Thursday, March 31, 2005
I know I'm not American, but...
...I watch American Idol anyway. Since I'm on a roll with these irrelevant-to-my-personal-life blog posts, I thought, "hey, why not give my two cents on the show in my blog?"
Besides, after hearing Constantine Maroulis' beautiful rendition of "I Can't Make You Love Me" (I was totally moved by that one. Click here to listen, but forgive the grainy quality, I recorded it from the TV using my mp3 player), I could not just say nothing. So here we go:
- I'm rooting for Bo Bice and, of course, Constantine Maroulis to win. I think it'd be pretty cool to have a rocker win this competition for once. These two bring something new and refreshingly different to the show, and besides, I am so sick of the bubblegum-pop bimbos *cough-cough-Kelly-Clarkson-cough-cough* that are presently ruling the charts. Do I favor one over the other? I've loved all of Bo's performances, "Time In A Bottle" and "Spinning Wheel" being my favorites. Plus he's mighty handsome (my, do I love that sexy drawl of his). Constantine, on the other hand, has only one song that I really love, and that's "I Can't Make You Love Me." I liked "You've Made Me So Very Happy," too (although not as much), but I absolutely hated "I Think I Love You." He's also an extreeeeemely good-looking guy in my opinion (those dark, piercing eyes make me melt!). To conclude, I like them both equally, but only time will tell if I'll feel the same way in the future.
- Anthony Fedorov is pretty good, too, in my opinion, although he's not very consistent in his performances. I loved his performance on Billboard Number 1's night ("I Knew You Were Waiting For Me"), but he did horribly yesterday on 90's night ("Something About The Way You Look Tonight"). Anthony's got great potential, though. And another thing: he ought to keep the glasses on. He's cute with 'em glasses ^_^
- A lot of people were peeved when Mario Vasquez quit, but I'm glad that it resorted in bringing back Nikko Smith---he has got such a kick-ass voice!
- I seriously want Nadia Turner OUT of the competition, pronto. Looking at that disgusting face makes me want to hurl my bulky Skechers shoe at the TV (and with the horrible mohawk from two weeks ago, I want to throw my TV out the window). And no, I don't like her voice either.
- Vonzell Solomon is just not charismatic enough for me to like, despite the fact that she has the best voice among the female contestants. Her version of The Emotions' "Best of My Love" was awesome, though.
- I like Anwar Robinson's voice, but he has a serious problem with song selection. He ought to pick something better this time around, or he's as good as gone.
- I'm not sorry that Jessica Sierra was booted out. In my opinion, she's just a Carrie Underwood #2 (although I like Jessica better than Carrie). Speaking of which...
- I HATE Carrie Underwood!!! It absolutely kills me that Simon Cowell praises her so. Makes me want to hit him on the head with a blunt object such as a piano leg...with the piano attached. Honestly, she's just another Kelly Clarkson/LeAnn Rimes/Faith Hill/Mandy Moore/Britney Spears/Jessica Simpson/[insert name of any wannabe pop princess here]. Sure she has a decent voice, but please, people, SHE'S NOTHING SPECIAL.
- In terms of talent, Scott Savol is a'ight, but for fuck's sake, THAT BLANK EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE NEVER CHANGES. You can have the best voice in the world, but without a winning personality (and without any facial expressions at all), you'll go nowhere.
- You know, I actually miss Mikalah Gordon. Even though her voice wasn't the best there, at least she wasn't forgettable (unlike Jessica Sierra) and she wasn't another boring, run-of-the-mill pop-country singer (unlike CARRIE F'ING UNDERWOOD).
- I can't remember the name of the first girl who was out of the Top 12, and quite frankly, I don't care. Not only is she forgettable---she's already forgotten!
- Top Three Cuties on AI? 1) Anthony Fedorov (dorky but cute---just the way I like 'em!), 2) Constantine Maroulis (can you say "hot"?), 3) Bo Bice (like one of the signs in the audience said, "He's Bo-licious!" ^_^).
Anyway, that's all for now. [a la Ryan Seacrest] JC, out!
Monday, March 28, 2005
...So what if he's gay?
(current blog theme: Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. Isn't it fabulous?)
Just recently in an exchange via e-mail I had shared with Jiano (a schoolmate) this little piece of information about yours truly (to explain my humongous collection of Usuki dolls and plushies):
"I have a weak spot for cute things."
Well, I've gone weak again...and this time, it ain't over any plushie or doll. ^_~
His name is Jai Rodriguez (second to the left in my blog's main photo), and yes, folks, he's my flavor of the month. Despite the fact that he's homosexual (doesn't make him any less cute, right?). Hey, can I help it if my heart starts beating triple-time whenever he appears on the boob tube? Could I help but go nuts upon finding out that he's an established Broadway actor (I love Broadway!), plus an excellent singer and dancer (I love to do both, too!)?
Okay fine, the fangirly squealing above isn't really the point of posting...I just needed a good reason to post some drool-worthy Jai pics. Nyahaha.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Summer. Yay. *phfft*
There was this one chapter in the book Noli Me Tangere entitled "A Good Day Is Foretold by the Morning."
And if that's true, I'm in for the shittiest summer of my life, because things could not have gotten off to a worse start.
I spent the first seven days of my vacation fucking sick with influenza and bronchitis, and let me tell you, it was NOT pretty. The extent of it?
- Last Tuesday at around 10:20 pm, I was in bed trying to sleep when I started coughing violently. I rushed to the bathroom because the phlegm stuck in my throat made it difficult for me to breathe, and instead of coughing out the phlegm, I end up puking my guts out. Like, [cough-cough-BLEEARGH!]. And you know what's worse? Vomit came out of my nose, too! You ever had vomit come out your nose? WELL, IT FREAKING SUCKS! After that violent episode, I stood there staring into the toilet bowl at everything I'd had for dinner (in the form of orangey goop). The rest of it was caught in my hair.
- I cried watching an episode of Outback Jack. Outback Jack, folks! What normal person would shed tears watching a reality tv series?!?
- Said during 3.16.05: "thanks to my current illness (influenza), I can't speak (if I attempted to, it would feel like there were a zillion razor blades flying around in my throat), I can taste the blood in my mouth when I cough, my eyes are burning, my head aches, I can barely walk, I'm having difficulty breathing, every second makes me wish I were dead and no fucking way am I going to school. "
- At one point I was so ill I couldn't even get out of bed. I had to resort to banging on the wall behind me until my mom unlocked my bedroom door and saw me lying there totally immobile.
- The fact that I was sick was made apparent by my appearance: my eyes were bloodshot, my face was drained of whatever color it once had, and my hair was totally disheveled.
- My prayers changed throughout the duration of the illness. At first it was "Dear God, let me get better soon," then a couple of days later it was "Dear God, please stop the pain," and finally, "Dear God, why am I not dead yet?!?"
Oh, I'm better now, don't worry, but until my colds are gone, I can't begin voice lessons. My first days of influenza-free summer have been spent doing...whee, nothing. It's boring and it's freaking hot in here. Plus, the house is a mess, and my room is even messier. I have some unfinished business left at school, and then the scary thought of having to lead my entire batch next year is enough to send my stress level right through the roof.
I feel like Tarsilo (of Noli Me Tangere) when he was being hung upside-down above the well that they would drown him in. "If you are Christians, if you have hearts, lower me quickly or do it so my head hits the wall and it kills me." I, too, wish someone would just put me out of my misery. Summer does NOT look like it's going to be any fun from where I'm standing.
