how tired and sleepy i am, i still manage to watch CP, that i didn't miss a single episode since its airing in GMA. it serves as my theraphy after a long day. actually it's already a long day just waiting for CP on air, cause i'm so addicted to it. and who wouldn't be, i'm so tickled with Arthur and Andie. and with all the characters in this drama. i never thought, after Full House, i would be this hooked on another comedy/romance kdrama. never a dull moment, always making me laugh from ear to ear, if not leaving a smile on my face. “

Leejay say’s :
I’m a coffee addict so I tried watching coffee prince because I thought its about coffee .. but as I watch it I began to enjoy it .. its really funny and man… it’s worth watching even at late night .





Thursday, February 21, 2008

wow!!! i'm a blogger now

I'm running an internet cafe for 3 years now but honestly i really dont know what is a blog. I heard of it the word " blog "but just like that with no idea what is it . I heard of showbiz personalities who have a blog of their own like KC , Wu Chun etc etc but i never visit any blog not even one. For the first two years I was busy with my favorite korean actor Jang Dong Gun , searching news about him, watching his movies in vcd/dvd, collecting pictures of him and of course watching All About Eve over and over again. Eventually i got tired of it because i didn't hear any more news about him After that i got hooked in crunchyroll but after a few months i got tired of it
Last night while i was busy attending to our costumers, this regular costumer came in and he opened the computer next to me . I asked him what he was doing , then he said he's just checking his blog..Blog???? I thought only celebrities have blogs , he laughed and then he asked me if I have one. I said no , but I love to have one of my own ... feeling celebrity he he he .Thank God he was so kind , he taught me how to have a blog account , well actually he was the one who made it.. he he he ..i didn't know it's so easy to have one but the problem is I dont know how to start..maybe he was thinking that I was stupid , its alright anyway i didn't hear it ha ha ha .He said its so easy . it's just like writing in your diary .wrte everything about yourself, your dreams , your favorites, your outlook in life, you can write anything under the sun. It sounds interesting ok, i'll try
When I woke up this morning , after praying and those usual things i do in the morning, I sat in front of the computer and started to type something....I was thinking of any topic but nothing came in, I said to myself I'll just pretend that I am this person or maybe I will copy someone's else work. So I browse ... browse... browse. There are so many files in the documents but there was one line or file name that caught my attention " Just be yourself".... ouch... omg ...ok Lord sorry I will not do it again . I wont cheat nor just think about it... promise

Wednesday, February 20, 2008



A DAD'S STORY
On July 22nd I was in route to Washington, DC for a business trip.
It was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change.
As I collected my belongings from the overhead bin,
an announcement was made for Mr. Lloyd Glenn
to see the United Customer Service Representative immediately.
I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave the plane and
I heard a gentleman asking every male if he were Mr. Glenn.
At this p oint I knew something was wrong and my heart sunk.
When I got off the plane a solemn-faced young man came toward me and said,
"Mr. Glenn, there is an emergency at your home.
I do not know what the emergency is, or who is involved,
but I will take you to the phone so you can call the hospital.
" My heart was now pounding, but the will to be calm took over.
Woodenly, I followed this stranger to the distant telephone
where I called the number he gave me for the Mission Hospital.
My call was put through to the trauma center where I learned that my three-year-old son
had been trapped underneath the automatic garage door for several minutes,
and that when my wife had found him he was dead.
CPR had been performed by a neighbor, who is a doctor, and the paramedic s
had continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital.
By the time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed he would live,
but they did not know how much damage had been done to his brain, nor to his heart.
They explained that the door had completely closed on his little sternum right over his heart.
He had been severely crushed. After speaking with the medical staff,
my wife sounded worried but not hysterical, and I took comfort in her calmness.
The return flight seemed to last forever, but finally I arrived at the hospital six hours
after the garage door had come down. When I w alked into the intensive care unit,
nothing could have prepared me to see my little son
laying so still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors everywhere.
He was on a respirator. I glanced at my wife who stood
and tried to give me a reassuring smile. It all seemed like a terrible dream.
I was filled-in with the details and given a guarded prognosis.
Brian was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated that his heart was OK,
two miracles in and of themselves. But only time would tell if his brain received any damage.
Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm.
She felt that Brian would eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and faith like a lifeline.
All that night and the next day Brian remained unconscious.
It seemed like forever since I had left for my business trip the day before.
Finally at two o'clock that afternoon, our son regained consciousness
and sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have ever heard spoken.
He said, "Daddy hold me" and he reached for me with his little arms. [TEAR BREAK...smile]
By the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological or physical deficits,
and the story of his miraculous survival spread throughout the hospital.
You cannot imagine, we took Brian home, we felt a unique reverence for the life
and love of our Heavenly Father that comes to those who brush death so closely.
In the days that followed there was a special spirit about our home.
Our two older children were much closer to their little brother.
My wife and I were much closer to each other,
and all of us were very close as a whole family. Life took on a less stressful pace.
Perspective seemed to be more focused, and balance much easier to gain and maintain.
We felt deeply blessed. Our gr atitude was truly profound.
The story is not over (smile)! Almost a month later to the day of the accident,
Brian awoke from his afternoon nap and said,
"Sit down Mommy.. I have something to tell you."
At this time in his life, Brian usually spoke in small phrases,
so to say a large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down with him on his bed,
and he began his sacred and remarkable story.
"Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage door?
Well, it was so heavy and it hurt really bad. I called t o you, but you couldn't hear me..
I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad. And then the 'birdies' came."
"The birdies?" my wife asked puzzled. "Yes," he replied.
"The birdies made a whooshing sound and flew into the garage.
They took care of me." "They did?" "Yes," he said. "One of the birdies came and got you.
She came to tell you "I got stuck under the door." A sweet reverent feeling filled the room.
The spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air.
My wife realized that a three-year-old had no concept of death and spirits,
so he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as "birdies"
because they were up in the air like birds that fly..
"What did the birdies look like?" she asked.
Brian answered, "They were so beautiful. They were dressed in white, all white.
Some of them had green and white. But some of them had on just white."
"Did they say anything?" "Yes," he answered. "The y told me the baby would be all right."
"The baby?" my wife asked confused. Brian answered.
"The baby laying on the garage floor." He went on,
"You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the baby.
You told the baby to stay and not leave."
My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for she had indeed gone
and knelt beside Brian's body and seeing his crushed chest whispered,
"Don't leave us Brian, please stay if you can."
As she listened to Brian telling her the words she had spoken,
she realized that the spirit had left His body and was looking down from above
on this little lifeless form.. "Then what happened?" she asked.
"We went on a trip," he said, "far, far away."
He grew agitated trying to say the things he didn't seem to have the words for.
My wife tried to calm and comfort him, and let him know it would be okay.
He struggled with wanting to tell something that obviously was very important to him,
but finding the word s was difficult. "We flew so fast up in the air.
They're so pretty Mommy," he added. "And there are lots and lots of birdies."
My wife was stunned. Into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped her more soundly,
but with an urgency she had never before known.
Brian went on to tell her that the "birdies" had told him that he had to come back
and tell everyone about the "birdies." He said they brought him back to the house
and that a big fire truck, and an ambulance were there.
A man was bringing the baby out on a white bed
and he tried to tell the man that the baby would be okay.
The story went on for an hour. He taught us that "birdies" were always with us,
but we don't see them because we look with our eyes and we don't hear them
because we listen with our ears. But they are always there,
you can only see them in here (he put his hand over his heart).
They whisper the things to help us to do what is right because they love us so much.
Brian continued, stating, "I have a plan, Mommy. You have a plan..
Daddy has a plan. Everyone has a plan. We must all live our plan and keep our promises.
The birdies help us to do that cause they love us so much."
In the weeks that followed, he often came to us and told all, or part of it, again and again.
Always the story remained the same.
The details were never changed or out of order.
A few times he added further bits of information and clarified the message
he had already delivered. It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such detail
and sp eak beyond his ability when he talked about his birdies.
Everywhere he went, he told strangers about the "birdies."
Surprisingly, no one ever looked at him strangely when he did this.
Rather, they always got a softened look on their face and smiled.
Needless to say, we have not been the same ever since that day,
and I pray we never will be. You have just been sent an Angel to watch over you.
Some people come into our lives and quickly go...
Some people become friends and stay a while...leaving beautiful footprints on our hearts ...
and we are never quite the same because we have made a good friend!!
Yesterday is history. Tomorrow a mystery.
Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present!
Live and savor every moment...this is not a dress rehearsal!
THIS IS A SPECIAL GUARDIAN ANGEL...