Thursday, July 31, 2003
I found my puupy, Magda, dead today in her box. I was just playing with her last night. She's only 5 days old, premature, but she was already crawling around, struggling in the most endearing way, lifting her head and kept making these sweet little noises that were pretty loud for a premature puppy smaller than my hand! She was really healthy last night and was definitely stable and alive... bursting with life in fact.
I couldn't understand how she could have died...turns out, the mother dog, Hailey, had been dragging it around indelicately, and dropping and leaving her in different places around our garage all night. It must've weakened the pup, or it might've broken it's neck. To think in the end it was the mother's fault that the pup died.
I refused to believe the puppy was dead until the maid picked her up and she was stiff as wood. I can't explain even to myself what happened next. I ran to my room, ran past my father without telling him the dog had just died, closed and bolted my bedroom door and started sobbing in a way I haven't sobbed since I was about 12 years old. I started crying bitterly, it surprised even myself. I was so sad, and was so disappointed and kept thinking of how much we had all put into making that pup live, watching over it, and feeding it with an eye-dropper everyday. That pup was kind of our little miracle, and I was genuinely inspired to make it live and grow. I felt such a sense of loss and I don't even know what brought it on! Is all this stemming from a deeper issue? Like I said, i can't explain it even to myself why I reacted like that.
So there I was bawling over a dead dog, bawling like how I did when I was a kid and my favorite dog had died... like that. I was absolutely heartbroken, and I wanted to be hugged and stroked on the head by my daddy, or any other parental figure in my life. But I was too embarrassed to let anyone see me crying over a dead puppy. Then I started laughing because I felt really silly for crying over a puppy I had for 3 days, but I was still heartbroken. I kept thinking of them disposing of the puppy's body, tying it up in a garbage bag maybe and throwing it in the trash and that made me cry even harder.
Then I called Nino because I figured it would be okay to embarrass myself in front of him because he's my boyfriend and it's in his job description to deal with me when I'm distraught. And when he answered I said, "Guess what Nino, my dog died!" and I started bawling again right after that.
Then I had to stop crying to pack my clothes because I had MYX taping, and on the way to the studio I sat in the back seat of the car trying not to cry but barely succeeding.
I eventually stopped and even laughed and was my usual joker self the whole day, and taped all my epsiode for the week, but I knew that one thought about the puppy would make me cry again so I tried not to think about it all.
Now that I'm alone and writing this I'm starting to cry again. I'll probably be better in the morning. One of the only other times I've cried like this was in gradeschool when I lost an art contest that I was so sure I would win.
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You know, it's funny how we think animals are just cute furry objects with no souls until we see animals grieving for their dead children. Maybe it's just instinct but the sight of it always manages to be soul-shaking, and it will always make you question whether or not animals are just animals or if they really do have souls.
I could hear Hailey wimpering over her dead puppy and she didn't want to leave it's side till the very end. My stylist Bobby told me how when all of his dog's babies died, they disposed of the bodies far, far away from the house because the dog was so distraught and to their astonishment, the dog managed to locate her puppies' whereabouts and bring them back.
Probably the most heart wrenching story ever is the one my dad told me about his friend who liked to shoot birds and things with his gun. Once he saw a monkey in a tree and without thinking he shot it and it fell dead on the ground. Then the mother monkey appeared out of nowhere, scrambled down from the tree, cradled her dead son in her arms, and started crying and wailing like those women we see in war movies grieving over their dead sons. Needless to say, the man felt extreme guilt, and shame (wouldn't you feel rottten to the core?) and never shot any living thing again.
Stories like that really make you wonder... is that innate compulsion of one living thing to sustain, support, and take responsibility over another living thing merely instinct or something else?
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Wednesday, July 30, 2003
I just saw my friend Naz's livejournal and it seriously kicks butt! A damn interesting and entertaining read, life through the eyes of a gay, goth, Islamic, N*Sync fan currently paying homage to his deity, Bjork, in the U.S. of A. and whose real name is Muhammad Nazri bin Haji Muhammad Noor or something to that effect (I used to just pronounce his name as "tigidigtigidig" because that's what it sounds like when he says it fast).
and I suggest you check his journal out. I'm posting the address here because I f*cking don't know how edit my links. I don't know anything about this blog shit! I was originally going to go on Livejournal but I couldn't figure the damn thing out! Anyway, here is the Livejournal address of my GoodFriend Naz, self proclaimed Queen of the World (or was that Universe? Sorry Naz!): http://www.livejournal.com/users/sassyassnaz
Reading his stuff made me absolutely insecure about my pathetic little Blog that can't even use any fonts other than Arial narrow and can't even display pictures!!!... or maybe I just don't know how. Right now I'm taking a graphics design class that makes me want to experiment with all these fonts and stuff and I CANT!!! it sucks man.
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I just bought 560 RAM for my I-book which makes my total RAM 700something. Aaah, how wonderful, how fast!
Finally bought an airport card too which means I'm finally, truly, really hooked up to wireless internet! Surfing bliss!
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My boyfriend does not read my blog and has probably never even visited my blog even once!!! The cad.
I've decided to start writing all sorts of things about him here so that everything I say about him will eventually leak to him through people who do read my blog, which will make him want to visit my blog just to see what I've been saying.
He wrote me a few lines for my yearbook write-up saying that I had "the mind of an artist, and the heart of a martyr" and that I was a "woman of vision" and alot of other very mushy things which I refuse to include in my yearbook because those sorts of things should only come between me and him :-p. I mean, it would be utterly ridiculous if I included this line he wrote that said I was "cool, warm, hot, sweet, n sexy" or something like that! It's such a boyfriend thing to say and it would be quite embarrassing to put that on a yearbook!
However, i applaud Nino for unleashing his Pepe le Pew, mushy side, something which just doesn't come to him naturally... yes, I know, I know, one would think he'd the angsty,sensitive, soulful, romantic type as befits the musician cliche...all that headbanging during performances must've altered him somehow.
Of course, he claimed to be pretty drunk when he made me my write-up but it's sweet anyway and being the sucker I am for these things, tears ALMOST sprung to my eyes.
Lecheng lalaki! :-p *smile*
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It's yearbook requirements deadlines week and we've all been making yearbook write-ups for each other and I think I have a flair for wriite-ups. I think I should be a proffessional yearbook write-up maker. Since write-ups are meant to be read by alot of people, I'm going to post the ones I've made here! Think of it as in introduction to my favoritest female friends on the planet.
SARA:
Sara is a fizzy fairy! Seemingly delicate so you wouldnt be able to tell how crazy and weird this girl is just by looking at her. She has the doe eyes, pouty expression, and fragility of an old, sepia Hollywood actress melting into tears. But don't be fooled
because she's seriously wacky and a good sport. A humorously vain person, one of my earliest memories of Sara is how she would apply blush before playing
basketball for PE in freshman year :-p Artsy, and endearingly spacy, she has consistently displayed good, unique, and fine-tuned taste in her wardrobe and
in the pretty, little baubles she like to make.
TRINA!!!:
Trina is the baddest good girl I know. The perfect balance of someone who is reliable, responsible, and totally real, yet knows that a little immorality can be good for the soul.:-p Someone who does what has to be done, yet still has a suitcase of bad-girl storiesto brag about to her grandchildren one day.
Naturally on the wavelength of the abstract, she seems to be on a deeper level of understanding than most, and gives valuable insights. You can talk to her about anything and she guards secrets with her life. A genuine person to everyone she interacts with, she makes people feel appreciated for being themselves.
May often fall into the sullen moods of an artist. Has the soul of an artist but doesn’t feel the need to flaunt it. Defies convention and has unique taste
without being pretentious or looking like she’s trying.
JENN BLONDE:
Jenn is an infinite ocean. Her end goal is to encompass all things, the good and the bad, and to emerge purified and whole!
BECKY aka Super Justice Woman:
Becky is an urban Hindu Godess and her temple is wherever she is. Looking at her reminds you of incense, candles, fiery colors, hennaed hands, and being barefoot on the beach. With an intense appreciation for beauty, she adorns her regal frame
with jewels befitting her sensual godessness. There is dynamism in her stride and she is unstoppable. Amidst all that, she is also one heck of a goof, making her
one seriously cool person. hail to super justice woman!
Jovinne the queen!:
Jovinne is the ultimate sweetheart. Always coming from understanding and compassion, she is a natural nurturer, perpetually giving off good vibes. She
values the people in her life intensely. Her presence is always a positive presence. It's only fitting that she's a psych major because I can totally imagine her leading home those who have gone astray.
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Tuesday, July 29, 2003
*The Perils of Occupying Celebrity Skin*
I just visted Pinoyexchange.com and as browsed through the "Local Music and TV" forum where the chit chat is all about artistas, artistas, artistas and more artistas. It always drives me insane what a**holes people can be when they talk about celebrities. Does coming out on TV automatically objectify you so you can be picked apart from your voice, to your hair, or whatever else tehy want to pick apart? Celebrities are either glofified to high heavens or people pounce on them like a pack of velociraptors and find pleasure in ripping them apart. I mean, what value do they get from all of this? That anyone would actually invest time, money on internet fee, and effort on frequenting these forums just to bash people is just totally malicious.
Coming out on TV transforms you into some kind of object on display so that everone around you can put you under a microscope and look for things about you they don't like so they can say their hate for you is valid. And what's more, they'll discount everything they do like about you and count ONLY the things they hate to REINFORCE and nourish a negative opinion of you that they have already set (It also goes the same way when a person likes you, he/she counts only the things that support that opinion). It's crazy how people get into forum fights that go on for pages and pages just trying to prove that
__(artista's name here)___ sucks or that ___(artista's name here)___ is the most beautiful/handsome artista.
being a critic is not a bad thing, criticism can be good, helpful, and constructive. However, there's a difference between someone who knows what he/she is talking about and someone who is just an a**hole who wants to spite people, people who have never ever done them any direct harm. And what makes it worse is that some of these a**hole critics think they totally know what they're talking about, they think they know how it all works, and that they know all about some one or exactly what it's like being in the spot light when they really don't know sh*t. You should hear some of them talk. It's all just talk.
And worse, sometimes they typecast you. They won't let you be anything else because you belong to the realm of celebrity and if you try anything new, you are considered "feeling" or "trying hard".
Thank God I have a pretty low-key TV job, but I still get my share of shit, and it's awful enough for me as it is... and that's already coming from someone on what's probably the lowest level of the "TV personality heirarchy" (did I just say that? ick!). I can still shop alone in Mega mall or walk down the street in slippers and messy hair and people either won't notice me, won't recognize me, or won't care. My name appears once in a blue moon in a PinoyExchange forum (thank God) but others really have it bad.
Maybe I should just steer clear of those forums.
Sometimes I hate the illusion of it, you know it's an illusion because you're on the other side of the spectrum and you see that it's really not all that glamorous, it's just the cameras and the all people working behind you to make you glamorous. But in the end, you're just an employee like everyone else and you do what you do to make a living. The self you project on TV, the you that the audience sees is an artificial you, it''s just a tiny, tiny bit of you, just a shadow of you. Anyone who thinks that the person I am on TV is the same me in real life, or thinks the television me is the ENTIRE me, is a poor judge of character and does not recognize the infinity inside each and every human being.
Sometimes I wonder why I even took this job when there are so many a**holes. I just do my thing, I may not be the best at it, although some may think I am ... some people just think I suck. But hey, if any of the haters knew any better than me, they'd be the one VJ-ing for MYX and not me, RIGHT???
**** I was in a passion when I wrote this. I'll probably wake up in the morning, read this, and think "what the hell was I thinking?"
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ALEXIS, yes Cesca and Pimee Ayala are my second cousins.
I have a new dog!!!! My dog Hailey gave birth and it's the most amazingly tiny puppy I've ever seen! It's the size of a hamster and fits in the palm of my hand! It's so fragile, and yet amazingly it lives and breathes and you can feel it's little heart beat with your finger. Looking at it makes me feel that all life, even the tiniest creature, is such a grand miracle... I know I'm being a little OA about all this but the puppy was born under the wildest circumstances.
Last Friday night, my dog Hailey gave birth to 1 premature dead puppy. She started bleeding profusely and we speculated that she might still have some more puppies inside her. Since we didnt have car, we wrapped her in a blanket like a baby and rushed her, in a tricycle, to the nearest vet, with me behind the driver. The vet was closed when we got there but with genuine tears in my eyes, I begged the only person who was there to please unbolt the door and to call any vets who could come to the clinic. Unfortunately, they were all unavailable or too far away and since we still didnt have a car, we took another trike back home with heavy hearts.
Finally my uncle offered to pick Hailey up and take her to a vet in Makati. Hailey stayed in the doggy hospital for 3 days, throughout the entire coup de etat, during which she availed of the following services: a) an Xray to see if there were more puppies inside her, b) a Ceasarian operation to deliver the one remaining puppy inside her, and c) and an incubator for the pup which was premature and didnt seem like it had a high chance of living during the 1st few hours of it's life.
In the midst of the Makati seige, while the city sat tense and glued to their TV sets, while the president gathered her people at EDSA shrine, the vet called us with the good news "Both mother and daughter have survived".
It was a ray of hope through the gloom!
We named the puppy (a girl) Magda (after Magdalo), in commemoration of the political circumstances under which she came into this world.
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Saturday, July 26, 2003
Kudeta nanaman! Kudeta nanaman!
I love coup de etats. We get to skip school, participate in fun noise barrages, attend rallies, wear cool political pins, arm bands, and T-shirts, and get to see planes and helicopters fly across the sky.
I'M JUST KIDDING!
I'm just using humor to deal with the tension of our new state of political unrest...but then again when is this country ever in state of political rest? But I truly believe that growing up in the Philippines is amazing. Every kid has been through a flood, an earthquake, a rally, a noise barrage, a revolution, an abrupt switch of government and president, a coup de etat. One thing about growing up in the midst of all this political unrest is that it has endowed us with a sense of humor and has built character in us as a people. We don't get all dramatic when things are rough, we don't act like cry babies.
Meanwhile, God save our country.
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Wednesday, July 23, 2003
Thank you Dep for making my comments link work (that was you, right? Who else could it be? Unless I unknowinlgy figured it all out ony my own). You can now post insults, pick-up lines, as well as insights.
Had a nice, quiet day at the Metropolitan Museum aof art, strolling immaculate, white corridors and looking at beautiful pottery from China, pre-colonial Philippine Gold pieces (positively the most seductive jewelry I've ever encountered), and an exhibit showing the original architectural plan that America intended for Manila at the turn of the century when we were colonized. It is a Manila we will probably never know. It f*cking looked like Paris!!! The Pasig river was supposed to be our local version of the Seine River and each building was made of white marble with domes and greek collumns a la Washington DC. The plans were so beautiful, it made me want to cry... cry because it was beautiful and cry because it didn't push through. I made a promise to myself that I'd spend a part of my life living in a magnificent white city. They also showed pictures of Manila back then and it was clean and beautiful land it looked like California and Europe combined.
In the museum basement where all the marvelous, impossibly intricate pre-colonial gold pieces were (it's amazing how women can LUST for jewelry. It's something men just don't understand), there were 3 white statues of women portraying the 3 stages of a woman's life: maiden, wife, and motherof wisdom. The middle statue, who's name was Dea, was shown emerging from a cocoon, with clipped wings on her back, and 4 sets of breasts, all symbolizing the woman breaking outof her role as nourisher and lifegiver in order to take on her final form as the wise woman. Although some probably find the statue grotesque, I found it utterly beautiful and moving. I am such a sucker for art, I swear.
Anyway, now that the comments link is working, fill 'er up people!!!!
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Tuesday, July 22, 2003
Our house now has wireless internet! It's so cool. I can walk around the house with my laptop and just stay connected the whole time! The wonders of wi-fi!
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Got this new book called Kokology. it was written by a a bunch of Japanese psychologists and it's a series of short psycho-personality tests. the twist is, they don't explain what each test is about until you reach the end of each one! and they all employ that role-playing "You are walking through a forest" type of format.
I took the first test which entailed imagining myself journeying through the desert on a camel and nearly dying of thirst. In the end, I found out that my outlook on ending relationships is full of despair and pessimism but always with a little ray of hope. That's so true. I always go through very dark, miserable periods after break-ups...but who doesnt right???
The book also presented me with a hypothetical situation where I am made to play for an orchestra, and I am made to choose between a violin, an upright bass, a flute, and a trumpet. I chose trumpet in my head before I even read the choices. It turns out that the hidden meaning of your choice of instrument is basically pertains to how you like to express those lovin' feelings to your mate. It said "your mouth is your strongest weapon in your arsenal whether it's about whispering sweet nothings into your loverboy's ear, or exploring them your my lips, you have all the characteristics of an oral personality!"
HAHAHAHA! what a crazy book. It's alot of fun though. I wish I had chosen to be a violin player though (figure it out for yourself).
I don't think I have an oral personality though... I mean I don't smoke and I don't bite my nails like what oral people are said to do.
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I have tried to attach the comments link or the guestbook link to my blog repeatedly and it still wont appear. what the #$@*?! aaaargh! If any of my friends are reading this, please help me. I have already signed up under enetation.com and they've given me a code and all, and I've inserted it into my template but it still refuses to appear!!! AAAAARGH!!!
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Monday, July 21, 2003
My OPM MYX writer Paul just texted me about my blog. May nagbabasa pala ng blog ko! And more importantly, it gets around (with the MYX staff at least). Yay.
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All through out college, me and my girlfriends were always attracted to the angsty, bad-boy, musician guy-types. Those long-haired, lost soul types that you'd never think about bringing home to your parents. Not all of us would seriously date one of course. We just liked to sigh and drool over them when one of their kind would pass us by in the hallway. We'd dream of long road trips with them in beaten up Ford Mustangs, rock and roll blaring from car speakers, lazily smoking a cigarette. We girls fantasized about living sensational lives as 70s rock groupies (a far cry from the good, and responsible girls we really are....ROIGHT!!!). When "The Banger Sisters" came out, we made it a point to watch it together at Jenn's house (with beer of course, para feel).
The funny thing is, some of us really did end up dating musicians (in my case, all my boyfriends have consistently been musicians... or at least some of them wish they were) and once during the usual casual chit chat on the bench we compiled a list of IMAGINARY pros and cons in dating different kinds of musicians. Here it is as follows:
VOCALISTS are good with the tongue and good at uh...oral activities (and are usually goodlooking and charismatic...but not always!). They TRY to have nice bodies so they can "nonchalantly" remove their shirt on stage mid-performance when they get too sweaty (but it's really to impress the chicks). They usually define the band and are the most popular member which means also that they have the biggest groupie following so forget a monogamous relationship.
GUITARISTS are good with the fingers!!! But then again they often have callousy hands (ouch). Often the second most popular to the vocalist, guitarists get their fair share of chicks too.
DRUMMERS have good rhythm!!! (I think Trina thought this one up... I'll bet she did). And they have long, hard sticks.
BASSISTS (I'll bet all of you were waiting for this one!) have quick strong hands! They are skilled at slapping...a bass.
DJs- also have quick hands (from Conrad), are smooth talkers, and will get you in free at clubs.
At bakit ka tumatawa? BASTOS!!!
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Saturday, July 19, 2003
Just had a 7 course Chinese dinner at Summer Palace, edsa Shangri La. As always after 7 course Chinese dinners I feel like I just downed a bucket of lard. It was heavenly though.
Mother Lily was celebrating her birthday in the room next to us and there was a bunch of showbiz royalty in there.
Aside from that, it was a boring day.
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I just found out that the Hotta Hotta guy's name, Jeddah Paolo, is a combination of the names "Jesus" and "Buddah" (hence "Jeddah", get it?). I thought of other possible combinations: "Buddsus", and "Jesddha"
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Thursday, July 17, 2003
My new favorite movie: Y Tu Mama Tambien
Makes you want to consume exotic substances and call your boyfriend over immediately.
Gael Garcia Bernal is my new teenage charolastra fantasy (although I'm really not a teenager anymore). Cute naughty smile, cute, greasy, boyish, haircut (that always drives me wild), and the cutest little butt (as opposed to Diego Luna who had no butt).Although Gael was really alot cuter at the Oscars when he wore that suit. He has that "not-a-boy-but- not-yet-really-a-man" appeal (to quote Brittney Spears...well, sort of) that I find rather hot. On the side, don't you just love the word "rather"? It can mean "a little" or "alot" depending on one's tone, but always manages to come off as inoffensive. A good subtitute for "rather" would be the word "quite".
ANYWAY, Trina and I once agreed that if in a completely hypothetical situation we both became teachers in universities and we wanted to have illicit affairs with one of our students in empty classrooms, the guy would have to look like Gael Garcia Bernal.
But seriously, the movie kicked butt. Great twists in the story, very witty and entertaining script, nice casting (yum), and really interesting camera work, great shots. This movie smolders with that unbridled sensuality that burns within during those adolescent years when we are still happy-go-lucky, yet undergoing our turbulent struggle for identity. The difference between this movie and and other coming-of-age films is that Y Tu Mama Tambien inspires in you the sweetness of life, and passion, and of guiltless pleasure.
I think I read somewhere that Cuaron said Mexico is a mirror of the adolescent struggle of Tenoch and Julio because Mexico is still in it's turbulent teenage years as a country (a keen observation).
Me, Trina, and Jenn agreed that what makes it amazing is that it falls under both the chickflick and the guy-movie genres.
And another thing about Y Tu Mama Tambien that really got me was that it was just so familiar. There are striking parallellisms between Mexico and the Philippines culturally, scenically and politically. And each pf the characters reminded us of someone we knew.
If you haven't seen it yet, be sure to watch it with:
a) your significant other OR
b) your naughtiest barkada members preferably of the same sex as you.
And do make sure you have a few beers with you while youre watching (or any other mind-altering substance you'd prefer).
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Wednesday, July 16, 2003
This post is a tribute to one of the greatest, most talented singers in the history of rock, Freddie Mercury. Although I know many people who are fans of his band Queen, it seems noone has been able to pinpoint just exactly where they were from. (Are they Amercian? British?) I found Mr. Mercury's biodata at freddiemercury.com. It's quite jaw dropping. for instance, did any of you know that Freddie Mercury was Persian?!?
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Farookh Bulsara (who wouldve ever thought that was his real name) was born of Persian parents, Bomi and Jer Bulsara, on Thursday, September 5, 1946 at the Government Hospital on the small spice island of Zanzibar, off the coast of Tanzania. His father, Bomi, was a civil servant, working as a High Court cashier for the British Government. At just one year old, Freddie had his first taste of fame when the local photographer took his picture and displayed it in his shop window - to be awarded first prize in a baby contest. At the age of five he started to attend the Zanzibar Missionary School, which was run by British nuns.
Mr. Bulsara's work meant he had to travel all over India, taking up different posts for various terms. In 1954, at the tender age of eight, Freddie was shipped off from the quiet tranquillity of life in Zanzibar to St. Peter's English boarding school in Panchgani, about fifty miles outside Bombay. It was there that friends began to call him Freddie, a name that the family also adopted.
Freddie was a good sportsman. He was also very bright academically and his artistic skills were incomparable. At the age of twelve he was awarded the school trophy as Junior All-rounder.
He was also music mad and played records on the family's old record player, stacking the singles to play constantly. The music he was able to get was mostly Indian, but some Western music was available. He would sing along to either and preferred music to school work.
During his time at St. Peter's he formed his first band, the Hectics. They played only within the school at fetes, parties and school dances. They were not allowed to venture outside for bookings. Freddie's choirboy training was useful and, even then, his inherent sense of theatrics was very much in evidence - he performed with flair and originality.The Great Pretender
In 1964, the Bulsara's uprooted from their life in Zanzibar due to political unrest and made their home in Feltham, Middlesex. In September 1966 Freddie enrolled in Ealing College of Art to pursue a graphic illustration course.
A fellow student at Ealing College was bass player Tim Staffell, with whom Freddie became good friends. Freddie, Tim and another art student, Nigel Foster, spent a lot of their spare time together as they all shared an interest in music. With the help of a couple of secondhand guitars and Freddie's voice, they managed to entertain themselves; Freddie was good at impersonations of Jimi Hendrix and would mime outrageously to his songs, using a ruler as a guitar. He and his two friends practiced three-part harmonies, perfecting the technique rather well in the college lavatories.
As Tim's and Freddie's friendship became closer, Tim took him along to Smile's rehearsals. Freddie got on famously with Brian and Roger and loved the sound that Smile had achieved; he also had immense admiration and respect for Brian's guitar-playing. Watching and listening to them made Freddie realized that he desperately wanted to be in a band himself; that early schoolboy exposure with the Hectics, however amateur, had given him a taste of the thrill of being on stage.
In the summer of 1969 Freddie was introduced to a Liverpool band called Ibex, who had come to London to try to make a name for themselves. Ibex were a three-piece, with guitarist Mike Bersin, John 'Tupp' Taylor on bass and Mick 'Miffer' Smith on drums. They also brought with them their apprentice manager, roadie and general dogsbody Ken Testi; part-time bass player Geoff Higgins used to travel down for occasional gigs. Geoff would play bass when
Tupp, a great Jethro Tull fan, wanted to play flute. Live gigs were always opened with their own rendition of 'Jailhouse Rock'. Freddie's stage act had vastly improved, although the other members of Ibex were a little embarrassed by his lively, camp movements and gestures. He was all over the place, such energy, but it wasn't done then!
In late 1969, after a typically flamboyant audition, Freddie became the lead singer with Sour Milk Sea. The band were to split just two months later. His determination to make something of himself as a performer was so strong that he found he couldn't be without a band for too long, and finally he formed his own band - Wreckage with Richard Thompson as drummer, Mike Bersin and Tupp Taylor from Ibex. A year later that too folded when Freddie, impatient for stardom, left the band.
Freddie remained friends with Smile - and when Tim Stafell left the band to try and make a name for himself with Humpy Bong - Freddie took over and joined forces with Brian and Roger.
Freddie tragically died on November 24th, 1991 at the age of 45, of AIDS related bronchial pneumonia.
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There's a new anti-PDA law on the Ateneo campus and I found out the hard way.
Since when does resting your head on someone's lap in a playful manner classify under PDA?!?!?!
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The time and date of my entries are all totally wrong! I think I'm following American time that's why all the dates are a day behind. How the heck do you fix it? I am so dumb when it comes to these things.
some advice would be a appreciated.
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My boyfriend now thinks I am a certified loser for owning a blog. He didn't say so directly but it was implied in the incredilous way he reacted: " Ha?! Bakit?! Kailan ka ba nag ka-interes sa ganyan?!". Needless to say, I am now less confident and even slightly embarrassed about this thing. Hmpf. Babasahin naman niya toh I bet. :-p Bahala siya. I will continue with this blog anyway.
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It's 10 am and I just came from my first two classes. The more I attend my theology class, the more I can't seem to stand Fr. Girodano's voice. He has this high, squeaky, whiny-in-a-Fred-Durst-way kind of voice, and he gets very passionate and starts yelling when he teaches. Its very distracting.
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I was downloading oldies from Kazaa the other day when I chanced upon "Chinese Oldies". I got curious so i downloaded "Jing Tian Bu Hui Jia". It sounds something like "Abba" or "The Mamas and the Papas" except it's sung in very, very high female voices and it's in Mandarin (I think). Weird.
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Speaking of new music, I have been ripping CDs from my fabulous MYX stylist, Bobby. He has some pretty interesting stuff, lots of music that was once popular but has been gone from the public's consciousness for awhile now, like Sinnead O' Connor and Madonna's "Immaculate Collection" (the best!!!). I just love "bading" music, I really do. and it's my latest trip with Bobby. Last time we were together we kept singing "Through the Fire" by Chaka Khan. I also ripped his "Rita Calypso" CD without knowing who she was and it's a pretty good album, nice background music for a quiet, sunny Sunday when you're in your room looking through photo albums, or driving up to Baguio.
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I just found out from my philosophy e-groups that I have a classmate named OSMOND! muwahahaha!!!
I shouldn't bash people on public online documents
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and lastly: crush ko si Dao Ming Shi aka "Jerry Yan". except he'd look better if he grew stubble and if his hair wasn't so immaculate.
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Tuesday, July 15, 2003
Good god, I can't believe I am attempting to start a blog for the millionth time. I'm so dumb when it comes to these things. But anyway, I am finally going to descend down to join the hordes oof blogger geeks (does that sound mean?). This step represents a new low for it onlly goes to show that:
1) I spend waaay too much time online browsing through threads on Pinoy Exchange about things I dont even really care about anyway.
2) Nino has finally succeeded in his mission to turn me into a techie, hence making me use this blog as an excuse to stay on my beloved i-book a little longer (wait till I get wireless internet! yahoo!)
3) I have reached a new level of narcissim, and need a new outlet to be able to talk about myself and my life.
But anyway, let's wing this.
I am here on my i-book wasting time posting on this instead of reading my theo handouts on liberation theology, or Dostoevski's "The Divine Inquisitor". Inquisitor is our latest Philo 103 reading and I must say that class is rather interesting even though I seriously despised my philo teacher on the 1st day of school because he had this shitty rule where going to the bathroom in the middle of class merits you a cut. Hasn't he ever heard of UTI?!?!
I think however that we have learned to get along and I find myself enjoying our discussions in class although I spend the first hour of the class trying to quell my urge to urinate (I have a small bladder). By the time the class ends at 9am, I dont feel the need to pee anymore which is supposed to be bad right? i mean, that's exactly how you get UTI, right?
But anyway, it's a good class and really makes me examine the state of my faith, whether my faith is really "belief" or mere "conviction". Basing the state of my faith on Marcel's "From Opinion to Faith", it indeed seems that my faith is belief and not conviction... I owe it to the "new age" in which my parents brought me up, wiith my dad always talking about the "universal god" as opposed to the Catholic God or the Jewish God or whatever, because you should never box God into one religion because we all pray to the same God anyway, and God is infinite bla, bla, bla.
I do not claim to know God, I do not claim to understand God, but i can claim to trust in God, that he knows what he's doing, that somewhere out there it all makes sense even though we'll never understand it, that every ordeal She puts us through is for our own purification. To plagiarize "Desiderata": "Whether or not it is clear to you, the universe is unfolding as it should".
What the hell am i saying anyway? this is only my first Blog entry and here I am getting all philosophical. I think I have a tendency to think philosophically because abstract thinking is my natural way of thinking. In fact, i think I lack rational skills. That's why i keep most of my thoughts to myself because people think I'm weird.
I had lunch at Chicken Bacolod with Trina today (damn, I miss that girl!) and as always the conversation was great. I totally connect with that girl. She just gets me like noone else does, all my weird abstract thoughts (and she's just as abstract as I am). Talking to her always just seems to get somewhere. It's her birthday soon, and I dont know what to get her. I had this really interesting dish called "Squisig" (squid sisig, get it?) and I ordered it just coz the name was so funny. It was really good.
My friend Conrad invited me to go jogging but I declined because I'd rather stay on my computer even though I know I really should exercise. I am the most unathletic person I know. I''m beginning to put on some pounds around my hips, but that just might be the "childbearing hips" that appear on all women once they reach their 20s. Funny it's like your body telling you to go have kids! I'm still skinny as a rail but at least I dont look anorexic anymore.
It's dinner time!
Who's going to read this? please post! or whatever you call it.
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