March 22: My first year of highschool life ends

The last day. Haaaaaay...

We watched a musical "play" in the Assumpta. It was called "The Life After the Cross", or something to that effect. Sister Carla thought it was a fitting close, since the school year ends on Holy Week. I didn't mind watching it. The air-con venue makes up for the 1:00 pm departure, instead of the usual 10:20am.

As a critique, I can say that they're not bad. They had good choreography, with just enough people on stage. And they could sing! At last!!! People who know how to sing properly. (I've seen enough stars on tv trying to even lipsync with the record to last me a lifetime. As I say, kung hindi marunong, kaawaan niyo na. Huwag pilitin.) On top of that, they were very professional. Even when they had to use the handheld mics instead of the clip-ons (I think those were broken), they didn't lose their lines. I could see them passing the mic when needed, but they did it so smoothly, that it wasn't obvious at all. No fuss.

But overall, however, I have only one thing to say: WOAH!!! ANG LAKAS NG APPEAL NI MATTHIAS!!! I think more than half the audience was drooling over him, and he ellicited such a response, even I was a bit stunned at his impact on the audience. He was a good-looking guy, not that old, I guess somewhere in his late teens or something. As Ms. Danah so aptly remarked:

"O ano? Makakita lang ng guwapo gising na."

He had the audience's whole and undivided attention, even if there were other people on stage.

It was like a phenomenon I haven't experienced before. Some even screamed when he came onstage. Sure, that happens at concerts, but not when you're in a theater, not when you know that such behavior si frowned upon. Yet he was able to move the audience to disregard that rule. He was that effective. He didn't intend it though; it just happened. He was even rather unsure of how to handle the attention.

His fellow actors must have noticed the attention he was getting, because when curtain call came, the one nearest to him grabbed him as he was exiting, forced him to face the audience, got his hand and waved it.

And all the girls squealed.

The fact that majority of the girls reacted that way is proof that they still had their eyes on him even as he was exiting. Wow. I didn't think a stranger could be that so effective with the ladies. It was fun altogether, though. The kilig moment was so... electrifying, that I'm sure some are still hung over. Even I didn't escape unscathed. I felt pretty giddy after that for a good while.

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Uy! Kuya Mike just called. I thought someone was playing a prank on me, because it was a different voice that answered on the other end. Turns out it was Kuya Yen. Good thing I still scraped up enough decent English for a bit of conversation. My thoughts were thrown into a scramble, so surprised was I. He wanted to ask Mom how to make Kare-kare. Now he's talking to Dad.

Speaking of cousins, I remember the time we used to stay over at our aunt's place (my mom's sister). My cousins and I used to play Pillowfight in the Dark. Kuya Patrick was invincible. He could take the three of us down with a single swipe of that huge pillow. We couldn't swing those humongous hotdoggy ones back then, so we had to use the smaller ones. We played that game every night, until Kuya David hit his head on the corner of the bed.
Oooh! What a hit! I never saw a bump as big as his. After that, Ate Katrina warned us never to play it again, so we just ate balut night after night.


Mouse update: Naghahasik parin ng lagim.

Now it's in our room! Gah! Much worse! I hope it gets caught, preferrably SOON.