“The day I was born I was born free and that is my Privilege.”

All About Ely, Marcus, Raimund, and Buddy

“Di ka Pinoy kapag wala ka dito!” yelled an e-heads aficionado on TV.

Kung bakit ba kasi wala ako dun! :C

Salamat sa artist at may E-heads PSP wallpaper na din ako! Yehey! Original image resized to 480 by 272 at http://www.resizeyourimage.com. 😀

Got this from a colleague, videos not from their recently concluded reunion concert but from their 1997 concert in the U.S.

— Forever would be fine.  Fine, fine time. —

— When you see it coming around, you just shake your head and walk away. —

The other 13 parts are here:  http://www.youtube.com/profile_videos?user=schizo102

The Wit of Hugh Laurie
August 17, 2008, 3:51 pm
Filed under: All That Jazz!, Liriko, Tabloid | Tags: , , ,

Bad day, my mother was bitten by a dog who was boasted by my father’s friend, the great man, blessed he be, as having a pit bull terrier on the top of its genealogy tree. She got two puncture wounds on her right hand, and we are set to visit the animal bite center tomorrow morning.

So, enough of the ferocity of our “domesticated” dog. He soon will be out of the moat, I guess, after what happened. Soon enough “domesticated” hyenas and vultures will feast with a bowl of Azucena, much to their pleasure, accompanied by a dirty bottle of gin. It’s a cruel fact, though, it is still a possibility. And I better be busy composing a song in a far prairie if that happens.

I cannot get off of my head the lyrics of I Miss You, so I planned of viewing Incubus’s video of that in YouTube or any video featuring that song as, quoting Kylie, and I say it again, I can’t get that out of my head. I was enthralled by the sincerity of that song, still not ignoring the fact the voice who sang that. And I could tell now if a man would sing that to me, he sure is a good archer, better than cupid.

“Cupid isn’t stupid, oh, no, that rascal is clever because we happen to be his greatest match up ever.” Just recalled that line from a hallmark that I got. <Ismayl>

So on the net, I went on I Miss You, then I got Blink I82’s song with the same title. And without much thinking, I typed in House M.D. for the reason that, I may say, triggered by the word “miss” in the song titles I came up with the sentence “I miss the acerbic Dr. Gregory House.” Hugh Laurie was the next on my query followed by Inside the Actors Studio on which he guested, and then lastly clips of A Bit of Fry and Laurie.

Here is Mystery, performed and composed by Hugh Laurie:

I could never imagine him performing a rap song, but here he is with Stephen Fry. “Laughter” is written in caps now for me, almost spelled out.

Noam Chomsky, it’s history you said the sentence “Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.” but Stephen Fry got his fair share of the “Tricky Linguistics.”

“Hold the news reader’s nose squarely, waiter, or friendly milk will come to mend my trousers.”

I guess I could construct my own and make it a Haiku.

Now, I just remember, earlier I crave for Ramen.

You witty Laurie, I like thee. 😀

My Idea of Love Songs
August 13, 2008, 2:13 pm
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We all have something that digs at us,
at least we dig each other.
So when weakness turns my ego up,

I know you’ll count on the me from yesterday.

If I turn into another,
dig me up from under what is covering
the better part of me.
Sing this song.
Remind me that we’ll always have each other
when everything else is gone.



A thousand words have tried to say,
but yours are the ones that’ll never fade away. And I
cannot hide from their sound;
I am mesmerized spinning round and round. And
some other hearts have tried to steal mine,
but yours is the one that I now hold dear.
I’ll do what it takes to keep you here.
I’m a selfish fool and I have no fear.

Suddenly in my life
There’s something that’s got me mystified. And I
cannot fight it but I can try
to keep the wonder of it alive.


But if all of these dreams might find their way
into my day-to-day scene,
I’ll be under the impression
I was somewhere in between
with only two,
just me and you,
not so many things we got to do
Or places we got to be.
We’ll sit beneath the mango tree now.

Yeah, it’s always better when we’re together.
Mmmm, we’re somewhere in between together.
Well, it’s always better when we’re together.
Yeah, it’s always better when we’re together.



Nothing you can know that isn’t known.
Nothing you can see that isn’t shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be.
It’s easy.

All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

Oh yeah!
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah.
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah.



I’m stuck on you.
I’ve been a fool too long, I guess it’s time for me to come home.
Boy, I’m on my way.
It’s so hard to see
that a man like you could wait around for a woman like me.
Boy, I’m on my way, mighty glad you stayed.

Girl, I’m leaving on that midnight train tomorrow
and I know just where I’m going.
I’ve packed up my troubles and I’ve thrown them all away.
‘Cause this time I’m leavin’,
I’m coming home to stay.



I‘m quiet, you know.
You make a first impression.
I’ve found I’m scared to know I’m always on your mind.

Even the best fall down sometimes.
Even the stars refuse to shine.
Out of the back you fall in time.
I somehow find
you and I collide



To see you when I wake up
is a gift I didn’t think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
is a threefold, utopian dream.

You do something to me that I can’t explain.
So would I be out of line if I said,
I miss you.
I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days, but already I’m wasting away.
I know I’ll see you again
whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care
and I miss you.



You’re a part-time lover and a full-time friend.
The monkey on your back is the latest trend.
I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else


If I was a flower growing wild and free,
all I’d want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and green,
all I’d want is you to shade me and be my leaves.

If you were a wink, I’d be a nod.
If you were a seed, well I’d be a pod.
If you were the floor, I’d wanna be the rug.
And if you were a kiss, I know I’d be a hug.



No one else comes close to you.
No one makes me feel the way you do.
You’re so special boy to me,
and you’ll always be eternally.
Every time I hold you near,
you always say the words I love to hear.
Boy, with just a touch you can do so much.
No one else comes close.



Nostalgia in the black-and-white panoramas
July 25, 2008, 11:24 am
Filed under: Familia, Liriko, Tabloid

The cats were on the newspapers again, tearing all the papers including the edge of all the photo albums placed beside them. Gnaw and then reach for the other cat’s tail then gnaw again to release its frustration for not being able to bite hard on that tail. I managed to place them outside after running back and forth from our sala, reaching for them under a disarray of computer wires, to the kitchen while they attempt to hide under a leg of the dining chair. After that hoo-ha, I arranged the mess that they have created. I picked up the loose newspapers, then I reached for the blue album with a “Close to You” poem and a picture of a couple with a labrador in its cover. The poem goes like this: Close to you/ I will always stay close to you. /Though, you are far away/ You’ll always be near. It’s quite great of a poem, right? in Dr. Gregory House’s tone.  If this is a song, I won’t sing it even if it tops the chart.  <Sigh> I remember this photo album as one of the elementary graduation gifts I received for being an honorable mention together with a set of dessert glasses among others. I was really thankful for the gifts, but do you have a rag doll there instead, please?
I opened to see what pictures lurk in there, and I found old black-and-white photos of relatives that I have not known, my young mother with her friends, my grandparents, my cousins. Some of those photos have dedications written on their back. One would say, “Dearest Cousin, This is a simple remembrance when I was three years old.” While the other one dated 12-12-72 would state, “Take this picture as a remembrance during our capping ceremony.” It’s a 35-year-old photo, a story well-preserved.

Lucy in Across the Universe believes that its mere narcissism to have children, for a mother to cuddle her newborn child and then say, oh,

she got my eyes, so adorable, but these children’s mothers wouldn’t agree with her view.

There are photos of weddings, of Santacruzans, of beauty pageants and of christenings. The oldest is the December 8, 1954 photo of a burial — a grieving family all dressed in black with their deceased loved one in an open casket — which I dare not post here.

“Date, Happiness” “Everdearest Luz, When you go to Zamboanga with a beautiful Americana,

don’t forget a simple Pilipina, *Cresensia ti nagan na.” “Never 2 4-get, Esing.”

“Dearest Kumareng Luz, May you keep this as a simple remembrance from us. Your kumare, Conching.”

Of friends: “Darling Luz, Remember dear and bear in mind that faithful friends are hard to find.

If you find someone that is true, don’t change the old for the sake of the new.”

And this is a photo of my mother and her confidant in their ol’ boarding house. I simply like it. 😀

And now, the old, blue photo album finds its value storing these epic panoramas.

* Written in Ilocano, its translation is, Cresencia ang pangalan niya.

“Dream is Destiny.”
July 19, 2008, 8:42 am
Filed under: Backdrop, Liriko, Uncategorized

It slipped off my mind that we will see Ann play her last BPOlympics basketball match later this afternoon at the Meralco theater. Ayreen just texted me last night through my brother’s phone, which, by the way, my brother jokingly told me to read a message in his phone on a gesture of putting the phone in front of my face. How lovely of my brother! When we last met, Ann requested us to see her last game, Be there and take a picture of me playing. Come on, it’s my last game. I’ve invited you to watch me play since my first match and you never came, I remember her ranting to that effect.

The game is scheduled at past 6:00. My other friends are killing time somewhere while waiting for us to meet at the Galleria. I spent the earlier part of this day watching Across the Universe, a musical film by Julie Taymor. I’ve heard about it from a friend. Intrigued, I downloaded it .AVI. I’ve loved musicals, musical films, after I watched RENT, and I dream of being in the ensemble of RENT and singing SEASONS OF LOVE with all my heart. One great scene is La Vie Boheme and I like Angel and Collins’ rendition of I’ll Cover You.

With Across the Universe, it came to mind that song interpretation differs by context. As an example, Beatles’ I Want You Bad was used to depict Uncle Sam’s persuasion of his men to serve his country by being a part of the support force in Vietnam as well as to show Sadie and her partner’s affection toward each other. Another would be Sturgess’ and Anderson’s Strawberry Fields, now, I think of love and war hearing that song.

Fifteen minutes and I am off here.

Last Cinemanila, I’ve seen Julie Delpy’s self-produced, self-written film, Duox Jours A Paris, with an English title of Two Days in Paris, which she starred opposite Adam Goldberg and her real-life parents, as far as I remember. I like Delpy in Before Sunrise, Before Sunset opposite Ethan Hawke, but I guess reading its script would be far better than watching the film. Seeing her in Duox Jours A Paris made me like Delpy more as an actress.

It’s interesting to see her again acting her role in Richard Linklater’s, her director for Before Sunrise, Before Sunset, Waking Life. It’s my first time to see it, though it’s a 2001 Linklater film. I searched for its script and I think it’s one film worth watching. Utorrent, work fast… please. 🙂

Here is an excerpt:


(Main character walks through the airport and telephones his friend – 322.0031. There’s a girl there, and he sees her.)

Hey man, it’s me. Um, I just got back into town. I thought maybe I could bum a ride off you or something, but that’s cool. I could probably just take a cab, something like that. Um — Yeah, I guess I’ll hang out with you later, something like that.


(A boat car drives up in front of the airport)

Ahoy there matey! You in for the long haul? You need a little hitch in your get-along, a little lift on down the line?

Oh, um, yeah, actually, I was waiting for a cab or something, but if you want to …

All right. Don’t miss the boat.

(He gets in.) Hey, thanks.

Not a problem. Anchors aweigh!

So what do you think of my little vessel? She’s what we call “see-worthy.” S-E-E. See with your eyes. I feel like my transport should be an extension of my personality. Voila. And this? This is like my little window to the world, and every minute it’s a different show. Now, I may not understand it. I may not even necessarily agree with it. But I’ll tell you what, I accept it and just sort of glide along. You want to keep things on an even keel I guess is what I’m saying. You want to go with the flow. The sea refuses no river. The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving. Saves on introductions and good-byes. The ride does not require an explanation. Just occupants. That’s where you guys come in. It’s like you come onto this planet with a crayon box. Now, you may get the 8-pack, you may get the 16-pack. But it’s all in what you do with the crayons, the colors that you’re given. And don’t worry about drawing within the lines or coloring outside the lines. I say color outside the lines. You know what I mean? Color right off the page. Don’t box me in. We’re in motion to the ocean. We are not landlocked, I’ll tell ya that. So where do you want out?

Uh, who, me? Am I first? Um, I don’t know. Really, anywhere is fine.

Well, just — just give me an address or something, okay?

Uh —

(The guy sitting next to him in the back seat speaks up) Tell you what, go up three more streets, take a right, go two more blocks, drop this guy off on the next corner.

Where’s that?

Well I don’t know either, but it’s somewhere, and it’s going to determine the course of the rest of your life. All ashore that’s going ashore. Ha ha ha ha ha. Toot, toot.


Now, I’m late.

Another excerpt from the same site:

(Two kids — a girl and a boy — playing a game of “frog”)

Um, pick a color.

B-L-U-E. Pick a number.


1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Pick one more number.


1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15. Pick another number.


Okay. “Dream is destiny.”


I was so frantic when Kat told me about the reunion concert of ERASERHEADS! They are scheduled of their one-night only performance on the 30th of August at the CCP Grounds. I am so excited and I just cannot hide it. <JUMPS> I heard the ticket is for free. You just have to register, and that I still need to find out how.

Here are videos of Ely Buendia performing ERASERHEADS songs on his concert in Australia. A former officemate of mine, who is also a ERASERHEADS fan, kindly shared me this YouTube link: http://youtube.com/profile_videos?user=StayDefiant&p=r

And here is the Poorman’s Grave Video:

Bits and pieces of ERASERHEADS history.

“It was in 1989 when four college students from the University of the Philippines decided to merge and form a new group. Bassist Buddy Zabala and guitarist Marcus Adoro of the band Curfew hooked up with guitarist Ely Buendia and drummer Raimund Marasigan of Sunday School with the intention of playing music inside the campus during programs and events.”

“We form a band so we could attract girls sa campus. Hindi kasi kami marunong mag-basketball kaya banda na lang.” <Ely, Buddy, Marcus, Raimund.>

“One particular song that stood out among the earliest materials was the song titled “Pare Ko”—a straightforward ditty about spurned love, laced with obscenities and street-smart lyrics.”

“Ayaw kong kontrahin, e. Ayaw kong pag-isipan. Masyado pang ano, kumbaga, naaalala ko nang lumabas ‘yung Ultra” Ely’s comment on Julie Tearjerky’s success at the Singapore and Indonesian music charts.

“One of the main reasons I decided to help the band record the now legendary Pop-U! was that in the event that they never got a recording contract, I wanted it to serve as permanent proof of the creativity of their youth.” An interview with Robin Rivera, a UP professor who helped the band on its startup years.

“Label reps said the record was not pop enough and unsuited for the airwaves. Upset but still upbeat, the band sarcastically named their demo record Pop-U! as mock response to the “not-pop-enough” comments.”

“And that’s what the ERASERHEADS came to offer. Aside from the straightforward lyrics and catchy tunes, the image of Ely, Buddy, Marcus and Raimund wearing t-shirts, jeans and sneakers held the young listeners captive. With the band’s ruggedness and irreverent attitude, the ERASERHEADS was a breath of fresh air in the midst of well-groomed balladeers and suave crooners. The ERASERHEADS tackled the usual adolescent concerns in their music—campus life, unreciprocated love, friendships, vices and other mundane subjects—with tongue-in-cheek lyrics.”

For the full article, enter on this URL: http://www.gmanews.tv/story/84666/PEPs-Eraserheads-saga-The-making-and-unmaking-of-a-rock-n-roll-dream

And now I say, Mabuhay ang Musikang Pilipino! ROCK ON! 😀

I wonder how.. I wonder why…
July 14, 2008, 12:27 pm
Filed under: All That Jazz!, Liriko | Tags: , ,

First, I planned to let mi madre watch Christian the Lion story on YouTube as it is a very touching story.

Then all I know I was watching Lion Sleeps Tonight animation. Funny.

And then now, I am going crazy with this Lemon Tree Animation. Subtitles included, madame. I sent it to a friend to cheer her up. Here it is:

And I dance and dance as I sing, I’m turning my head up and down, I’m turning turning turning turning around and all that I can see is just another lemon tree.. And I wonder.. I wonder..

Oh, no, my brother is watching.. 😀