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Name: Rony Location: Hong Kong My life is a musical and I love applause... if even just from the both of you.
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Some People's Lives
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Friday, July 10, 2009
By James Baldwin Some days worry Some days glad Some days more than make you mad Some days, some days more than shine When you see whats coming on down the line Some days you say "oh not me never" Some days you say "bless God forever" Some days you say "curse God and die" And the day comes when you wrestle with that lie Some days tussle And some days groan And some days dont even leave a bone Some days you hustle all alone I dont know sister What I'm saying Nor do no man, if he don't be praying I know that love is the only answer And the tightrope walker the only dancer When the lover come off the rope today The net which holds him is how we pray and not to gods unknown but to each other the falling mortal is our brother. Some days leave Some days grieve Some days you almost don't believe Some days believe you Some days don't Some days believe you And you won't Some days weary Some days mad Some days more than make you glad Some days, some days more than shine Witnesses coming on down the line Witnesses coming on down the line. rhapsody [
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Wednesday, July 08, 2009
A conversation today really got me bothered. It was all about "how can we be throwing all this fuss over Michael Jackson's funeral?", "after what he did..." and "...this funeral is all about people making money." Even the poignant farewell of Paris was viewed as something staged, and with an agenda. Seriously? WIth the news going on and on since the day he died about all his "issues", how can anyone think that by paying a huge tribute to him for a day is "forgetting what he did". How disturbing that we live in a world where someone can do SO MUCH for the human race and still have people say, "yup, not enough". But how about that memorial? I'll admit, I didn't stay up like the rest of the world, cause I knew it'd be played over and over the next day. I love how CNN broke it all down into viewable chips. Then Star World and MTV and Channel V all replayed it. Brooke Shields. Holy Moly. Not only does she look INCREDIBLE, her eulogy was so moving... "what's up with the glove?" Usher. Kinda wished he didn't sing directly to the coffin. But nonetheless, beautiful. Smile though your heart is breaking. Innocent until proven guilty. Amen. Paris. Her moment was heartbreaking... and I just had to think, "wow, she's turning around and hugging JANET JACKSON!!!" We Are the World.... So yeah, flaws and all, I can't help but believe he deserved this beautiful tribute. Every inch of it. Every air minute. Every police car. Every song. Every ticket. Every single tear that fell in that hour, all over the world. He deserves "the fuss". Cause if a guy like that doesn't deserve it, why should we even try doing good? rhapsody [
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Wednesday, June 24, 2009
If God told me ten years ago, as I was diligently studying for the accountancy board exam, that I needed to build an ark to save the world, I wouldn't have believed Him. Then again, if ten years ago, God told me that one day I'd be in Hong Kong and life would have nothing to do with the exam I was reviewing for at that moment, I wouldn't have believed Him either. (Can YOU believe 10 years ago, I was taking review classes from 7 am to 6 pm!!)  Funny how a lot more weight and a little less hair can make a huge difference. The year was 2004, still my favorite year to date. Bluerep's Merrily We Roll Along, Footloose ;-) And Atlantis' BABY, where I met Lea! I also wrote a Heinz ketchup jingle that year. And of course, Trumpet's "Noah's Big Boat" where I got to work with Gary V. and Bito. It was the Bible story told as a children's musical with puppets. My first time to write a musical, let alone have something of mine sung by the likes of these two. But someone believed in me, believed in it, and 5 years later, we go from this at the Music Museum: to this at Meralco: Clearly, the target audience has widened. It's slated for September this year with live singers instead of puppets. Theater veterans Carlo Orosa and Sheila Francisco will play Noah and Mrs. Noah. The new show will have a bigger set by Mio Infante and a couple more songs by yours truly. Am very excited. And Meralco! I got to MD my first professional musical in there! Wild! Like Oprah came in and said, "YOU get a musical, YOU get a musical, YOU get a musical.. you ALL get musicals!" So who would've known this would be my ark. Music is my ark. That maybe 10 years ago, God did say to leave the safe, accounting world I knew, and trust Him on this one. And maybe, without knowing it, I believed Him. So this is me, trusting Him and leaving my ark in the world. ;-) N.O.A.H. auditions: July 8, 10AM - 2PM REGISTRATION ENDS AT 12:00 NOON Venue: TRUMPETS CENTER for the Performing Arts 5th floor, STI College Global City Building Fort Bonifacio (across Market Market and Victory). Please prepare: 1) resume 2) photo (headshot) 3) minus one for song (CD or mp3) 4) wear proper attire for dance Contact person: Leah Reyes Company Manager 0927-7931076 rhapsody [
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Sunday, June 21, 2009
Back in the 5th grade, I had a friend named Ryu. We were pretty good friends until we had a fight. About what, I don't recall. But what followed was a series of cruel name calling, teasing, him gluing my locker shut, stuffing garlic in my locker, etc. I didn't do much to fight back, I was far less confrontational back then - I was 12! Eventually it died out and we just stopped talking to one another. He moved country 3 years later and I never heard from him again.Until 2 weeks ago. One fine Sunday afternoon, I get a message via Facebook. From a Ryu Suzuki. The Ryu I knew was a Ryu Onda, so it took a while for it to register. And the subject? "I'm very sorry". What followed was a 7 paragraph letter about this recurring urge to find me, write me, and apologize. Talk about unexpected - this was 20 years ago! But clearly, he had carried this guilt for a very long time. He said he'd understand if I deleted the email and never wanted to talk to him ever again. Wow. Hello Sunday. It took me a day to reply. Truth is, it was 20 years ago and if I carried that angst with me today, there'd be something seriously wrong with me. I told him not to be so hard on himself and that being a kid is explanation enough. That I didn't want him to carry any guilt whatsoever over childhood, childish pranks. Nobody should carry that 20 years later. Childhood is tough. Especially at a western school like ISM. Though it took a while, I was eventually able to let go of being called a fag, a loser, a geek growing up. Sticks and stones really. If anything, it pushed me to prove the bullies wrong. It could've gone the other way, I could've been a traumatized, self-pitying adult. But what would be the point in that? So yeah, people change. One lady I had totally written off (she didn't know) is suddenly really nice to me now. While I have my suspicions, I'm gonna believe that she's not the same person she was 6 years ago. Heck, I'm not! People change. Another lady I had written off (she knew) has tried to get in touch with me a couple times. Maybe she's changed. But I haven't enough. So that door stays shut. People change. One day, you're growing up with someone. Then you realize that they've turned into someone completely new. Someone you don't understand anymore. And sometimes the only way to deal, is to write them off. So yeah, people change. The Ryu Onda I knew no longer existed. Ryu Suzuki, his mother's maiden name as his parents divorced when he was young, thus the anger, is this new guy who I can't wait to get to reconnect with. An old, new friend. And it's great. That closure can happen. Even if it is 20 years later. rhapsody [
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Friday, June 19, 2009
Left home to go to work this morning. Thought I looked pretty good and fresh. Newly ironed shirt and pants. Had my morning tea. The weather wasn't as hot as yesterday. *smile* Entered the elevator to go to the second floor of the building where my office is. I am joined by a colleague in the elevator. Her first words, "Wow, you look tired. You okay?" I immediately came up with an excuse why I apparently looked like crap on this fine morning. Why do I bother? rhapsody [
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Saturday, June 13, 2009
Do you wake up in the morning and need help to lift your head? Do you read obituaries and feel jealous of the dead? It's like living on a cliffside not knowing when you'll dive. Do you know, do you know what it's like to die alive? When the world that once had color fades to white and gray and black. When tomorrow terrifies you, but you'll die if you look back. You don't know. I know you don't know. You say that you're hurting, it sure doesn't show. You don't know. You tell me let go. And you may say so, but I say you don't know. The sensation that you're screaming, but you never make a sound. Or the feeling that you're falling, but you never hit the ground. It just keeps on rushing at you day by day by day by day. You don't know, you don't know what it's like to live that way. Like a refugee, a fugitive, forever on the run. If it gets me it will kill me, but I don't know what I've done. You don't know...
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Friday, April 17, 2009
A friend posted this on her facebook account. I really like it, cause I've been there... There are people who are constantly negative—and they suck your energy dry. Believe me, after talking with them, you feel as though the sky is darker, the world is uglier, and life is more miserable than ever. Whiners complain about everything. The heat. The cold. The boss. The money. The government. On and on and on. It never stops. Whiners are bad, but invalidators are worse. Invalidators are whiners too, but instead of just criticizing the world, they specialize in criticizing you. When you mention a plan, a dream, or an original idea, you’ll hear an invalidator say, “You? Do that?” He’ll roll up his eyes, shake his head, and smirk. These pompous know-it-alls believe they know you and your future more than God. Before an invalidator, you’ll always remain small. Size up the invalidator’s “friends”, and you’ll discover other “small” people who bow down to his majesty. Whiners will steal away your joy. Invalidators will steal away your dreams. If you don’t watch out, they’ll infect you with their virus and you’ll become a professional cynic like them. Whiners and invalidators are losers. If your friends are losers, get a new set of friends. I’m not saying that you dump them. God wants you to love them. But you don’t have to hangout with them. Instead, hangout with people who respect you. And people who inspire you. And people who put their energies to build up rather than destroy. And people of life and beauty and love. * Bo Sanchez | |||||||||||||
