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Monday, September 25, 2006
Live from Blues Alley
Broadway baby that I am, jazz has never been on my regular playlist. Well, maybe a bit of Ella now and then, but that would be it. A few years ago, however, Eva Cassidy changed all that. This amazing singer died much too young at age 33, strengthening my belief that it's not the number of days we live on earth that matters--but the number of people we touch and change for the better while we're here. I really can't explain it--how an artist's voice can be so pure that it can transport you to a place so deep inside, you probably didn't even know that such a place existed. I can only conclude that music's true artistry lies far beyond one's instrument. When you sing the blues, baby, you just gotta have soul...

You've Changed

What A Wonderful World
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Monday, September 18, 2006
Lunch Date
Lunch with Rony and Lana! Missed these two so much, you have no idea. I've accepted the fact that things will never be like they used to be--when rehearsing and doing shows together were fixtures in our lives, where pooling our barya together for food was a too common occurence (giving the term "starving artists" a whole new meaning!), where we had a blast simply jamming backstage, or hanging out at a mall or at one of our favorite hotel rooms. But its great to know we can always continue where we left off in these preciously few moments we do have together now. I love it that although we've pursued very different paths, music will always be there to bind us, the language of theater, and a host of shared stories (gossip is more like it!), memories and adventures. The saga will continue no matter what, guys!

At our fave resto. . .famous for its yummy Bibingka Souffle. . .
C2 Classic Filipino Cuisine.

Same trio up close!

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6 Birthdays
A postscript to Rein's birthday celebration, which he shared with FIVE other members of the Nuyda family! Yey, Rein is now truly a full-fledged Nuyda! Hehe. Just like last year, he enjoyed top billing once again on the dainty cake (hahaha, well, there are two girls in that group). Yes, my hubby is loved by my family, but the truth is, he gets top billing because he is the first of the bunch to have a birthday, which is on the 7th. Tatos is on the 10th, Kenny and Bianca on the 11th, Nikki on the 12th, and Juancho on the 20th!

The cake all lit up for six!

The candle-blowers:
Little Juancho squirming in his Ate Bianca's arms, Nikki (half hidden),
, Tats and Rein!

My birthday boy opening his presents...

Another cake, this time just for him, from Peachy, Allan, Nicky and Keira!

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Saturday, September 16, 2006
Shameless Swipe Saturday
This isn't my first Shameless Swipe entry, and it certainly won't be my last! Found this too funny not to share with all the poor souls in the blogging world who have never visited Pond Perspective. . . aww, you know who you are--the both of you! Hehe.

The Washington Post's Mensa Invitational once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition. Here are the winners:

1. Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.
2. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.
3. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.
4. Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.
5. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.
6. Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.
7. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.
8. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.
9. Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.
10. Osteopornosis: A degenerate's disease. (This one got extra credit.)
11. Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.
12. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.
13. Glibido: All talk and no action.
14. Dopeler effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
15. Arachnoleptic fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.
16. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.
17. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you're eating.
And the pick of the literature:
18. Ignoranus: A person who's both stupid and is an asshole.

(Dunno about you, but # 7 has always been in my vocabulary! Hehe. Hey Peach, I'm guessing you're the one that sent in # 15...)
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Thursday, September 07, 2006
A Rein-y Day

to my Hunny Bunny hubby,

Hey, look at the sun
It's finally shining on my life
And it's all because of you. . .

I love you, hon. . .thanks for coming into my life. May God bless you today and grant you all the desires of your heart.
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Wednesday, September 06, 2006
A Shower of Stars
Surprise baby shower for best bud Peachy and soon-to-be-born Keira was a resounding success! Didn't think I'd be able to pull it off, as my preggy pal is not one to believe in flimsy stories of suspicious detours to friends' houses. But with the cooperation of the hubbies--Rein and Allan--we had her believe that she was part of a secret conspiracy in honor of Rein's birthday. Instead, she found herself entering a trap--a house covered in wall-to-wall baby shower decor of pink and yellow flowers and stars, a table laden with pastel-colored finger food and an elaborate "star baby" cake, a clothesline full of pink and yellow baby items, and finally, a roomful of well-wishers.

The second-time mom opens her gifts!

The expectant parents are all smiles.

Rein, Peachy and I under the clothesline.

Patty, Niña, Bianca, Me-an, Gigi, Peachy, Miren, and me!

The spectacular Star Baby cake!

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If Only
Rony posted this song on his blog, and I just fell in love with it. It's from the soundtrack album of the coming Little Mermaid musical. As if the 1988 animated Disney film wasn't captivating enough! Notice a few strains from Part of Your World weaved into the music. I'm posting the lyrics here as well, to show how earnestly our two protagonists' thoughts fly between them. We've all been there, haven't we? That hopefulness, in spite of the odds. That frustration, when we can't seem to get the words out. In Ariel's case, it's a little more difficult--as she's lost the voice that won the prince's heart, and now must win him back even without it. Prince Eric's words are in blue, and Ariel's are in orange (like her hair). . .

If Only (The Little Mermaid)

Are you feeling better now? You're sure...
You're not going to faint again, are you?
Maybe you have no idea what I'm talking about...
If only you could know
The things I long to say
There's a lot more to you than meets the eye,
isn't there?
If only I could tell you
What I wish I could convey
You know how sometimes you meet someone. . .
everything changes, just like that?
It's in my every glance
My heart's an open book
Suddenly the world comes together. . .
you know what you've been missing all your life. . .
You'd see it all at once if only you would look.
. . .that's happened to me. You see I met this girl and. . .
her voice was---

I'm sorry, I shouldn't be bothering you
with all this. . .

I really enjoyed our talk.

Sleep well. . .

If only you could glimpse
The feeling that I feel
If only you would notice
What I'm dying to reveal
The dreams I can't declare
The needs I can't deny
You'd understand them all
If only you would try

All my secrets, you would learn them
All my longings, you'd return them
All my shackles, they'd be broken
Not a word would need be spoken

What is it about her that's so wonderfully, impossibly familiar?
Why do I feel dizzy in a way I've only felt but once before?
How come when she looks at me, it seems like time stops moving?
Almost like the way it did that day upon the shore. . .
But that voice. . .but that voice. . .where's that voice. . .

If only it were true
If only for a while
If only you would notice
How I ache behind my smile
I guess you never will
I guess it doesn't show
But if I never find a way to tell you so
Oh, what I would give if only you could know. . .

Memories fade
Strange how they blur
But when she calls to me. . .
I'll know it's her.

If only. . .
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