The Filipino translation for the word “beast” is halimaw. And halimaw is how I would describe the strength, depth and power of the singing voice of Morisette Amon during her participation in the recent Asian Song Festival held somewhere in South Korea.
This kind of a Filipina beast simply slayed it! This was such a phenomenal performance. Her pure talent is out of this world! And she looks absolutely gorgeous in that video!
What is so surprising with this number is that I was less impressed by her whistling capability. Maybe it’s because a number of good singers can do the whistle. I was more impressed and surprised by the unique squeaking sound that her voice makes. That is so rare and exclusively Morisette. That squeak would most probably be the most beautiful squeaking sound that I’ve ever heard.
In light of the National Day of Protest in my country, the beautiful Philippines! Let me post a photo which would represent my protest contribution. This photo is not mine and neither have I sought authorization from the owner. I just hope that the owner (musicorspaceshuttle.com) would be generous and kind to permit me in using this photo.
Look at the photo and imagine them lifeless. This is iWire Center in Moline Illinois in its full capacity at 9,200 people during a Pearl Jam rock concert in 2014.
The full capacity of iWire Center is actually even lesser by a couple of thousands as compared to the number of extra-judicial killings and summary executions that has occurred since the day President Duterte has run and governed my country. At present, human rights groups’ count stands at 13,000 casualties.
No to Extra-Judicial Killings. And i pray that it ends soon.
This is the face of the 17-year old boy whose last text message to his mother is a request for a bicycle who ironically according to the Justice Secretary possess Php 16,000 worth of shabu in his pocket on the time of his death.
This is the face of the 17-year old boy who was right-handed yet his body was found holding a gun in his left hand.
This is the face of the 17-year old boy whose dream is to become a policeman man someday yet it is the police who ended not only his dream but his young dear life.
This is the face of the 17-year old boy who represents the present type of sadistic justice system and brutal killings now rampant in my country.
This is the face of the 17-year old boy who according to the police retaliated but whose autopsy report says that the fatal gunshots were shot from behind his ear.
I am obviously outraged! And it is unfortunate that killings like this will continue until a new Philippine leader will be put in place. I just hope that something sane, and logical, and sensible and compassionate and judicious will come out from this tragic and terrible event. The shape, position and situation of Kian Delos Santos is the state of the Philippines today.
With the poor showing and popularity of my blog which I tweet every time I post a writing, I have admitted a long time ago that my blog has been a part of surplus of internet space. My tweets in particular are a waste of Tweeter space. It deserves a room inside a black hole at the edge of the universe.
But of all Tweets! From the mass and heaps of tweets about John Splithoff and his bouncy song Show Me, one of the tweets he happen to have liked was MINE!
And as soon as I was notified about Splithoff’s liking my tweet, I cartwheeled, I somersaulted and I raised my fist out into the air and shouted OMG! John Splithoff doesn’t know how elated I am when I saw the red-colored heart on my boring, flat and uninteresting Tweeter account.
Thanks John! I promise that my Spotify account will be on a repeat-single-song mode (if it has that) so as to listen to Show Me for the whole 30-minute duration of my treadmill walk at my gym tonight.
The Pride Month is over yet rainbow flags will never be folded and kept inside treasure trunks of the LGBT community. The waving of these colorful flags will continue to signify the unremitting fight for rights and equality.
This is of course except for the Chechen Republic which is the worst place to live for the members of the LGBT community. In that part of the globe, rainbow flags are kept in the innermost trunks and queer thoughts will forever be suppressed in the deepest annals of their soul.
Last weekend, I happen to bumped into an old YouTube video. After watching this fun and funny video, I wonder what the leader of Chechen Republic would feel after viewing it. Will he be beaming with smile and even laugh while watching such an innocent and harmless kids who happen to be gay? Or will he get so furious he will order his military troupes to fly nuclear missiles to the Philippines so as to eradicate these naïve and blameless kiddos? And if these kids were living in Chechnya, would he order that these happy minors be abducted and held captive in a gay concentration camps?
Aside from wondering what the Chechen Republic leader would feel, I am curious how the “free” kids of Chechnya enjoy being kids. Are they as unregimented and as diverse like the kids here in my country? Are they able to strut spontaneous moves the way kids here strut their stuff?
With all these incomprehensible questions, all I could think of is being glad that these kids are happy living in a free country like the Philippines! These cute kids may not be rich and powerful but they sashay away with happiness…
I’m a proud uncle I must say. Up until now I can’t seem to overcome the genial feeling at how the wedding ceremony and after-wedding-party of Alexis & Thatcher has turned out. All elements of a fun party was there. The wedding reception in particular was a well thought-off kind of a revelry.
The set-up was grand, the live music was impeccable and the host was entertaining! Elements of Alexis and Thatcher’s personalities were present in all corners of the venue, from geeky/techy toys and designs to youthful books and journals. I never realized that chic elegance and non-mainstream geeky-ness can jive well and would be such an exciting type of a wedding party concept.
Another impressive aspect of the party were the food and drinks. When I saw the menu, I immediately concluded that the line-up of these exciting dishes were well-scrutinized. The dinner was absolutely lovely!
I am not a wine connoisseur but my having three glasses of the red wine that night would signify how good the wine was. But the most impressive of all in terms of drinks was the serving of Johnnie Walker Blue Label. There was nothing geeky about it, but the serving of this rare Scottish whisky – a freakin’ bottle on every table – was sheer elegance!
But all these were topped by the dance number that Alexis and Thatcher has performed that night. My family knows that the couple (both seem to possess considerable levels of geeky-ness) shall be the last to dance in any of our family’s occasion. Seeing both strutting a swanky and ritzy dance number was such a treasure to behold. Alexis and Thatcher’s romantic dancing made me super cheery, my emotional equilibrium went berserk that it made me cry for joy.