… We’re not broken just bent…
I find this as an ode for couples who’ve been together for years already and as they say, familiarity breeds contempt. When it should not.
People just have the tendency to be overly familiar with the person they love, that they take each for granted. Even disregarding those mundane acts of love like, making you coffee every morning, cooking breakfast for you…
I cannot compose my thoughts yet, so here’s a song that makes us realize how poles apart men and women think. The lyrics, vocals and melody are perfectly married into one perfect song.
:: That there is always somewhere to go even when you feel like there’s none. Hero Angeles found his refuge in Walang Tulugan; thanks to Kuya Germs. Please don’t crucify when I say I don’t know if he’s still there.
:: That the besugo-look is a testament of one’s ginormous wealth. Cristina Decena (I’ll be damned! She is the wife of Ariel Villasanta?!) , Philip Salvador’s ex, is the living proof that what comes with wealth is one serious trout-pout 😉
:: That being married to the likes of Manny Pacquiao is a sure way to be rid of looking like your twin. For life. I’m pretty sure Jinkee’s parents now have an easy breezy time telling one from the other.
:: That you simply have to have guts and sing. Loud and proud (and off-key). Take Anne Curtis. She’s a self-confessed non-singer but she has an album, did a concert, did a tour of sorts and now, she’s singing on every endorsement that will let her, both on tv and radio.
:: That being as tall as Eddie Gutierrez can be a serious liability especially if all you wanted to do is to hide under one of the tables at The Heritage Park’s dining area during Mang Dolphy‘s wake.
:: Lastly, that no designer wardrobe and accessories can cover for an outrageously trashy behavior. I’m sure you don’t need a name for this one. She makes me so proud that I have a mother who in spite of not finishing school and does not dress in expensive clothes has manners that will not shame us like this woman does her family.
RODOLFO ‘DOLPHY’ VERA QUIZON, SR.
(July 25, 1928 – July 10, 2012)
Dolphy was very much a part of my childhood. At the height of his fame, was one of the hardest times in our family’s life. Money was hard and we barely get by. But we set aside our problems for an hour every week and just sit down and gather round our small tv set and watch John en Marsha. I have a vague recollection of the episodes but I remember the scene where our family sat huddled in the sala and laugh every time John Puruntong is antagonized by his mother-in-law Doña Delilah and the equally annoyingly funny character of Matutina.
His flair for comedy is just as brilliant as his talent for drama. I remember most of us were tearing up when we caught the movie Ang Tatay Kong Nanay on cable a few months back one Sunday afternoon. It was my favorite movie. And then there’s Facifica Falayfay, among other films that I can barely recall. And if there was something that made me sad, he wasn’t able to make another movie that made the same impact as Markova. Nevertheless, he’s a treasure who will be missed and as he said in one of his recent specials, all we have to do is hit the ‘play’ button and we’ll see him again.
My sister and I are frustrated (feeling) Broadway singers so our videoke sessions are not complete without us trying to belt out I Dream a Dream from Les Miserables or Think of Me from the Phantom of the Opera. And our parents will mutter under their breaths, “Ano bang mga kanta yan?! Ang hirap hulihin ng tono.” Then again that is probably our fault. 😀 Even my brother appreciates The Phantom of the Opera and discovered that Nightwish actually did a cover (trust him to unearth the edgier and noisier version).
I watched this Irish movie musical two years ago on DVD and I watched it again late last year and it still evokes the same emotion because it is what love and life are all about. It’s exhilarating and frustrating because sometimes no matter how good it may seem, it’s just not meant to be. It will be a treat to see this on Broadway. *wishful thinking*
I love the songs in this play but I’ve yet to watch it. First time I heard For Good, the dam just bloody broke. (T_T) The song is about friendship but this song sums up one of the best times of my life. 😀 There will always be that one person who changes you. Not because it was asked of you; you just do because you want to be the best version of you for this person.
That the music is courtesy of Benny Andersson and Björn Ulvaeus of ABBA, is enough to make me want to watch this play.
I was a kid when these songs (the pop version) were played on the radio and I would never have thought that these were songs from a play by Andrew Lloyd Webber. Quite interesting.
Rock of Ages
The musical staged at the Carlos P. Romulo auditorium at the RCBC is already sold out 😦 All shows until July 8. What surprising though is that Vina Morales plays Sherrie. She’s got the face but vocals, I’m not really sure. Bituin Escalante on the other hand has the power vocals for the role. If only….. I’m just going to leave that thought hanging… 😉
The commute to work takes more than an hour and I rather not spend it fidgeting and doing palatak because doing it won’t ease up the traffic anyway. So I just incessantly input my thoughts via the nifty WordPress app for mobile phones. While at it, I have to constantly remind myself not to blurt out to the girl beside me to ‘Please stop flipping your cheaply rebonded hair on my face’. I know so because the ends look like our walis at home. *raised eyebrow*
- On the Panamanian diplomat declared as persona non grata; that ‘punishment’ would have had more kick if he got Claudined (bashed and tongue-lashed in public) and Raymarted (ganged up and punched repeatedly) while being escorted to the airport. Just suggesting! 😉
- I’m not sure whether I should be happy that the shuttle I rode on has a tv onboard or be annoyed because it is tuned in to a news channel and it recapped PacMom’s birthday celebration.
- I don’t know whether it was the glaring sun that hit my eye or her gown. Can’t her children be sued at least (wag na ‘jailed‘ as I initially suggested) for letting her go out like that?
- Or can a well-meaning authority issue a restraining order for those gaudy gowns? I get it. They’re the nouveau rich. They can pretty much buy ANYTHING they want, do WHATEVER they want. But these are questions that really baffled me:
- How many birds sacrificed their lives for that hideous gown that almost defaced the Philippine flag just because it’s red, blue and white?
- Who created that gaudy, flamboyantly garish gown?
- What the hell was that designer thinking? Or not thinking? Hello! Project Runway Philippines is on tv. Please! You can learn pointers there.
- Is he aware that he’s designing a gown for a 63 year old woman and not a two year old? Then again, if I were that kid, I am so not wearing that gown even if they deprive me of milk for weeks.
- When those gaudy gowns were brought in for a final fit, were the people with PacMom able to keep a straight face? Or did they just put on their best poker faces and then subsequently excused themselves and threw up?
- Wasn’t there somebody brave enough to make a stand against those awfully pathetic gowns?
- Can you please put your money to good use? Hire an image consultant. Pronto!