of backstage and the applause

My blog entry yesterday reminded me of why I still liked Neil Patrick Harris. He is hilarious as Barney in How I Met Your Mother and his Tony Awards performances are lovely to watch. This clip of NPH’s performance during the 2013 Tony Awards made me miss theater so much.

I came across a video of Philip Quast (Javert in Les Miserables) explaining his process of singing Javert’s suicide; it’s not so much about the technique of singing, but it’s about the motivations behind the words he was singing. He said he likes acting not because of the live audience but because he likes the rehearsals more, the process of building something, uncovering a character, understanding the motivations and interactions. He doesn’t believe in playing characters but rather the roles are not characters because they are you, they are a part of you. I completely understood what he was trying to explain.

Apart from writing, music and theater were my passions growing up. In elementary, I joined singing contests and whatever contest that involved the stage (soliloquies, poetry out loud, etc). In high school, I was a member of the Speech and Dramatics Club and joined whatever stage plays our school had. I did that until college. I was supposed to be part of the ensemble of my theater group that performed at the Cultural Center of the Philippines (I think it was for two weeks) during a national theater festival but I had to back out because I was doing my undergrad thesis. I also auditioned for the local production of the musical Lean, just for lark, to see if I could make it. And I did; I was shortlisted to go through the second round. I didn’t pursue it because I was finishing my thesis (yeah, thesis does suspend your life) and I wasn’t really keen on the local production itself (not the material, the libretto is great). Good thing I didn’t go for it because the production turned out to be a mess.

What I miss about theater, as Philip Quast said, were the rehearsals–the build up. I was terrified of being in front of audiences actually. I have a terrible stage fright. For me theater is 70% about the rehearsals. Whenever we have closed the curtains for good, I would feel a pang and it would hit me that there would no longer be rehearsals to go to after classes.

There was a time when I was running around so much because I had theater, I played football, and I had an active social life. I had to give up football when I couldn’t fit everything as school demanded more of my time.

Fast-forward, when I was already working in Manila, I would try to watch musicals and straight plays if 1) I had the time and 2) I can afford it. That became less frequent when I had the girls.

Sometimes I dream about being in theater again, being in some production.

I dream about so many things that I miss…

Smaller world

Taking shelter from the rain. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

5000 new cases yesterday, the highest since August. This is why they try to curtail movement again. That’s the only thing this brainless government knows how to do. No comprehensive vaccine program, no useful contact-tracing program where our records are not stolen by scammers, no nothing. It’s like being in Myanmar right now.

It’s kinda like being on a semi-lockdown again on the anniversary of the COVID-19 lockdown. I can’t explain what I’m feeling right now because I am trying to suppress any strong emotion these days. The closest thing I can say is I’ve given up hope that we will be ok.

UP Diliman started banning joggers and bikers again until further notice. My daughters and I tried cycling along University Ave but it rained. We had to go back and just bought Korean ice cream from Seoul Meat on the way home to make them feel better.

Finishing their “dirty” ice cream near Mang Larry’s during our exercise last week, before UP campus had shut down. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I couldn’t bring them elsewhere to have our exercise. Police had set up checkpoints at the border of QC and Rizal so we can’t go to Angono or Binangonan for biking. I guess that would be the same case everywhere. No more going home to Laguna this Holy Week. I can’t have my Laguna biking trip. I wonder if we can still go to Anilao a week after that. I booked Blue Ribbon resort for four days before cases started spiking.

Circumstances are really forcing me to live inside my head again. I want to scream. I want to cry but I’m tired of crying. Been crying for exactly three months now. I’m stuck. In my room. The worst place to be stuck because I shared this room with him for two years. I couldn’t move houses because at the moment it’s better to be in this location since it’s near UP. My brain needs the openness of my university, figuratively and literally. It’s also convenient to have supermarkets within walking distance when you are trying to avoid people.

I want to be in Japan right now. To be in Gifu and Ishikawa. Once this madness is all over, that’s where I will be.

Clingy

Kimchi and Sushi munching on catnip before testing their new scratchpad. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

My cats are clingy for cats. They’re not normal. They always–as in always–want to be near me. When I work, they insist that they should be with me in my room. At night they wouldn’t want to leave me; they wait at my door and grab the chance to sneak in when it cracks open. And when I get up from my chair, they will follow me to the door assuming that I would be getting out of the room.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Sushi demands to be petted. If she couldn’t get it from me, she goes down to the girls and asks for it. Kimchi, on the other hand, becomes a spidercat and climbs the window screens just because she can.

Kimchi sunning herself

They make a lot of mess. They require work and money (vet visits!). They’re my fur babies. And because they’re clingy, I could not go anywhere this Chinese New Year weekend since I cannot leave them without human supervision or else they would tear this house apart. That’s what pets do when they feel like they’re abandoned by their humans. I planned to go to Caliraya Lake in Cavinti, Laguna to bike and have new views but the scheduling might be tricky with my maids going off on Saturday.

Lake Caliraya. Photo by Carl James from Flickr. Found in www.vigattintourism.com

The alternative is to go to East Ridge in Binangonan and bike around there so I will be back by evening.

Until my cats complete their vaccines, I don’t want to risk bringing them out on walks with a leash or bringing them out on trips. Plus cats aren’t really fond of trips like dogs–at least the cats that we’ve had since I was a kid aren’t that adventurous.

I want to get away. So I can forget.

Amnesia

I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted
I thought about our last kiss
How it felt, the way tasted
And even though your friends tell me your doin’ fine.

Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he’s right beside you
When he says those words that hurt
You, do you read the ones I wrote you?
Sometimes I start to wonder
Was it just a lie?
If what we had was real
How could you be fine?
‘Cause I’m not fine at all

I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the makeup runnin’ down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them
Like every single wish we ever made.

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape
‘Cause I’m not fine at all

The pictures that you sent me
They’re still livin’ in my phone
I admit I like to see them
I’ll admit I feel alone
And all my friend keep asking why you’re not around.

It hurts to know your happy,
Yeah it hurts that you’ve moved on
It’s hard to hear your name when I haven’t seen you in so long
It’s like we never happened,
What is just a lie?
If what we had was real,
Gow could you be fine?
‘Cause I’m not fine at all

I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the makeup runnin’ down your face
And the dreams you left behind,
You didn’t need them,
Like every-single wish we ever made

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape

If today I woke up with you right beside me
Like all of this was just some twisted dream
I’d hold you closer than I ever did before
And you’d never slip away
You’d never hear me say

I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the makeup runnin’ down your face
And the dreams you left behind, you didn’t need them
Like every-single wish we ever made

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way if felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape
‘Cause I’m not fine at all

I’m really not fine at all

Tell me this is just a dream
I’m really not fine at all

Wrong direction

I don’t hate you
No, I couldn’t if I wanted to
I just hate all the hurt that you put me through
And that I blame myself for letting you
Did you know I already knew?

Couldn’t even see you through the smoke
Looking back I probably should have known
But I just wanted to believe that you were out sleeping alone

Loved me with your worst intentions
Didn’t even stop to question
Everytime you burned me down
Don’t know how for a moment it felt like heaven

Loved me with your worst intentions
Painted us a happy ending
Everytime you burned me down
Don’t know how for a moment it felt like heaven

And it’s so gut wrenching
Falling in the wrong direction

On my tiptoes
But I still couldn’t reach your ego
Guess I was crazy to give you my body, my mind
Don’t know what I was thinking till now

Everyone thinks that you’re somebody else
You even convinced yourself

Couldn’t even see you through the smoke
Looking back I probably should have known
But I just wanted to believe that you were out sleeping alone

Loved me with your worst intentions
Didn’t even stop to question
Everytime you burned me down
Don’t know how for a moment it felt like heaven

Loved me with your worst intentions
Painted us a happy ending
Everytime you burned me down
Don’t know how for a moment it felt like heaven

And it’s so gut wrenching
Falling in the wrong direction

How did you sweep me right off my feet?
Baby I can’t keep falling in the wrong direction
How did you sweep me right off my feet? Right off my feet

Couldn’t even see you through the smoke
Looking back I probably should have known
But I just wanted to believe that you were out sleeping alone

Loved me with your worst intentions
Didn’t even stop to question
Everytime you burned me down
Don’t know how for a moment it felt like heaven

Loved me with your worst intentions
Painted us a happy ending
Everytime you burned me down
Don’t know how for a moment it felt like heaven

And it’s so gut wrenching
Falling in the wrong direction

Joy

Yoyoka is happiness in a tiny box. She made me smile even though there’s little to smile about these days. I never knew cowbells could drive the cobwebs away. Look at/hear her triple bass. She is John Bonham incarnate. And look at the joy while she plays. She was just 8 years old here. ❤️❤️❤️

And my 9-year-old couldn’t even keep her desk neat and orderly.🤦🏻‍♀️

I tried introducing my girls to rock through Cranberries but it hasn’t caught on yet. They do not like it that much when I play P.O.D. and Breaking Benjamin in the car. But there’s still hope. Slowly, Nirvana and Rage Against The Machine will make their way in.

And as for Yoyoka, continue loving Led Zep and Nirvana. The world needs you. Her family is sooo cool as well! Look at her mom rock out to Rage Against the Machine, with her aunt playing the bass. During quarantine.

I am saved again by music. Thank God for music.

The saddest song in the world

There’s a reason why this song has been rerecorded over and over: Because this is the saddest song ever written. Originally sung by Bonnie Raitt in 1991 and then sung live by George Michael on MTV Unplugged. As one Youtube commenter said,

This reaches a place (where) strangers are not allowed. Thank you for giving me a place to grieve.

And if the imagery in this song ever happened to you in real life, this song is like a knife twisting in your chest, killing your heart a hundred times. The painful part is you are still alive and you have to endure this gaping wound in your chest for the rest of your life. It doesn’t go away; you just learn to live with the dull ache through time. I never felt this kind of pain since my father died 15 years ago. Until now.

Turn down the lights
Turn down the bed
Turn down these voices inside my head
Lay down with me
Tell me no lies
Just hold me close, don’t patronize
Don’t patronize me
‘Cause I can’t make you love me if you don’t
You can’t make your heart feel something it won’t
Here in the dark, in these final hours
I will lay down my heart and I’ll feel the power
But you won’t, no you won’t
‘Cause I can’t make you love me, if you don’t
I’ll close my eyes, then I won’t see
The love you don’t feel when you’re holding me
Morning will come and I’ll do what’s right
Just give me till then to give up this fight
And I will give up this fight
‘Cause I can’t make you love me if you don’t
You can’t make your heart feel something it won’t
Here in the dark, in these final hours
I will lay down my heart and I’ll feel the power
But you won’t, no you won’t
‘Cause I can’t make you love me, if you don’t