Quick, I need the best YouTube to MP3 downloader because a copy of the audio for this is surely something I’d like to keep.
When I saw this, I readily assumed the fanwar is up and strong in the internets, and boy was I right. It’s chaos and a war out there, what when you compare the two (and possibly only) genuinely great products of a 10-year and going television franchise.
Here’s the take of the original singer:
I think I’m being fair here because I chose the best rendition I saw of Carrie. Some other vids I saw, she was kind of … wooden. Technically flawless but with not much heart. Anyway, I guess it’s obvious which side I’m on.
No one will win in the who sang it better debate if fans will decide on it. Well, maybe it will say who has more fans between these two, but I don’t care about that. In my books, KC wins.
All my social media sites are open all day all the time. But when I’m cramming because of work, I tend to miss a lot of things because I - quite necessarily - don’t get to check all updates. Which is why I felt so bad that I didn’t know Ayala Cinemas are screening the 25th anniversary performance (London, West End) of the very much popular musical.
But all is not lost because it’s going to be on twice a day at least over the weekend. So I guess this gives me a reason to go to the mall today and maybe do a little shopping on the side. I’ve been wanting to look for salt scrubs anyway.
See you at the movies!
By now everything has been said; every word that matters has been offered. He was a genius, a true visionary, an inspiration to many.
Just give a bit of your time to hear him talk about his life and experiences - about “how to live before you die.” I cannot pick a favorite line, but it’s worth every minute of your time, I promise.
In his now immortal words, … “…the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle …
Stay hungry, stay foolish”
Rest in peace, iMan.
Not even michael kors watches can turn back the time. That life has a beginning and an end is something of a default. And being reminded of it through those who have made their time matter can only inspire us to make ours too, in much less grand ways regardless.
I love quotes. That’s an understatement. I looooooove quotes. That’s overemphasizing. Or, you know, just over.
I’m not talking about the the kind you’ll find in www.wholesaleinsurance.net, but actual words written or spoken by actual people - anonymous or world renowned. I read them, copy them, post them on various social media “walls,” write them down; I’m even planning to dedicate one notebook for collecting quotes, although I haven’t gotten around actually starting that project.
The “problem” with quotes is that you’ll hate seeing/hearing them when they don’t concern you. You’ll hate people reciting them to your face if the words do not hold any particular meaning to your current, exact-moment existence. I know, because I’ve raised one eyebrow one too many times at seeing quotes after quotes in my Facebook stream, while being guilty of having a go at it myself whenever I feel like it. (So if something people do annoys me and I do it myself, does it mean I like annoying [v.] people?)
Whatever, I think it’s good that people document these thoughts, these ideas. One line may not touch you right now, but one day maybe it will. I see quotes as something recycled, sometimes rebooted, sometimes taken out of context, and sometimes just plain insipiring that I want to keep them all in my head if I could, then “call upon“ one in times of personal need. Words, they have power. I’m sure I’m not the first one to ever say that.
So while the current running U.S. TV shows are busy trying to get all the trophies and awards at the recently concluded Emmy Awards (yay for Julianna Marguiles of The Good Wife!), I was busy downloading pilot episodes of Ringer (the Sarah Michelle Gellar starrer), New Girl (the one with Zooey Deschanel), and The Secret Circle (the teen show about witches, based on books by The Vampire Diaries author L. J. Smith). So far, I’ve just watched the first one and the third one and I think both made a strong enough first episode to get the attention of the viewers. I’ve read , though, that New Girl is the hottest of them all in terms of ratings. I guess it’s hard to compete with the Deschanel charm, though I actually read that Zooey’s character is a tad bit annoying in this - which makes it all less cute and not really funny.
It’s not like I’m running out of shows to watch! My favorites - Fringe and Bones (and BBC’s Merlin!)- are coming back soon, as well as old guilty pleasures like Grey’s Anatomy and Desperate Housewives.I haven’t even started on my already downloaded first seasons of Breaking Bad and Parenthood.
So I’m planning to sit back (wait, isn’t that ALL I do these days, albeit work related? whatever!), relax (I hope!), and enjoy (I deserve it!) my shows. You should, too.
It’s time for the last Grand Slam tennis tournament for the year (2011 season), and I could hardly care. Sure, I still follow scores; I even stream some matches. But generally my interest (read: obsessive fan mode) has waned since the Federer Express has lost steam and started moving into the still-good-but-not-a-threat-anymore-unless-you-believe-what-the-man-himself-is-saying-because-he-still-proclaims-himself-as-good-as-ever. Whew that was long! I mean, I don’t blame the guy for answering questions about the demise of his invincibility with more than a little grain of bitterness. After all he’s accomplished, he deserves a little more slack, but any loyal fan will also not be thrilled to see him going around in his RF tourmaster jackets, proclaiming he can still win the calendar-year Grand Slam and then see him, tournament after tournament, go out earlier than our curbed expectations have dared hope for.
Well, that’s just the nature of the sport. Let’s move on. Goodluck about telling me that at the height of the Federer era, but I’m more receptive to suggestions now. U.S. Open 2011! Let’s go!
One of my sisters finally left for Canada last day of July, and I think it really dampened my enthusiasm for much of the other things that I pay attention to on a daily basis - meaning work. If you read this sister, I’m not blaming you. I was just sad and it’s like all the excitement or nonexcitement made me want to just wallow and stare in space for a while. She’s with me almost every single day, after all, the past six years since after she graduated from college. Of course, that’s not counting our childhood years, which we spent mostly not really connecting because of our six-year age gap.
But it’s almost been a month and I have this urgent need to wake up from this stupor. I have pressing deadlines after all so I need to get my groove back - meaning I need to get my workaholic mojo back. Also, I need to keep my newly purchased 32-in. TV turned off. What, I was sad - I needed to buy myself something. Well, I also needed telephone batteries but I thought the TV is way cooler.
People are lonely in this world for lots of different reasons. Some people have something in their disposition. Maybe they were just born too mean, or maybe they were born too tender. But most people are brought to where they are by circumstance, by calamity or a broken heart or something else happening in their lives that wasn’t anything they planned on. People are lonely in this world for lots of different reasons. The one thing that I do know is, it doesn’t matter what any one of them might tell you–nobody wants to be alone. - Allie Keys (Steven Spielberg’s Taken, 2002)
I haven’t written about solitude for so long. I haven’t written about anything with substance in a while, if I can be honest with myself. Now is the time when I hope nobody else is reading this blog because I am going to write something real - I wonder about my future. I do think about how I will be 20 or 30 years down the road.
I wonder if I should be terrified because people who care about me have expressed concern - and acquaintances have asked questions - about my unmarried (much more, unattached) state. I guess that’s what you get when you reach a certain age and you’re starting to look like a market commodity that’s fast approaching its expiration date. But I am not terrified, and I want to trust myself in that. I am not closed off, either, and I welcome any changes if anything will come up in front of me. But if I am indeed meant to be alone in this world in the sense that most people would rather not be themselves, I wouldn’t take it too much against my fate nor the universe.
I don’t feel too alone, although it’s true there are times when I feel I could use some company. Family is always there, and I do have friends to call on when I’m hoping for some break in routine. If I may say so myself, I used to be a pretty darn good “bestfriend” that those who called me as such had told me I’d probably be a good “other half” to somebody someday as well. That I’m not anybody’s bestfriend (in that high school definition of doing everything together/telling each other everything and anything), or girlfriend, or wife right now probably places a big question mark on that claim. But I don’t want to second-guess myself especially when I’m feeling rather contented.
I’m not writing this to defend myself, which only would make it seem like I’m covering up my true feelings. I’m just in the mood to share, while at the same time probably hoping no one else would actually have the intent to read this (because, you know, I could have a change of heart and regret writing something personal, then claim for a disability appeal just to save my face).
So, I was watching this CNN feature about an unmarried artist - a woman - who said that most people would give anything to have children because everybody wants to leave a part of ourselves to this world after we die. That sounds selfish, but I do think that statement makes sense. But when people I know ask me, “Who will take care of you when you’re old if you don’t have children”?, I can only manage a sly smile. I don’t want to raise children who will grow up having this default responsibility haunting their subconscious minds. Maybe I’ll just love them enough that they will love me back just as much. Or maybe I won’t have any child after all, and that’s fine, too. Because as much as I love the idea of becoming a mother, I am not worried about leaving this world without a mark if I don’t become one after all. I’ve been doing my part, the best way I understand what it is to be, and I know now my efforts will not be in vain. Somehow, that’s enough for me; if that makes me look nothing more than a sad spinster writing on a blog only I and a few people know about, then so be it. To each his own, if you believe in that.
For reference: My very first blog entry on being single . Four years, and nothing’s changed.
Even my most-against-online-shopping friends are now seeing the light and giving themselves a treat by purchasing stuff from group-buying sites. I think I’ve Liked almost every existing major deals site with my Facebook account, and although I haven’t made a point of computing how much exactly I have spent for purchases in such online shopping sites, I’m pretty sure it’s quite a considerable amount already, especially since my latest purchase is an HD DVD player bought for 50% off.
My friend’s having a birthday party for her daughter soon, and even in such occasions, I can think of a site or two where I’ve seen really expensive toys being sold for much less than the original price. Well, if I can find photo birth announcements or something like those for another friend, then I think I’ve seen it all.
I’m thinking about TV shows and movies that I watch. Last weekend, my sister and I watched Ang Babae sa Septic Tank (The Woman in the Septic Tank), in a full-house movie theater, and we were delighted to have left the cinema quite satisfied and pleased by where we spent our hard-earned money on. If you haven’t seen it, I suggest you do. It’s a riot, it’s an art film, it’s thought-provoking, but generally it’s just a total crowd pleaser.
Now what it made me realize is that I’m not really a genre watcher. I mean, I’m not sure that’s the best, or even accurate, way to describe it, but by that I mean I can watch pretty much anything that will get my attention. My enjoyment of movies and TV shows - or music for that matter - don’t really depend on anything in particular. Well, I can make a case for gory-for-nothing horror flicks and dumb-for-nothing ”comedies”; those I tend to avoid.
Babae is the first Filipino movie that I spent some bucks on in a long time - I don’t even watch foreign movies that much in theaters; I mostly wait for DVDs and - ahem - online “copies.” Hey, some people even watch uploads of new movies taken with nothing but digital camera exilim at the source. But I’m getting way out of topic here. What I really realized is that I only gave Babae a thought when I realized that it’s not a comedy designed on a linear story. And because I didn’t know what to expect of it, it made for a good surprise. I think I’ll now hunt for previous Cinemalaya winners.
