i got you babes

i feel so happy. so invincible. all my worries are so far away. and i forgot about the million things i still have to do tonight. all this because i took the bus to work (one of my least favorite things) and was forced to watch you got me during the trip.

i don’t really go for sam milby. zanjoe marudo is even worse and toni gonzaga is only marginally better. the script needs more work and the story is far out at times. but somehow, the movie left a big impression on me. for today, at least, policeman kevin became the perfect man. i envied moe’s close relationship with her dad. the whole swat ops angle is a bit incredible, especially the role of kevin the i.t. guy in the team. but then, pinoy films are sometimes so unreal that i’m thinking it’s intentional.

maybe it was the closet (or not) romantic in me. maybe it’s the same as going around book sale kiosks and trying to find that romance paperback that will melt my heart – when i’ve got a thousand others collecting dust back at home. romance is associated with cheesiness, just like clichés. but much like clichés getting overused because they are truth, the universal truth is that romance is such a big part of our lives. no matter how tacky it gets.

you do it to yourself... you and no one else

the things we do for friendship.

still on wedding playlist mode... i can't seem to concentrate on my report for this saturday, for which i've done nothing. so i'm taking some wise guy's advice, and try to accomplish something else so it wouldn't be a distraction. not that it's a bother (hi ness!), it's just that i'm too excited and anxious about the result. and because i needed a bit of tweaking for one of the songs, i have asked around for audio editing software and got the audacity software for free. but that's enough audio tweaking for the day. i'm sleepy. as always.

so, three days till report day. i am so not ready to eat soap (nyehehehe) in class again, though it really is most likely. oh well.

songs for the week:

carrie underwood, i'll stand by you. all right, i was teary-eyed when this clip was played on american idol. and yes, i also did not like her at all, until this song. i have lots of respect for the pretenders, and i think this version does justice to the song.

mark ronson (feat. phantom planet), just. just found this guy on douglas' multiply page, and i picked this one to try out because i was curious -- someone actually covered radiohead, and from my favorite album too. i was sooooo not disappointed. when i get to school i'm going to download the rest, i was that impressed. (post title comes from the chorus of this song.)

nowhere to go but up

almost two months into my comeback bid, i am yet to finalize my topic for strama. these two months have proven that choosing my subject for the paper is not the easiest part. i encountered a whole gamut of problems on this portion alone -- either the business was not suitable for my purpose, important data is almost impossible to get, or i got vetoed. even as i tried to compensate with my class performance, i despaired of ever getting past this hurdle. hopes of graduating this term -- or graduating at all -- were slowly floating away.

i must have done something right, because things are finally looking up.

now that i've almost clinched my topic, the real work begins. all this time wasted on waiting is going to haunt me in the next months. but i'm starting to feel positive -- like our prof said we should be feeling right now. i just hope that i still have it when i'm overwhelmed and going crazy with worry.

leaving yesterday behind

i received a text message today from my high school friend nex. she had finished with her compre exams and will be graduating with her masters in... community development? i keep forgetting. (geez. what a great friend i am.) only two years ago, we were both suffering anxiety over our respective graduation requirements: her thesis and my strama paper. now, everyone in our group who went into graduate school has earned their degree or diploma, except me. how ironic.

what a bummer

just got word last week that blog city's free blogging service is on its last legs. so this is the start of my nine-month migration to blogger, my next-oldest blog. just as well, i think i will need those nine months knowing how quick i act on these things.

i'm naturally a sentimental person, and i refused to give up blog city because it was my first ever blog (now over 3 years old), even after i put up 3 more. but i also refuse to pay for something i can get elsewhere for free. maybe i would for something else more important, but not a blog. it's just as well i've become fascinated with multiply, so i won't be missing much what i've already done to my old blog. and i'm really enjoying the cross-posting feature... though there seemed to be some bugs i needed to fix with some entries.

so i guess starting today my blogspot will see much more action than it has in the last few years.

the art of seduction

best buddy mike is a treasure trove of information. and mp3s. here's the result of this useless-yet-insightful thing he sent to me over email today.


as it is, i can't believe i'm that naive. scratch that; i can. i am so naive it's just incredible.

feelin' groovy

i'm almost finished with ripping all the cds here at home for all the love songs they contain... i don't want to touch another jewel case until i need to, so i'm taking a break. not that i mind being landed with this big job of compiling a wedding playlist, but even audiophiles like me suffer from overload.

ai6! never thought i would be following it as closely as rockstar, but there are a few good folks in there. my personal tastes run to blake and gina (who just got axed - boohoo), but i kinda liked jordin too -- she reminded me a lot of jordis from rockstar:inxs. so anyway, thanks to dj i've got a few new mp3s to share with my officemates. hehehe. my favorites from the finals so far: dont get around much anymore (chris richardson), all mixed up (blake).

out of all the songs i ripped this week, this is the prize: simon and garfunkel, the 59th street bridge song (feelin' groovy)

i'm a stitch away from making it, and a scar away from falling apart

does lack of sleep really make people do crazy things?

for the first time in like... ever, i took on the challenge to be embarrassed for certain. in class, in front of 20-plus people.

last night i was supposed to submit my assignment, i was very scatterbrained through the whole thing and passed it incomplete. so what else is new? and since my group was unlike any other group i belonged to in my three years in grad school, we didn't even prepare anything for our presentation today. because i was first to arrive in class i decided to cover some bases and started putting my submission on powerpoint. like duh, i still haven't recovered from lack of sleep due to inefficient brain activity but i had to pull off magic tricks. then to my eternal good fortune, our group was called first.

to say that i bombed was not an exaggeration. but i kinda expected it, knowing the shoddy (i picked up this word from my friend today) work i had done. what possessed me to even volunteer was unclear, much like understanding why people jump off cliffs or down a can of pesticide. strangely, though, i almost enjoyed the criticism heaped on my logic and obvious lack of preparation. i knew i was in for it, but i didn't care and the little voice in my head was saying, "bring it on!" and until now, i'm more worried about disappointing my prof than being put through a wringer.

ok, here's my cue for shutting off my laptop for a whole day. strama is going to have to take the back seat for now.

last song syndrome: fall out boy, [after] life of the party

pop! goes my heart

i remember the first time i passed the billboard at slex, on my way home. immediately i whipped out my mobile and sent a message to my friend nessy, telling her about this new movie with hugh grant and drew barrymore in it... and i forgot the title. eventually, the more i thought about it, the lower my expectations got. still reeling from the disappointment of two weeks' notice, i was determined not to put too much stock on music and lyrics having a seemingly unique plot (80's has-been, anyone?) and two acknowledged romantic comedy mainstays.

fate conspired to let me watch the movie today, alone as usual. my good luck even extended to the ticket booth, where the sales lady allowed me to get the ticket though i was 5 pesos short -- on the other hand, it's their fault for not having change for 500 bucks -- which i didn't forget to give back. so, i lugged my mocha latte and planted myself on one of the back row aisle seats, and got ready to be underwhelmed (but laugh at appropriate intervals).

i'm not really good at writing reviews and i'm too impatient to get into the kind of detail a well-thought-of review requires, so here's what i think off the bat. as usual, hugh grant and drew barrymore prove their mettle as romantic leads. not as spectacular as the chemistry in notting hill and 50 first dates, but at least they made me believe they're who they were supposed to be in the movie. well, except for the pre-recording party where drew wore this amazing white patterned coat over a cute black dress... i'm not sure even now that sophie is more bohemian like most of drew's characters, but the outfit really stood out. the supporting cast was ok, not too many people to get confused about, and haley bennet is probably headed for stardom. the plot is so-so. one review quipped that the romantic development wasn't so convincing, and i agree. maybe the movie got too short to properly take us through the nuances of the love story. much like a fountains of wayne song.

speaking of, i come to my favorite part, which is the soundtrack. the review i read before seeing the movie especially took note of the soundtrack kind of holding the movie together. yes, the one mostly written by fountains of wayne's adam schlesinger (to refresh: they were the ones behind stacy's mom). what i didn't know was that adam is also the one behind that catchy song by the wonders. i truly enjoyed the songs featured in the movie, like the cheesy 80's hit (well, in their universe) that i was singing along to at the beginning of the movie. i'll even go out on a limb here and say that way back into love should seriously be given radio airplay. i just don't remember this song called meaningless kiss they keep bringing up in the reviews. and honestly, i really appreciate the actors being the singers as well. i really do. hugh grant can definitely carry a tune.

and boy, can he dance. well, at least he can do it with gusto as a joke. i seem to remember richard curtis fearing that hugh grant will never again dance in public, following that infamous scene in the hallways of 10 downing street on love, actually. expect the same convoluted running-man, multiply by 100. the hip thrusting gets tired after a while (no pun intended. i know what you're thinking! hahaha!), and it's obviously one of the long-running inside jokes. the producers of this movie obviously saw the other film for them to milk hugh's dancing prowess for all the laughs they could get.

so anyway, to end this pathetic attempt of a review i will say that music and lyrics isn't bad for a typical romantic comedy. i think if you balance your expectations well enough you might actually be pleasantly surprised.

the itchy and scratchy show

it's official. the police will open the 49th grammys on 11 february (12 feb in manila).

thanks to drei for the heads up. he also dared me to file my leave, now na. (but i haven't. hehehe.)

read the grammy press release here.

obviously i can't make a good spin on this because i'm currently suffering from an allergy outbreak. yeah. just trying to distract myself from the itchies.

i don't know when i got bitter, but love is surely better when it's gone

sometimes i really wonder why i'm still here. it's not as if i know what i'm doing.

i always felt that i wasn't ready to take on the expert role. i don't have much expertise to begin with. the time i could have learned from someone who knows what he's doing -- and knows how to wing it if he didn't -- was cut pitifully short. now i'm left all alone to be the police and the servant at the same time. and come up with magic tricks in between.

maybe i'm ill-equipped smarts-wise. it's like i don't remember anything i learned after theory of interest. i don't even understand the first few pages of the actuarial mathematics reviewer. so how can i even try to discern whether this or that technical paper is the key to solving my ratemaking problem? i don't even know half the theorems they mention.

maybe i have a weak support system. the unfortunate thing about belonging to this industry is that there are few actuarial experts, unlike in the traditional industries that actuaries are involved with. my ex-boss can't help me now, and i don't know who to turn to. and this is actually one of my biggest headaches: there's no one to run to for expert advice.

maybe i'm just lazy, which is my usual problem.

maybe it's just time for me to move on. but the map isn't in my hands just yet.

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despite yesterday starting off the wrong foot -- and me getting up on the wrong side of the bed, almost literally -- i got a pleasant surprise that made my day. i finally met drei in the most unexpected manner -- we were working in the same building! snaps to YM and smart gprs for making it all happen.

song of the week: sade, no ordinary love. i'm digging the urbandub and deftones versions, coz i haven't heard the original yet.

the blog post title comes from tonic's you wanted more.

love can mend your life, but love can break your heart

finally, something to smile about.

every fan of the police must be jumping for joy right now. as i am.

the rumors are crazier than ever and it seems that our greatest dream is about to come true. after more than 20 years, sting is finally talking with andy summers and stewart copeland about a possible reunion to commemorate the 30th anniversary of the first police single, roxanne.

the official statement from a&m is that there may be something special in the wind, hopefully with the participation of the band. though noncommital, sting commented in an interview that the three of them are actually talking about it. but hopefully, there would be a series of performances throughout the summer as some websites speculate. not like the single post-breakup public performance when they were inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame in 2003. aside from that, the only other time they played together was at sting's wedding, and it was an impromptu thing.

i grew up on their music but only appreciated it in the last decade. and i am so glad that there's finally that chance -- no matter how slim -- that i will get to experience the magic for myself.

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read the info for yourself, go here:

the daily mirror article

the daily mail article

this is cute, though.

msnbc news

how do you know when to quit?

i wish i knew how to quit you (from brokeback mountain)

ever since i started making up my own mind, i didn't really make my decisions; rather, i believe that they were made for me by chance or circumstance. whatever significant thing happened to me came from a choice that was the most logical, or the most obvious.

but for the last year or so, it doesn't seem to work that way anymore. i've been given so many chances that turned out to be duds. i don't know if i never stood a chance, or if they just changed their mind about me. but those close calls never came through.

and now, i've lost trust in fate.

if before i would jump at this chance to save my wits (i am getting rusty and dying of boredom), not to mention have some semblance of career progression, i chose to walk on the safe side. which isn't so safe, either. who knows how long i can pretend to be relevant? or worse, how long can my higher-ups carry the budget strain?

i don't know if i was wrong about not going through with it. here was my ticket to working with people i'd choose to belong to. it would have been a relatively easy way to leave the uncertainty of my field, and leave behind the failed exams and the scant opportunities. not that shifting to a new career is without uncertainty, but this was a safe bet at the very least. and the clincher was that i didn't ask for it, i was given a heads up.

but was i right to give up this chance? to have the time to finally put my paper to rest, and not have to postpone it indefinitely? to retain the flexibility (more like a free ride) that i have right now? guilt isn't such a major factor , and i don't have great illusions of being indispensable. but i crave familiarity, and i'm not so hot about traveling all the time - once or twice a year is enough. and there was a reason i avoided teaching -- i have very little patience.

so once again, i have let things lie as they were. who knows if i'll ever get another chance. well, god only knows.

fairy tales and fridays

once upon a time...

there was once a woman who had given up on love. she came to a point where she believed that she'll never find that one person for her, if he had even existed. then she realized that the one person she had counted on for so long was THE ONE. a wedding ceremony and a honeymoon trip later, she was well on her way to her happily ever after.

this is not my story though. as far as i know, it only existed between the pages of the sort of fiction i usually indulged in.

now, there was this girl who was rapidly losing faith that anything romantic will ever happen in her life, yet still holds that secret wish deep within her heart. sometimes it does show up on her sleeve. but love still did not come, however long she waited. then one day it came knocking, in the guise of someone totally unexpected -- but of course, totally acceptable to her tastes, he should be at least pleasant to look at -- and they went into the sunset together.

still not me. but how i wish it would be.

finally, there was a young woman who was so immature that she still was a girl, and is so hopeless that she resorts to reading countless romance paperbacks and dreaming of happy endings to fill up the empty spaces. how she went from being a promising achiever to a laidback, uninspired, and dull slacker is hard to comprehend, but it happened, and whatever lesson she needed to learn, i just wish she'd learn it soon, because she can't put her life at a standstill forever. or she might, and never know just how magnificent the rewards can be if only she worked to get them. maybe then, she'll find the love she'd been waiting for all her life.

the end. for now.

time may change me, but i can't trace time

will the dice ever roll? when will i ever know?

i wasn't going to write anything tonight. not even when one of the few topics my best friend brought up during her mercifully short phone call today was lack of blog activity. but this was something i can't pass up.

the last few months i've been looking for a copy of trapt's lost realist, to no avail. i've tried my usual sources but wasn't successful with them. then the other day, i tried googling it - a desperate move not for the lazy. i tried it before with another song, and it was so tedious a task that i swore i would only do it again if i was desperate. which i was.

anyway, i was getting discouraged with all the russian characters that kept popping up in the google results, but i did manage to find an mpeg file - or so i thought. it was quicktime embedded in a page, and the parent directory was "forbidden". i'm just a hack, so i really don't know what to do with it. but later tonight (or is it early this morning? it's already past midnight) i got the brilliant idea to save the web page. and what do you know, even if the download was so quick it was disheartening, i read the file description and it looked like a regular mp3 file. whoopee! finally i got it! and it played properly!

the moral of the story is: if you want something bad enough, you have to think out of the box.

unfortunately for me, i'm just too darned lazy to do it.

song of the week: storm large, changes (originally by david bowie. anyone have this mp3?)

my baby's got the bends, we don't have any real friends

- radiohead, the bends

two of my regular morning companions are anjanette and vito. they're not from the office, nor are they my pet dogs (and i'm not looking for any in the near future, thank you). they're only the voice of non-reason in my head, especially when my earphones are plugged in and my mp3 player is in radio mode. welcome to my daily habit, the one i don't want to quit.

in the four years or so that the morning brew has been on air, i'd probably been listening for almost the same length of time. except for the time that they changed the station format and got eric to come on board temporarily... i guess it just proves that the jocks were the essence of the show. i'm rambling, i know. i've said all of this before, here. so anyway, vito came back and anjanette took over the news reporting duties. soon they got the show back on track, especially with the return of a much-loved segment, the morning brew playlist. and after almost two years, they brought back another popular segment, the morning brew cd archive. a segment i had been on twice in mylinda's time. and just this week, i renewed my acquaintance with vito when i came on board for the third time.

it's pretty obvious, i like my 15 minutes of fame. if i can stretch it to half an hour, so much better. talking about one of my favorite things -- music -- is definitely a bonus. another plus is the chance to finally put on board one of my top 5 albums of all time, from one of my top 5 bands of all time: the sophomore-jinx jinxer, radiohead's the bends.

like i said on air that day, radiohead is more than just that rocker knockoff creep (a song i hated, by the way). and they're not just this way cool band that is so introspective it gets weird, like they are in ok computer and the three albums since (or what i've heard so far from them... i got bored too soon). critics have heaped praises and the brits all but stood them up next to the beatles, but i also wonder: what's the big deal? maybe this album is about the most i can handle from them. but this is where people started treating them seriously, instead of as "just another rock band". there is beauty in transition.

the great thing about this outing was, i think i did make an impact. i remember this regular texter who thought the band is overrated, with all that hoopla about karma police and the other stuff. after he heard the first song (i picked just, one of the less recognizable singles), he might have been tempted to give the band another chance. most of the other messages were about wanting to hear my iron lung, but i thought that the album deserved to be exposed beyond the hit singles. besides, i was not passing up the chance to let people hear my favorite radiohead song, black star. oh, and this dude actually thought the album was cool, and so was i. haha! i mean, come on, the whole point is of this exercise is to delude myself that i am cool. i the man!

push the mute button

i'm still reeling... i am numb... i've been had. but i'm one up on them. they didn't get one cent from me.

who else is dismayed that the gossip had proven to be true?

against all odds and beyond logic, that effing band of has-beens (who now can't even use the term supernova because of a court order) chose the one person i was not convinced is the right choice. this was a setup. magni, toby, and dilana were not even in the running.

so good luck to you, gargamel... er, lukas. you're gonna need it. and to tommy, gilby and jason... don't hold your breath. you've had 11 weeks of us hanging on every word you say and every move you make (geez i resorted to parroting the police!). you are not gonna take any more of my time. now toby is another matter. meet my new favorite band, juke kartel !

and now, back to regular posting.

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in honor of the rock star finale this week, here's my least favorite performances from this season. in some cases, they just plain suck.

disclaimer: i did not see the first five weeks so i probably missed out on a lot of mind-numbing performances. thank god.

jill gioia: respect (aretha franklin). were you even thinking straight, jill? you are not a rock chick, and you can't pull off a rock version of a song that is screaming soul train. no way.

patrice pike: celebrity skin (hole). probably thought she is true-blue rocker just because she nailed my iron lung. not by a long shot, baby.

chris pierson: roxanne (the police). dilana had good reason to perform this song on the finale; she has to avenge sting's musical genius. and when i saw the clip from the earlier weeks, that practice session at the mansion is enough to judge. A-W-F-U-L.

ryan star: baba o'riley (the who). man, that was sooo painful to watch. i'm not gonna say anything more about the climbing up the amps, running around like there was no tomorrow, and opening that champagne bottle. those were the least of his problems.

dilana robichaux: psycho killer (talking heads). dilana is a very good performer, if she's prepared. lucky for her, they'd rather give ryan the boot that week, otherwise she'd have been in big trouble.

lukas rossi: all these things that i've done. besides the awful voice and the horrible stage moves, he does not do good on the killers. leave it for toby, dude.

magni asgeirsson: starman (david bowie). in all honesty, i can't find one performance that i hated. it's just this one highlights how much his performance improves when a song really suits him. this one, it's like he hardly moves at all.

toby rand: runaway train (soul asylum). boring as hell. this isn't you... wrong song choice, brother.

storm large: i will survive (gloria gaynor). her gamble did not pay off. and she got completely trashed by dave. that's gotta suck, right? then they all tried to bring it around the next night, giving her props and allowing her to defend her performance. evs. btw, it was a toss-up between this song and bring me to life, but toby was in that song so here it is.

ooops, i forgot z! to be honest, i am not impressed with her singing style, though i loved not an addict. however, i didn't see enough performances to judge, not even on the episodes i actually watched (must've been on bathroom break). i might put in razorblade (blue october) just for the sake of having her on the list... but i love the dress she wore that night. if you're gonna get booted out, might as well look your best.

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ok, so i'll be posting a follow-up to my favorites list sometime in the future. i'm just not in the mood for it right now. you can see why.

song of the week: toby rand, somebody told me (from rock star: supernova finale)
gadawful song of the week: lukas rossi, bittersweet symphony (from rock star: supernova finale)

this is it!

dalawang tulog na lang...

the season ender of rock star: supernova is just hours away... and i can't wait!

last week, my officemate and i spent probably 10 minutes at the watercooler (which lends truth to that idiom about watercooler gossip) just taking apart all the performances last wednesday and thursday. i still believe dilana is a kickass singer, but i've also gotten around to officemate's opinion that toby is the one. but i digress...

dilana, my dear, what the hell are you thinking? or, to paraphrase gilby, what the hell were you not thinking? i guess this is what's called equal opportunity -- not one person has everything, eh? so maybe you have reason to think that because the band was looking for a singer, it is not necessary to be a brilliant songwriter. maybe they were just trying to stump you, because otherwise you are it. but good gawd! get over the depression girl! i'm expecting you to come out in fighting form wednesday. don't disappoint me.

oh stormy! how i wish you were here... i've come to love you, wrong notes and all. you give such heartfelt performances especially this last week. but i'll see you again this wednesday, and i'm half-rooting for you to get the wild card encore. basta you'll sing the mature version of ladylike... like it will happen on tv.

magni, though you're a great singer (i still got you on a pedestal man) i really don't think you will win. maybe fuel should get you instead... or how about pinch-hitting for ed kowalczyk? us live fans won't notice.

i don't understand how supernova got hooked on headspin. they were raving and raving about it. thankfully, newsted just shut up about lukas' voice, that comment was really getting old. but i still like you, gargamel, just for that lithium performance the other week (which officemate and i agreed was the best performance episode ever... though the next day everything went south). at least, you being from toronto is not the only reason.

ryan, you sourgraping boy! you're just so lucky the fans love you, and you're making a killing on the downloads. now you're cashing in, with a live recording of your previous songs on rockstar accompanied by no less than the house band! i'll buy it if only for a cleaner version of enjoy the silence. or maybe i'll just wait for the downloads. heheheheh.

my favorite aussie boy! you've come a long way, baby. thank god you've turned it all around... from being barely noticeable to bright shining new frontrunner. or maybe you were just keeping your cards close, eh? well done, dude. you wowed 'em with your last performances, and you've got more than decent songwriting skills too. what more could they ask for? one piece of advice (if you even get to hear about it): make a good name for yourself, because one day you'll find you've outlived those three clowns. uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh!

song of the week (last week): storm large, suffragette city (from rock star: supernova)

i'm so excited

isang tulog na lang...

dj has posted a spoiler list for tomorrow's ep of rs:supernova.

all are performing originals, as well as covers. nice! the last three eliminated (ryan, patrice and zayra) were also the ones who got the original song in the song selection. at least now they can't blame the original song for getting booted out, because all of them are doing it.

most anticipated for me is toby's take on mr. brightside. this was marty's breakout performance last year, and i think toby's voice is better suited to the song. earlier i've been wondering what song would be great for toby, and so far he has shown his versatility with layla, solsbury hill, and rebel yell. it's time he visits the alternative scene.

and in case you haven't noticed, i'm rooting for toby mostly. i crush him na. heheheh.

hell week

it's not just for college orgs

it's just one of those weeks that you wish was over when it's just started.

i've been wrestling with a project deliverable for, like, 3 weeks now, and it's still not done. i'm rapidly losing cred here and i still can't figure out what to do! though i guess it'll all come when i'm good and ready... but i really hope that will happen on monday.

then i have this sneezing spell which rapidly developed into a cold last monday. this whole week i felt soooo tired when i got home at night... and it's not purely due to taking the bus to and from work. i actually went to bed willingly before 10 pm early this week. but then wednesday came, and you know what happens on wednesday...

this week's performance night on supernova is the best in my book. the one bright spot in the entire week. like my officemate said, "wala kang itatapon na performance." surprisingly, i was impressed with lukas the weirdo's performance. MOKB has a good alias for him: gargamel in drag. ROFL.

however, what went down elimination night was exactly that... it went south. gad, it was painful. that does not include toby's encore. and we (errr, me, my best friend and my officemate... as if we were a whole lot, eh?) all agreed about the non-wisdom of booting out ryan "the dark horse" star. i actually thought he was a shoo-in for the finale. but as i re-read MOKB's reviews (they're not flattering at all) i got the picture that ryan might not be as good as i thought. whatever. or, according to toby, EVS.

so with ryan out, who do i think have the chops to make it into the finale? dilana, as i mentioned previously, is the frontrunner, until her horrific mistake during the press clinic. which was why she ended up bottom three for the first time this week. however, she still has lots of cred with supernova. toby, on the other hand, has rapidly gained cred in the last 2-3 weeks. i think it started with week 6 and burning down the house... even if the bullhorn brought on cringes and thoughts of "been there, done that". but him getting to perform with supernova and getting the encore for rebel yell are some pretty obvious signs he is up there. magni, of the solid vocals, should also be a shoo-in. so the question remains, who betwen lukas and storm will be eliminated next week? will we see another double elim?

oh, and i'm also entertaining the wish that none of those three i'm rooting for wins, because they do not deserve to be stuck with a bunch of wash-ups. heheheh.

song of the week: lukas rossi, lithium (from rock star: supernova)