I think this one’s a safe bet. Imagine, he’s just turned 17. I’ll say here’s what this show is about - personality, check!; looks, check!; voice, check!; likability, OMG! Seriously, can I adopt him? As Simon said, "When you’ve got it, you’ve got it." I think he’ll be getting the votes.
I’m not forgetting our very own Ramiele Malubay, though. I think she just have to be consistent to go far in the competition. She has one of the bigger voices. The bad thing is, there are at least three other girls that fall into that category and each of them can hit the notes and act like a star.
For now, I’m keeping my eyes on this little charmer.
Hugs and kisses.
The world could use a lot of that. Ok, fine, I can. Last night was the first time in so many months that I was able to sit through an hour of nighttime news. It wasn’t pretty. What did I expect, I wasn’t watching an episode of Gossip Girl. I can’t remember the exact moment in my life when I turned completely apolitical. Not that I’m proud of the fact; a few reminders here and there make me feel how clueless I am about the goings on in the real world. I’m not about to punish myself for falling into the trap of my own reality, but I’m joining the chorus of people realizing that the "world doesn’t revolve around me." Because it doesn’t. If it’s up to me, it shouldn’t revolve at all. At least until I say so.
But I’m trying to be positive here, I really am. I’m way more open to happiness than what my words may tell you. Another blogger I know quoted these lines; one of my absolute favorites from the movie Meet Joe Black.
I want you to get swept away. I want you to levitate. I want you to sing with rapture and dance like a dervish. Be deliriously happy. Or at least leave yourself open to be. Stay open. Who knows? Lightning could strike.”
Bill Parish [Anthony Hopkins]
I’m waiting for you, lightning. Hit me.
1. Office phone call.
Caller: Good afternoon, Miss Zarine. We’d like to offer you our products from Home TV Shopping.
Z: No, sorry. I’m not interested. How did you get my number?
Caller: Somebody referred you to us. Give this a chance, Ma’am. Magandang product po ito. Pang-exercise. Pampa-sexy.
Z: Naku, sorry, sexy na ako e.
[Within earshot of a row of officemates.]
2. Bunwich Craving
Z: One bunwich please.
Dunkin’ Donuts Rep: We only have Spanish Sausage and Ham & Egg. So which one, Ma’am?
Z: Shhpanish Shhhausiage. Ay, Ham & Egg na lang pala!
3. Overheard
Lady 1: Eto, pampaputi na lotion. Madami nag-oorder nito.
Lady 2: Sige, order din ako niyan. Wala ba iba size?
Lady 1: Wala e, ganito lang.
Lady 2: Ilang mL nga yan?
Lady 1: Wala siyang em-el. Basta eto yung bote niya.
My last post is a bummer and I’m still not out of it. I want to write something so bad but nothing’s coming out of me. Plus, my computer has been acting strange lately and this is the first time I managed to even log in and try to write a post (I’ve just installed some patch for XP so I’m hoping that’s what’s missing).
So let’s talk about the weather. Becuse I’ve heard that’s what people talk about when they have nothing else to say. It’s cold lately, isn’t it? I’m hoping it stays that way even if doesn’t help me sleep better at night. Maybe it will rain once in a while. Slightly dark clouds, cold wind, wet pavements, and the smell of rain have a calming effect on me.
Enough of this. I was never good at small talk, anyway.
Have a nice day everyone!
My problem with big ideas is that I don’t have any.
Ideas, that is, but that’s just me ranting. I’ve been depressed for … sometimes it feels like the whole of my life. I would hate to go philosophical right now and blabber on my life’s hedonistic pursuits. I don’t think I have a life currently, to be honest. I know what you would say, "Get one already!" If we’re face to face, you will see my diffidence and a little smile that tells you "Let’s not talk about it, OK?" It’s a little tedious to explain why I am the way I am. And quite pointless, too, yes.
Awful sweet to be a little butterfly
just winging over things
and nothing deep inside.
Nothing going going wild in you,
you know,
you’re slowing by the riverside
floating high and blue
…Cause you know,
I don’t do sadness
not even a little bit.
Just don’t need it in my life
don’t want any part of it…[from Spring Awakening]
I’ve been encouraging my friends to read Nicole Krauss’ book The History of Love since I had pleasure of discovering it. I’ve forced my copy a couple of times to people who don’t usually read authors they don’t know. Now, exactly 1 year after I wrote this mini-review on this blog, I am yet to read a book as fresh and as moving as that one. I think I’ll go back to her earlier novel, A Man Walks Into a Room, for a little inspiration. The story of a man who’s trying to rebuild his life after losing his memories might be just what I need to remember the dangers of forgetting and disengagement. As my little attempt to engage, let me send out this message:
Dear Ms. Krauss,
How’s you new book coming? I agree when you said that literature is "an endless conversation about what it means to be human," and that "great books force people to engage in the human conversation." Your books represent that; they renewed my faith and my hunger for the written word. I would have wanted to write something smart or impressively insightful in case the improbability of you stumbling upon this note becomes a reality, but all I can do is to go back to your words, again, and beseech you to keep on writing. The History of Love is most definitely the book "I would have written … if I could write." I’m sure that it wouldn’t surprise you to know that halfway across the globe, a stranger to your life and culture took comfort in acquainting with your poetic tale. No subject is indeed more universal than the interplay of love and the human spirit.
Kind regards,
Z
In keeping with the theme, I’m also listing my favorite romantic movies (off the top of my head; not in any particular order). Please do share your list in the comments box.
The happy endings
1. Sleepless in Seattle
2. While You Were Sleeping
3. Beauty and the Beast (Disney)
4. The Truth About Cats & Dogs
5. Pride & Prejudice
The sob stories
1. The Bridges of Madison County
2. Sommersby
3. Somewhere in Time
4. Romeo and Juliet (the Baz Luhrmann film and the 1968 version)
5. The Painted Veil
The others
1. Before Sunrise
2. Roman Holiday
3. Love Actually
4. Sliding Doors
5. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
I did mention how I have become such a fan of Jason Robert Brown. I’m your average music lover, ignorant of the intricacies and technicalities of writing music; I can only judge a song based on my own reaction to it. But listening to the soundtrack of The Last Five Years, I almost felt like I can validate the claim of music pundits that this is a work of genius. The score is composed of extremely complex piano pieces and the words are witty and relatable. It represents being "young, gifted, and meteoric." It’s also a lot about love - and the heartbreak that comes with it.
I got a little carried away there, forgive me. This is supposed to be about my last featured love song. Not surprisingly, it’s a show tune; it’s also a "proposal" song. Listen through the sidebar and know why I consider Mr. Butz the perfect Broadway leading man.
The Next Ten Minutes [Norbert Leo Butz & Sherie Rene Scott; The Last Five Years Original Cast Recording]
Jamie
Will you share your life with me
For the next ten minutes?
For the next ten minutes
We can handle that
We could watch the waves
We could watch the sky
Or just sit and wait
As the time ticks by
And if we make it till then
Can I ask you again
For another ten?
(more…)
Care for a country tune? Here’s Mr. Nicole Kidman with that soothing voice of his.
Making Memories of Us (Keith Urban; Album: Be Here)
[Audio track on the sidebar]
I’m gonna be here for you baby
And I’ll be a man of my own word
Speak the language in a voice that you have never heard
I wanna sleep with you forever
And I wanna die in your arms
In a cabin by a meadow where the wild bees swarm
(Chorus:)
And I’m gonna love you like nobody loves you
And I’ll earn your trust making memories of us
(more…)
I’ve been having migraines on and off these past few days and it’s becoming hard to stare at the computer screen for long periods. Although it hasn’t come to a debilitating degree, I really could do better without it.
Searching the Web for some tips and to educate myself a bit on what can help/worsen headaches, I came across this article from The New York Times blog, which describes how living with chronic headaches feels like constantly going down the rabbit hole.
It’s far from schadenfreude but it made me stop complaining about my pain, knowing how many other people suffer from worse conditions. Imagine, they have a migraine blog for that. If anything, reading through this particular story reaffirms my belief that sometimes, the best way to release pain, bodily or otherwise, is to write about it.
