happy days are here again/ get happy

i thoroughly enjoyed last night’s glee duets episode. there were less gimmicks, no guest stars, no pop icons (britney spears, madonna etc).  then again, the songs are big on pop references. the glee stars channeled heavy names like julie andrews, tina turner, elton john, judy garland and ms barbara streisand.

more on the latter two, it would probably be unnecessary for lea michelle to sing again at the end of the episode but she and chris colfer did such an amazing job on “happy days are here again/ get happy” i had to post the vid. take note the image of the only available vid of this clip is flipped (lea michelle is really on the left and chris colfer on the right).

and here’s the original barbara streisand and judy garland

lea michelle’s fantastic singing streisand’s songs (dont rain on my parade, papa can you hear me). in fact, she’s prepped up to star in funny girl if the production gets off the ground (source). chris colfer’s version of “le jazz hot” is julie-lite but still fabulous. i loved naya and amber’s take on tina turner’s “river deep mountain high.” and of course dianna and new member chord overstreet’s “lucky” is indeed charming. im not sure but i think this is my first glee post. ive been watching since the trailer unveiled 2 years ago and im a huge fan. i wonder if finn will sing “gethsemane?” or charice tackle fame’s “out here on my own.” i wish i wish.


lea salonga on les mis

i love lea salonga. she has proven to age appropriately well, starting as annie when she was a kid and debuting on the world’s stage as kim in miss saigon when she was 17. then she tackled unrequited love embodied as eponine in the 10th anniversary concert of les miserables, where she drew raves and was often regaled as the best eponine ever.

eventually she got invited to perform as fantine on broadway when she matured and was also featured in the 25th anniversary concert.

and i guess it would be really (extremely) funny if she got called back on the 40th anniversary to sing as madame thernadier

i do hope not! haha


love never dies

i cant sleep! ive been up since 6am yesterday, went off to a shoot and got home at 6am today. but it’s already 8.30 and not counting me dozing off in the service, i really havent slept yet. by that i am distracted so much by music this morning. which do you prefer?

sierra boggess’ version as christine on the cast recording?

katherine jenkins’ classical take?

or dame kiri te kanawa’s previously recorded version formerly known as “the heart is slow to learn” (and later tweaked to be “love never dies”)

is it A, B, or C? text your answers to 2366 if you are a globe subscriber, 2699 if youre on smart. and of course i am kidding.

art & design, interior design

japanese rooms and emptiness

this is a repost!  interesting view of the japanese on empty space and how similar the transformation of a room corresponds to our own pinoy sensibilities on fluidity and flexibility of spaces in the bahay kubo setup. the argument is trivial (it’s almost the same banana) but i respect the idea.

Posted by hipstomp | 30 Sep 2010


I received an interesting note in response to yesterday’s post about living with a traditional Japanese futon. The author of the note, Ko Nakatsu, took exception to my oversimplified blog-ready description of why futons are folded and put away, and wanted to set the record straight in greater detail (which should be of great interest to architects and designers of environments):

The futon’s fold-away function is not [just] for “freeing up useable square footage in a space-tight country”. That notion is merely a benefit from the true meaning and original philosophy of a futon. The true reason for the fold-and-store-away function is so that you can create an “empty space”.By creating an empty-space, it allows for limitless potential of reasons for the room’s existence. It could become a tea room, dinner room, bedroom, entertainment room… the empty room creates “potential” to be any room. Traditional rooms in Japan (which are becoming rare) often have nothing that is permanent, even the “walls” or fusuma, slide away to create a larger expansive empty-space. The people, wall, furniture, and artwork, enter and then leave the room, to return it to empty-space, full of potential….

This philosophy can often be seen in many parts of the country, from objects to culture, to even an international company like Muji (“Mu” meaning “empty” or “absence” with a hint of “tranquility” and “potential”. That would be the closest translation in English. )

Nakatsu then provided a link to the following video of designer Kenya Hara (you probably know Hara’s work from Muji or Haptic) giving a presentation at Google headquarters on “the meaning of Mu, or emptiness…. He doesn’t talk about the futon exactly but that object still embodies the philosophies of Japan that he talks about.”

(Warning for those of you at work: The vid is nearly an hour.)

laundry therapy, musings

laundry therapy in session

doing the laundry now. ive always said that laundry to me is therapeutic. water, the sound of the machine, the order you go through your whites and coloreds, the cleansing process. like my pastor reading the books of psalms as a mantra, i go through my dirty linen seeking enlightenment and clean sheets at the end process.

i later learned im almost out of soap. that means ill have to limit my wash load today to 3-4 batches only. that covers my whites, my blacks and greys for shoot, jeans and underwear. im currently liking a grey scheme for my wardrobe. black is staple, but grey is my new blue.

carlo is making stewed roasted pork in vinegar and garlic (read: lechon paksiw). as hungry as i am, the smell of paksiw with my laundry is not good. i wouldnt want my v-necks smelling of leftover fiesta fare.  i should stop until the cooking is done.  enlightenment would have to wait.


saturdays 100210

it’s been a very slow, quiet saturday. i opened my eyes and it was still raining this morning. perfect bed weather, i said to myself. and to fully appreciate this bed weather, i went right back to sleep. lovely

woke up again hours later. the sun was out but the day remained cool. pogi tried rousing me up and seeking a hug. i stayed in bed for another few hours before dragging myself downstairs because i was thinking i had to eat already. it was already 2pm. carlo is now reheating leftover from last night’s meal we shared with gian.

my sister forwarded the sound clip to amelie’s waltz from the film’s soundtrack. listening to the piano strains elicited images of parisian streets, wallpaper and garden gnomes, perfectly framing my day’s mood. falling autumn leaves would have sealed the deal but there are no trees in sight.

carlo’s finished reheating the food. will eat now. pogi is at my feet chewing on a piece of rawhide we got him yesterday. life is grand. cheers to you all and hope you have a great weekend 🙂