18 February 2004
Classical and instrumental music have been my favorite kinds of music ever since I learned to appreciate music other than the songs we learned in class back in Grade School. Beautiful music always gives me the feeling of euphoria or what most would call "high." This is the reason why I usually don’t like other people (especially people who don’t know me much) to see me when I "really" listen to music. I go nuts while listening to MY kind of music. Good thing most people my age don’t really like the kind of music I love listening to. :)
Music is one of the things that are sure to make me cry. I used to get teased a lot because of this (well, I still do). Music makes me want to close my eyes, spread my hands and just be free from everything. My senses become alive when I hear beautiful music. When I watch movies, music is one of the most important things I consider. Maybe I was a musician in my past life, I don’t know. All I know is that music resides in my heart and soul. I cannot live without music.
Last night, I was listening to the Il Postino (The Postman) original soundtrack when, as usual, I started to cry. I was listening to Pablo Neruda's love poems being read by famous Hollywood stars. Poetry is another thing that always makes me cry and is also a very important part of my life (that deserves a whole new blog entry). After the Neruda poems came the part of instrumental music. I was trying my best not to cry, but when it came to this part, I just couldn’t stop it anymore. I cried not only because the music was simply beautiful, but also because I remembered my Kuya Reynill.
Kuya Reynill was my classmate back in Grade School and High School. He was really nice, very kind. He was never the sensitive type. This was probably why he would always be the butt of class jokes. No, he didn’t look funny at all. He was neither clowning around all the time. He was, in fact, rather serious. It was just that he had more share of mistakes and, well, embarrassing moments than most of us. But, not in any time did he ever get affected by this fact. He would always laugh with us when we laughed at him. That was how nice he was. He was a happy person.
I was quite close to him, which is why I was one of the first few to call him "Kuya" (older brother). He was really like a brother to me. I loved him dearly (I never knew if he ever knew how much we all loved him). How could you not love someone who was so kind as to gladly volunteer to get you stuff from far-away stores just because you didn’t feel like getting up from your comfortable chair? How could you not love someone who would always be there to listen to your childish thoughts and foolish ideas? How could we not love him?
On our third year in High School, Kuya Reynill, knowing how much I loved classical and instrumental music, introduced me to the Dying Young original soundtrack. I remember him telling me how he cried when he listened to that tape. He even teased me about my crying over beautiful music. And, so, I listened to the soundtrack. As expected, I cried buckets of tears (and I haven’t even seen the movie at that time). I was just enveloped by the feeling of sadness that the music wanted to create in the listener. I knew I had to have that tape for my collection.
I told (note that I didn’t ask) Kuya Reynill that I wanted the tape. He told me it was his cousin’s. I told him that I wanted it and I didn’t care if it belonged to his cousin or whoever. He had to beg me to give it back. I didn’t give it back until he promised to buy me one. He also said that his buying me my own copy of the tape would be great because I surely would never forget him. "Every time na marinig mo ‘yun, maaalala mo ako, ‘di ba?" (Every time you hear that piece, you’ll remember me, right?) I didn’t even appreciate this, I only told him to hurry up and buy me the tape as soon as possible. He could only say, "Sige, pagpunta ko ulit sa Iligan, ha?" (Okay, next time I go to Iligan, alright?) That made my day.
But, he never fulfilled his promise. He went to Iligan often, but he would always forget to get me my Dying Young soundtrack. The days became weeks and months, but the tape never came until I totally forgot about the promise, too. I guess he forgot about it as well. The months became years and before we knew it, we were already graduating from High School.
He transferred to Iligan for college; I stayed in MSU and never heard much from or about him. I could count on the fingers of my right hand the number of times I saw him all throughout college. In no time, I graduated from college. In the one year that I bummed around, I never saw him at all. Then, I decided to come to Manila for further studies. Dying Young and Kuya Reynill became just mere shadows behind larger and fonder memories. I barely remembered him.
As I sallied through Asian studies and, later, English studies, life became very busy and all about Asian history and culture, Japan and the English language. High School seemed to have been centuries ago. The childish fears and ideas had more or less been completely forgotten. The times I passed and left kept to themselves most memories of the good ol’ days. It was impossible to remember Kuya Reynill, especially after years of not seeing or hearing from him.
Then, one day, big news of my dear Kuya Reynill came. It was so unexpected I almost went crazy when I heard it. It was so unbelievable I wanted to fly back home just to know if it were true. He was a natural jester, yes, but Kuya Reynill could not have borne to play such a joke- a cruel, cruel joke on me! I desperately tried to contact everyone I knew to confirm that the news was a just a big joke. It wasn’t…
Kuya Reynill never got me that soundtrack. But, he made sure that it would forever remind me of him. What a great joke he played on me! He never fulfilled that promise for he had another thing in mind. I never knew that he wanted that beautiful piece to carry his very memory. "Every time you hear that piece, you’ll remember me, right?" I never thought that when he said these words, he was telling me something. I never knew that he would, himself, be "DYING YOUNG."
I will be getting a copy of that soundtrack one day. And, I know that wherever and whenever I listen to it, my Kuya Reynill will be with me. :)
08 February 2004
My special thanks go to Balbonics and Adam for the questions they posted. I chose to answer the questions of both "posters" (is this actually the right term?) because, well, they're the only ones I got. Hehehe:) Not that I expect many people read my blog, but the idea of getting questions got me quite excited.
Anyway, here are my answers.
1. Why the name BabyPink?
-- I chose BabyPink because I love PINK (My favorite shade is baby pink. You know, like sweet, light pink.) and BABY is one of my favorite words in the world. Oh, and, well, I love babies. :)
2. If you could be a cartoon character, who would you be?
-- Disney's Mulan... :)
3. If you won a million US$, what would you do with it?
-- I'll give half to my parents, a quarter to charity, and the rest I'll use to buy things that I've always wanted and gifts for my family and friends.:)
4. Would you rather have a man who loves you but whom you don't love or a man whom you love but doesn't love you?
-- I'd rather have a man who loves me because I'll eventually learn to love him. And then, we'll live happily ever after. :)
5. Would you marry a man who is nice, handsome, rich and loves you but is impotent+infertile?
-- Sure, I'll marry him. We can adopt children if we want children (and I have so many nieces and nephews, having no children wouldn't be a problem). As for being impotent, well, I know it's important that people should be able to "perform", but that is not the most important thing for me. Love is the answer! :)
1. What would you rather live in:
A house with no roof or a house with no bathroom?
-- A house with no bathroom. I could do "my thing" in my neighbor's or in the "gilid-gilid" and/or "bukid". :P
2. What would you rather eat: Chocolate that tastes like shit or shit that tastes like chocolate?
-- I'd choose chocolate that tastes like shit anytime. No matter how good shit tastes, the thought that it's shit is just eeeewww! But, come to think of it, we eat lots of good food, right? Wouldn't it be possible that shit tastes like the food we eat? Then, maybe sometimes shit really tastes like chocolate. Has anybody ever checked? Aaaacckk, what am I saying?!!
3. You're relocating to another country for good and have only one backpack to bring with you. What are its contents?
-- Hmm, tough one (especially knowing what a disorganized and totally sentimental person I am). For sure, there'd be at least one good book in it (probably Coelho's "The Alchemist"). I will be sure to bring my prayer things (carpet, prayer "costume", pasbi, etc.), the Holy Qur'an, a photo album containing pictures of me, my family and my friends, my favorite blanket (which I actually call BabyPink), my ID, toiletries. And, LOOOTS of money so I could buy everything that I forgot to put in my backpack! How big is this backpack, anyway? :)
4. If someone gave you a pet right now, what would you name it?
-- Arigatou (Thank you in Japanese). The nickname will be Ari (final syllable is pronounced with a continuous flowing out of air and not with a glottal stop, ha.).
5. It's your last day on earth and you're having a full-course meal of your choice. What's in it? (maximum of 2 desserts please!)
-- Everything Meranao, except that none of the food will be hot/spicy, so that would mean that I'll need to talk to the Meranao cook first. There will be kiyoning (Meranao yellow rice), manok a papaparan (chicken with coconut), bolied egg, badak (young jackfruit cooked the Meranao way). Dessert will be my favorite tiyateg (a kind of Meranao sweet that looks like hard, fried brown hair) and biyaki (Meranao sweet that's made of ground corn, sugar and rice). I will be eating all these with my hands, no silverware. Everything will be served on a tabak (Meranao brass table). And, there should be COKE, lots of it! :)
Wow, I had fun answering those questions! Q and A of this type always gives us an idea about who we (both "person who asks" and "person asked") are, what kind of people we are, and how our minds work. They're really fun! I love this chain/game. Doumo arigatou gozaimashita, Balbonics and Adam! :)
04 February 2004
There's this blog chain that has caught my attention. It goes like this, you ask me five questions. These questions can be of any kind, but, it would be more fun if they were really weird and out of this world. You can ask anything, from the color of my favorite blanket to what's under my bed. Just shoot!
After I pick the best ones, I shall post the answers on this blog and I also get to ask the person/s (the "poster" of the chosen questions) five questions, which s/he will also answer on his/her blog. S/he will, of course, have to ask his/her readers to do the same so the chain would continue. :)
(You can post your questions on my Comment/Pink Thoughts Board.)
03 February 2004
I have seen almost all our local stars here in the Philippines. Sometimes I love to look at them, sometimes I couldn't care less. I have always thought of our stars as ordinary people with extraordinary jobs. While I am a movie fan and I love to hear stories and controversies about our stars, I've never really been the "shriekin' fan" (except, of course, if we're talking about Hideaki Takizawa, Denzel Washington, Ken Zhu (of F4), Orlando Bloom, Bernard Palanca, Prince William of Wales, Maksim Mrvica and my ultimate crush - David Trezeguet). Okay, I AM a "shriekin’ fan!"
While I am my "fan-y" self, I'd like to write more about it. So, today, I will list down the names of the celebrities who, so far, have had my eye almost go out of their sockets and my mouth drop to the floor, or simply had me starstruck! These are, of course, some of the (few) celebrities I totally love! Well, duh…
-- I have always, always loved Oscar Orbos. I remember reading about his being the Political Wonder Boy during Aquino's time. I was so young then that what stuck in my mind was the idea that he was the Wonder Boy of the Philippines, you know, like Wonder Woman. I never forgot that name. Then, one night, I chanced upon GMA 7's Debate. To my delight, the Wonder Boy was there. Not only was he just a guest, he was the host. After that, I religiously followed Debate every Thursday night. I would always look forward to Pareng Oca's last statement about the issues. I would always love and agree with his ideas. I felt like he was verbalizing my exact take on issues. His way with words always amazed me (still does).
One day, I was walking, with an aunt, along J. Bocobo St. in Ermita when my aunt suddenly said, "Ah, Orbos is here. That is his car." I couldn't believe my ears! Oh my God, finally I was to see MY Wonder Boy! I half-dragged my aunt inside Hizon's (where Orbos was drinking coffee) and begged her that we order something and sit there for a while. I immediately went to the table next to his and sat where I was sure to have my back to him (stupid decision!). I couldn't see him so I kept asking my aunt what the guy was doing. After a while, we decided it was time to go. When I stood up, I stole a glance at his direction just in time as he looked up from his newspaper. I caught his eye. He smiled and gave me a little nod. I smiled back, shyly. Needless to say, I wanted to faint right then and there! :)
-- I have loved the APO Hiking Society since God knows when! They're like the ultimate OPM artists for me. I love every single one of their songs. I have watched them every Sunday on ABS-CBN 2's Sa Linggo nAPO Sila. I have watched them every single day when Sa Linggo… became 'Sang Linggo nAPO Sila. The trio never failed to complete my days. They still do when I see or hear them (which happens once in a blue moon nowadays).
There was this one time, I and my dorm-mates had the craving for Starbucks coffee so we decided to go to Katipunan. It was the night the Ateneo Blue Eagles won the UAAP Men's Basketball Championship over the La Salle Green Archers (I forgot the year, 2002 or 2003). The whole Ateneo was celebrating then. Starbucks was just crowded full. Everywhere we looked, people were wearing Ateneo shirts. As we were seated, a guy walked past our table. One of my dorm-mates whispered, "Si Jim Paredes…" When I heard that, I couldn't dare look at the direction my dorm-mate was pointing to. God, Jim Paredes was walking around the coffee shop and I couldn't even look at him! Great! Then, I couldn't take it anymore, I summoned all my courage and looked at their table. He was with his family (I didn't know Ala then). For thirty seconds, I couldn't stop looking at him. I don't know if I imagined it or what, but I remember our eyes met. For about three seconds, we stared at each other. He didn't smile, I didn't smile. And, inside I was kicking myself for not mouthing "I love APO!" or even a little "Hi." Then, I couldn't look at him anymore lest I might go over their table and do or say something really stupid. :)
-- I loved Robert Sena as Thuy in Miss Saigon. “You're here. It's true… it is as I was told. This man, and you! For how much were you sold?!” God, he was just great! That was one of my favorite scenes in the play. Robert Sena gave me the creeps. It was like he was so angry he could actually start shooting at all of us! His acting and voice were just marvelous! No wonder he's said to be the best Thuy ever!
On Sunday afternoons, I usually go roller-blading in the UP Academic Oval (around the Sunken Garden). One of these afternoons, I was already getting up some sweat when I saw this huge dog. I love pets so much, you see. So, I decided to stop skating and just watch the dog for a while. He was really adorable. After a few minutes, I decided I had enough watching the giant run here and there. I started to go and that was the only time the owner caught my attention. I thought he looked very familiar, but I couldn't place where I saw him. Was he an old neighbor, a friend of a friend? I had already gained speed when it dawned on me who it was. I turned so abruptly I almost fell on my elbows. I went over the side of a tree so he wouldn't really see me totally gawking at him. After some time, I went on to go back to the dorm. All I could think of was how stupid I was, watching that dog for more than five minutes and not noticing that the owner was actually Thuy himself, Robert Sena! Tsk, tsk, tsk…
-- Now, this guy I don’t exactly like-like, if you know what I mean. Well, he’s just the ordinary actor to me. I’ve seen him in one or two movies, but he never really left an impact on me. He's just plain Jestoni…
One time, a friend and I were walking around SM Megamall when I remembered I needed to buy one of those rubber-like things you wrap around the handle of a badminton racket. We went to the part of the mall where there were some sports stores. When we got there, we saw that there were a crowd of people watching an event there. We didn't know that there was actually an All-Star Badminton Tourney. We decided to take a peek at what all these people were watching. There were just sooo many stars and celebrities there. We instantly decided to get out of there for fear of being crushed to death or being suffocated. I didn't even get to buy what I needed. Just as we were leaving, I saw the best-looking guy I have ever seen (in person, that is) in my whole life! Sweat covered his whole body, but he was handsome as handsome could be. It was Jestoni Alarcon. I was left agape for one or two minutes. I wanted to throw myself at him so badly that I knew I had to drag myself out of there.:)
-- I adooore this girl! Need I say more?! :)
(Or you can refer to my previous entry to know the story of my meeting her.)
Hmm, come to think of it… I've had my share of starstruck moments I, now, realize. Funny, I never really knew or realized how "fan-y" I could actually be around these stars. And, really, it's fun to be a fan!:)
There are times in life when we feel and do things that we don't expect ourselves capable of feeling and doing. We, sometimes, do things that we have never even dreamt of doing. But, at the end of it all, these are the things that make life such a colorful ocean! :)
01 February 2004
As I've written in my first blog entry,
The story of THE night:
I and two of my friends went to the RCBC Plaza to watch Footloose (an Ateneo Blue Rep play). The play was great. Every single one of them (actors) did a swell job! Nobody was willing to be outstaged by another, not even the dancers. The dances were awesome! The music (songs) was great. I cried three times and laughed a gazillion times! It was really good.
After the 10 minute intermission, Ala went onstage. It took so much effort to stop myself from shouting in glee. I was so happy I wanted to cry. My friends and I couldn't believe how pretty she was. I mean, she looks good and all on TV and in pictures, but in person, man, she's waaay better looking. Her tall, slim figure, of course, stood out. Even if she wasn't dancing like crazy (like the others), and she just stood there (in her model-like stance), it was impossible not to notice her. Her number was really short, though.
Anyway, after the show, we went to get our share of the free ice cream bars they gave out. Eating our lemonade-flavored ice cream bars, we waited just outside the theater to get a glimpse of the actors we liked most, and of course, to see Ala up close since not one of us could shut up about how beautiful she looks in person! (Yeah, she really is that pretty!) My guy friend couldn't believe he didn't notice her before (in Myx).
So, after a few minutes of waiting nervously (in my case), she finally came out. She didn't have any make-up on save for lipstick/lip gloss. And, my friend says she noticed how nice-looking Ala's feet were. Hehehe:) Her height made us look like hobbits and her beauty made us look like common ladies-in-waiting and she, the princess! When she passed by us, I called out, "Hi Ala!" And with the brightest smile I ever saw, she said, "Hi there," or something like that. I introduced myself and she told me I looked exactly like my friendster photo. Hehehe:) And, then, she had to go take pictures with her friends.
After a few minutes, I couldn't resist the urge to ask her for a picture-taking. Gosh, it's not everyday I get to meet this wonderful, wonderful girl (Add the fact that her dad is one of my biggest Filipino idols since God knows when!). I was really feeling my cheeks turn red due to nervousness and sheer embarrassment at my actions. Oh, but to hell with that, I love the girl and I HAD to have a picture taken with her! She agreed and the next thing I knew I was up in cloud-nine. I couldn't even remember what we said to each other, that is if I was able to even speak at all! I was just happy beyond belief! Really, really!
My friends were really happy for me, too, even if I forgot to introduce them to her. They knew how much I like Ala and all. They didn't tease me or anything. Maybe, partly because Ala was really friendly and acted as if we were really friends (and I'd like to think we are). But, later, when I proudly told one of our other friends my happy news, I had my share of being teased. She told me I acted too much like a fan. And, here's what I said, "I AM a fan! And, Ala knows that!" :)
Last night was a great night for we saw a great play and we met Ala. The night will forever stay in my memory for it was a night that taught me a thing or two. It was the first time I ever acted too "fan-y" and that made me realize that it's actually okay to lower yourself and just look up to another person, that at times I could and should swallow my pride (I'm usually quite proud) and act in a way I don't usually do for what will make me happy. After that, I also came to understand how and why "shriekin' fans" act the way they do. I found out that it wasn't bad at all, that it even felt great within! And most especially, I realized that Ala is just like me and everyone I know. She's but an ordinary person, who can be friends with another ordinary person.
And, after all these, I go on to proclaim myself as the no. 1 ALA-ist in the world! :)