Tried and Tested Thesis Today

Oh, for the love of alliterations. The title is an alliteration, my favorite form of poetry. I think the photo pretty much says it all: video worked, we're satisfied, it feels surreal.

But She Said No, No, No

We all tried to make her go to rehab, but she said nothing else but: no, no, no.

I'm all excited, watching the Philippine (football team) Azkals vie for a spot for the next FIFA World Cup. As I always do, I tweet my every reaction and observation. And then I saw a number of tweets with "Amy Winehouse" and "RIP" in the same Twitter entry. So I look up if it's true because I just can't ignore how my heart is breaking, and it's true!

CLICK TO RISK HEARTBREAK ABOUT AMY'S DEATH.

(Not much details here, yet. It's just the first entry I saw about the death on Google.)

I can't deny that I never saw this coming. What with all the to-and-from-rehab headlines and forgetting-the-lyrics-to-her-own-songs-at-concerts episodes, we all knew she'd go early. I just didn't think she'd die at 27 years of age. I think she saw her death coming, though. Her recent forgot-the-words episodes during her Euro-tour concerts are evidence enough that she's been using and abusing way too much.

Oh, God. My heart can't stop crying. I was washing the dishes earlier and the last song that my iPod played was Valerie, come on. Oh, Amy. So young! Her death broke my heart but she will be forever in it, as soon as it's fixed.

Your music will live on forever, love!

Stefanoverload!

I can't get over it. I think it's the raging hormones, or I'd like to think so. I really hope it's just the hormones that's making me act like this; all hyperactive and crazy. I really hope so because otherwise, there's something seriously wrong with me now. Haha.

So I decided to just make an entry entirely about Stefano Langone, American Idol Season 10 contestant. His eyes, his lips, his voice... His everything... Come on, can I not go gaga over him? No, I can't. I go gaga each time he performs on stage. No, make it almost every time I lay my eyes on him! Haha, okay, OA na.

So here are some of my favorite performances of Stefano:

Lately - First time I heard it, I thought, "Whoa. Brave thing to do with the arrangement." It seems odd but looking at what kind of performer her is, we all know it works for him! ;)

If You Don't Know Me By Now - He sings with so much soul and passion that I bleed. No, not literally. Haha. *SIGH* I really, really, really, really (as in ever ever ever ever haha) would like to know Stefano by now. Haha.

Hello - Yes, baby boy. It's you I'm looking for. Haha!

Tiny Dancer - Voice range, amen.

Closer - THIS. IS. THE. PART. WHERE. I. BREAK. AWAY. FROM. ALL. SANITY. Y U SO FINE, MAN? I will come closer and I will marry you. Haha!

Oh, look at that, almost every performance is my favorite. Hahaha. Steffanoverload stops now. Bzzzt.

On a different note, Casey Abrams has something that belongs to me when he did Harder to Breathe: MY HEART. Haha! Not only because he did it so well and so fun and sexy and entertaining all at the same time but also because it's a Maroon 5 song (and you have to know I am head over heels in love with Maroon 5) and Casey didn't murder it; he owned it! Oh and that kiss? Tsk. You sneaky boy, you. *smug* Haha!

It's gonna suck big time if Stefano leaves tonight. I love him no matter what. Haha, okay, enough with my fangirliness.

My Tiny Contribution

In the previous entry, I had this spiel about taking on the world as the stage instead of the other way around. That's in the light of me being a "student-artist" because of my affiliation with my organization in the University. In simple words, I dedicate my leadership for social awareness and change. My generic but sincere life goal: MAKE A CHANGE. Regardless of size and intensity, make a change. I know that it's not a student-artist's priority in life, but as a leader, I believe that it's one of the most essential things one must value. After all, what value is there in one's craft if sense and sensibility does not go beyond that?

Before I get too deep and philosophical (if I ever do haha), I think it's about time that I start my tiny contribution for my society, and maybe, if I'm lucky, to the world at large.

[Okay, this just in. I can't find that video file that Meryl and I did for our WRIMULT (Writing for Multimedia) final project. This is so frustrating. I've been searching for it in my hard drive for more than an hour now. I might just have to give up... For now. I'll replace the video as soon as I get the file from Meryl. *SIGH*]

Disclaimer: This is a project for class and isn't meant to be distributed for public use. The use of "La Mesa Ecopark" and "A Project of ABS-CBN Foundation" are copyrighted (or something like that) and I am fully aware of that. Again, it's for a project. And in my degree program, Organizational Communication, we usually just assume a client organization that we're communicating for. (Isn't my course just the best! :D) Besides, I'll take this down as soon as I find the right file, and of course, edit out the copyright infringing part. :)

Happy Hiatus

I'm getting quite used to these hiatuses. It's really nice, you know? Although I still panic whenever I'm actually not doing anything or whenever I'm trying to not get stressed, I have to say, It's very therapeutic. Holy Week this year was definitely less "holy" than the last few years because I don't know why, so to speak. My family still did the tradition, though: did the Way of the Cross, but not Visita Iglesia; stayed home and didn't bathe because it's Good Friday; things like that. Yeah, about the not-bathing thing, don't ask. I've no idea why I comply but it's what my late maternal Lola always ordered us to do. Haha. Hit me up in the comments if you know why, okay? Enlighten me!

I expected to do tons of school work and all that, but I never came around to even thinking about school. Or work, ehem. I slept, pigged out, bonded with my folks, played a lot of games, watched DVDs, doodled, la la la. I felt like a kid again. Everything was so carefree. I wish everyday was carefree.

Holy Wednesday: Meryl and I shot our video PSA about water conservation at Bonifacio High Street with Gabe, my brother, as our talent.

Maundy Thursday: The family did the Way of the Cross and attended the Washing of the Feet at the National Shrine of the Sacred Heart, San Antonio Village, Makati.

Good Friday: I was a total bum. I grew roots on the couch, yo.

Black Saturday: Why is is called such? Enlighten me. I know there's Google but I'm just so lazy. Heehee. I went to the longest mass of the year: Easter Vigil Mass. How long? Try two and a half hours?
So today is Easter Sunday; new life, new start for believers of the risen Christ all over the world. HAPPY EASTER, EVERYBODY! :)