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Gabrielle Andres
16 August 2013 @ 11:54 pm
Since my classes are at an end (and I am finally FREE), I can actually sit down and write this.

So my review on  the event... I didn't have a lot of photos, since I mostly took videos. I figured I'd screenshot it afterwards. Thank God they allowed photography.

But anyway, the day started early. AND I MEAN REAL EARLY. My siblings and I went off to the airport, where we fetched our cousin Vanessa. Because I had one spare ticket for the premiere and she so desperately wanted to go despite Sho not being her ichiban, my mother, in a moment of kindness, decided she would pay half the airfare so that Vanessa could fly out here. It was so abrupt. I won the tickets on Thursday and by Friday morning, after so much begging and tears, Vanessa was allowed to go. She arrived early Saturday, and we only had the time to drop her bags at home and have some lunch before making our way to Marina Bay Sands.

We thought about bringing uchiwas and stuff, but forgot them in the rush. All I had was my WakuWaku tote bag, which looked odd with my dress and cardigan. LOL. I decided to dress up since it was a premiere, after all.

Anyway, we arrived at nearly 3pm, two hours before the stipulated time. We got lost, but we found the ticketing counter. After about twenty minutes of running, we finally found the place. IMAGINE OUR SHOCK when we found what looked like five hundred people already there (reports say there was about 2,000 people in there by the time they arrived). We were already positioned in the very back, with probably no hope of seeing them. My sister and cousin noticed the guards erecting barriers near the entrance and stood there, asking the guard if it was okay. He said yes, and we decided to move there. Which meant we were very very close to the entrance of the red carpet, and had a great view of the stars as they arrive.

One hour, two hour passed. My phone battery was dying and I was desperately trying to keep it alive since my confirmation text was in there (which turns out to be unneeded since my name was written on a list). Mezamashi TV arrived to cover the event, and even asked the people around us questions on-air. We had nothing to show, so we didn't get asked. They were supposed to be there at 5.30, but they only arrived at well past six. Several false alarms, including two limousines that arrived together, and several confused tourist buses later, we finally caught sight of an elegant car stopping. I was pleased to see that they all arrived in the same car.

Then there they were. Screams erupted and Meikyuu Love Song blared from the speakers. Sho, Keiko, Kippei and Director Hijikata arrived on the red carpet. I laughed at Keiko's shocked face when she saw how many people were waiting for them, how many were waving wildly and singing along to their theme song. Sho looked a bit surprised too, but he regained composure soon and waved at the many fans trying to get their attention.

I had to run, unfortunately. It was about 6.30 and I had to get the tickets from the counter. I missed the whole red carpet talk (even if I did get caught up thanks to the many fancams) but I did avoid the rush of people getting their tickets. We grabbed some snacks from the nearby grocery before getting into the theatre.

We were seated up in the dress circle of the Sands Theatre, and the cast were somewhere else getting interviewed by the local press (or so I've heard). The movie started and the entire theatre was in a hush. I won't spoil it for you, but the theatre was full of laughs and 'ahs' and 'oohs' at all the right places.

At the end of the movie, the director and the cast made an appearance. They did a stage greeting, and a short Q&A. I was really pleased to hear Sho speaking in Singlish. Keiko's english was pretty, too. Kippei kept the crowd laughing. I caught the whole thing on video, actually, and I'm glad I did. My sister and I were seated on the second row and we jumped (literally jumped) to the first to get a better view.

During the Q&A, the emcee asked Sho a question, which he took a long time to answer. I'm not sure whether he was thinking or translating or he simply did catch the question, but people are suddenly murmuring "Gambare, Gambare". My sister, who probably thought the murmurings would escalate to a full-on shout, said "GAMBARE!" a little too loudly. Sho looked up and said "Gambaru?!" My sister got shocked at having been answered, but the people around us laughed. Embarrassing maybe, but hey, she got a reply from Sho!

Sho was truly charismatic, although he did not seem all that comfortable with the foreign crowd. He was very gracious (he earned screams just by helping Keiko up the stage!) and exudes the same charm as he does on TV. He even speaks the same way! It became a bit disconcerting watching him on TV afterwards, knowing that I finally saw him live and heard him speak with my own ears. I felt so strange just watching him on screen and then see him in the flesh afterwards.

After the whole thing was over, Sho, in typical Sho fashion, had to take the microphone back when everyone else thought he was done and said, "Thank you very much! I hope to see you soon! Thank you so much!" as he left the stage.

It was such a surreal experience, I tell you. We were lightheaded and fangirling on the bus home, and I almost could not sleep that night, despite the fact that I had an early shoot the next day.


Again, I say: DREAMS COME TRUE YO. Thank God for that experience. I'll never forget it.



NazoDi premiere

I recently went to the fans-only screening, maybe I should write on that too? HAHAHA XD

 
 
Current Mood: ecstaticecstatic
Current Music: Meikyuu Love Song- Arashi
 
 
Gabrielle Andres
20 September 2012 @ 10:39 pm
The past couple of weeks have been free for me, so I decided, "Hey, why don't I watch some old shows?" 

I've downloaded That's so Raven and Sabrina the Teenage Witch, and I couldn't help but notice that a lot of the old shows are really different from what is showing on TV now. For example, That's so Raven tackled issues like racism, eating disorders, identity problems and body image, while most of today's Disney shows focus on teen dramas, teenage romance and materialism among others. I really didn't expect that I would ever stop watching Disney when I was young, to me, it was was consistently producing good shows. Nowadays, I make my younger sister switch the channel whenever she turns on Disney or Nickelodeon or Cartoon Network.

They always say that we should influence our youth in a positive way. So why are they always showing them things that give them the wrong idea? Why are they so engrossed in making money and getting top ratings instead of showing the youth things that they could glean a lesson from? Why don't they show them what they need to see instead of what they want to see?

I don't understand television very much. As for me, I'd go with old shows anytime.
 
 
Gabrielle Andres
16 September 2012 @ 12:31 am
Most of us, as teenagers, are insistent that we are nothing like our parents. most of us complain about how out of style and how they don't really understand us.

I do too, until last Saturday, when I laughed and really said to myself: I am my parents' child.

Last Saturday, September 8, the Catholic Church celebrated the birthday of the Virgin Mary, Of course, my mother, being the devout woman she is, had my siblings and I to attend church with her (well, we were in separate sections of the church. She takes my youngest sister to her cathecism classes on Saturdays, so they were there earlier, and they sat at the children's section- aka the soundproof section- of the Church). My siblings and I are in the back of the church, having arrived a little later than when service began.

My dad was at home when we left for church (he had borrowed my external hard drive to copy videos from) and he told us that he would be picking us up from church for dinner.

So, after service was over, my sisters and I waited for our dad, while my mom headed on home (don't ask why, it's complicated). He told me that he was waiting in the parking lot exit so my sisters and I went there. Since our youngest was with us, I told my sisters to wait for me while I looked for the car. Dad said he was in the 1st level, near the exit, so I went there. 

He wasn't.

So we searched more, and after fifteen minutes of arguing over SMS, I finally called my dad to confirm where he is. He told us to go back to the chapel itself, but when the elevator opened to the 2nd level carpark, he was there. What the heck.

He was the wrong one and he spent a lot of time yelling at me over the phone- and I yelled back.

So on the car ride to Jurong Point, I laughed to myself, realizing that I was as hotheaded as both my parents are. In fact, all of us are. Not a very good combination, are we? 

I laughed at that. I realize no argument can pass in  my family since we all have tempers. 

I once made a list of things I have in common with my parents. I lost it. But this is certainly something I would add to that list. HA.
 
 
Gabrielle Andres
09 September 2012 @ 04:50 pm

I remember your bare feet down the hallway
I remember your little laugh
Race cars on the kitchen floor
Plastic dinosaurs, I love you to the moon and back

I remember your blue eyes looking into mine like we had our own secret club
I remember you dancing before bed time then jumping on me waking me up
I can still feel you hold my hand
Little man, from even that moment I knew
You fought it hard like an army guy
Remember I leaned in and whispered to you

Chorus:
Come on baby with me
We’re gonna fly away from here
You were my best four years

I remember the drive home when the blind hope
Turned to crying and screaming, “Why?”
Flowers piled up in the worst way
No one knows what to say about a beautiful boy who died

And it’s about to be Halloween
You could be anything you wanted if you were still here
I remember the last day when I kissed your face
I whispered in your ear

Come on baby with me
We’re gonna fly away from here
Out of this curtained room in this hospital
We’ll just disappear
Come on baby with me
We’re gonna fly away from here
You were my best four years

What if I’m standing in your closet trying to talk to you?
What if I kept the hand me downs you won’t grow into?
And what if I really thought some miracle would see us through?
But what if the miracle was even getting one moment with you

Come on baby with me
We’re gonna fly away from here
Come on baby with me
We’re gonna fly away from here
You were my best four years

I remember your bare feet down the hallway
I love you to the moon and back

I heard the song Ronan when a classmate of mine posted Taylor'sStand Up to Cancer performance yesterday in Facebook. Of course, I would click and listen to anything Taylor Swift-related, but nothing could have prepared me for the emotional punch this song would pack. The song felt raw and sincere, as if it was not a song written by a pop music artist, but rather a sincere sentiment of someone who has lost an important person in their life (if I'm not wrong, Ronan's mother co-wrote this song). The lyric "I love you to the moon and back" made my tears start to fall, but the whole verse that said "What if I kept the hand me downs you won’t grow into?/And what if I really thought some miracle would see us through?/But what if the miracle was even getting one moment with you" destroyed me. I started crying without restraint and I felt my heart breaking at the words.

Personally, I have not endured the loss of anyone close to me. Any relative that may have died in my lifetime were not that close to me to have felt the pain of their loss. I know my mother's aunt, whom I only saw less than ten times, died years ago of breast cancer.My great-grandfather, bless his soul, who used to live a couple of houses down from mine, died when I was in the fifth grade. I don't remember the cause of his death. I do remember that some time before he passed, my childhood friend's grandmother died as well. I saw my friend's mother crying inconsolably. I remember that they had to restrain her because she was thrashing around in her grief. I can't imagine losing someone close to me, though, I remember thinking it at the time.

The day my great-grandfather died remained in my memory until now. I remember that they wouldn't even let us children to the room where he stayed during the last few months of his life. I remember that my aunt had to fetch me from school. This was no big deal to me, since she fetches me from school quite often, but I remember thinking that something would have been wrong there, when I noticed that she was crying. She then told us that our great-grandfather died. I remember the ruckus I arrived home to: everyone was crying. I think that's the first time I have ever seen my dad cry. The wake was at his house, and I remember that I only went in there once. A few reasons: I have never been exactly good in dealing with people, I was quite freaked by the idea of the dead, and I don't know what in the world I was supposed to do while other people grieved.

Back on the topic of the song- I think this is one of Taylor's best written songs ever. She seems perfectly capable of drawing raw emotion and putting it into words, something that not many people are capable of doing. She has that ability to make people listen and empathize with the song, even if they had not experienced the sort of emotion she drew the song from.

That, I think, is the mark of a good songwriter.
 
 
Gabrielle Andres
12 August 2012 @ 11:08 pm
I am CLUELESS.

I cannot be allowed to write anything for radio or television without a specific topic, especially if I was tasked to come up with a topic on my own. 

THINGS I FIND INTERESTING DO NOT INTEREST ANYONE ELSE.

I should go hide under a rock or something.

I'll figure something out by tomorrow.

My head hurts just thinking about it.

Wish me luck.
 
 
Current Music: Hatenai Sora-Arashi
 
 
 
Gabrielle Andres
12 August 2012 @ 12:42 am
But instead I am watching Yoiko no Mikata, watching THIS guy.



I regret nothing.

...

Nope, nothing.

 
 
Gabrielle Andres
12 August 2012 @ 12:31 am



So this arrived....

Thanks to Japan-JE, I now own this! (well, the Sho one. Chacha owns the Jun file and the Nino file is for Vanessa)

I am so stoked to use this for...whatever it is I want to use it for.

HAHAHAH.

Which reminds me.. 
I have to make a GIF folder in my lappy now.

HEHEHE.

Well that's it. I just want somewhere to spread my joy. I now have to wait a month for my 24 hour TV charms so... Yeah.
This has been sufficiently awkward.
<3

JA.
 
 
Gabrielle Andres
12 August 2012 @ 12:19 am
SOOOO....

I have about 5 more CAs to hand in- 1 60 page paper for MMR, one presentation for Agency, one presentation for advertising, one podcast for RTPM and one Media Kit for PR.

After that I have to GO FIND A JOB. In order to fund my excessive fangirl-ishness.

WISH THIS CHICK LUCK.

UGH.

I have RTPM scripts to do.

And MMR papers.

And a media release.

I can't wait for September.

At least I have my one year fanniversary to look forward to.

YES, I AM BEING SMART-ASSY with words.

Fan Anniversary.

HA. Anyway, my sister and I are planning to make a cover of Arashi songs for our anniversary! We are making a cover of One Love (being our first song, well hers, mine was Wish) and Hatenai Sora, one of the songs that is not so painful to sing due to the low range).

I AM SO EXCITED. I really take my time to listen to it now. HAHAH.

Ugh. Gotta go back to my papers. My sister's watching the coverage of Ohno's Freestyle exhibit now.

Over and out.
 
 
Current Music: Ai Deshita- Kanjani 8
 
 
Gabrielle Andres
01 February 2012 @ 12:17 am
I started hearing about this series called “The Hunger Games” sometime last year. The name wasn’t of particular interest to me and I never really gave any thought about it. Many of the people in the HP fanpages on facebook were gushing about it, but I never really felt intrigued. I don’t know what it was about and to be honest, I was feeling rather lazy to read another series everyone is going crazy for. The last one I read that was suggested by others was Twilight and if you knew me at all, you’d know how much I hated how that ‘saga’ turned out.

I heard about Taylor Swift’s new song, “Safe and Sound”, when I got back from my vacation in the Philippines. I didn’t know what the song was about, but being an avid fan, I decided to give it a listen. It sent chills down my spine. The kind of chills that you feel when you think you’re being watched, when you think you’re not safe, but somehow, the creepiness subsided and the haunting lullaby continued to play, non-stop, in my head until I can’t take it anymore and listened some more. The more I listened, the more I began to like it. It was something new to me, since I usually don’t like things that freak me out. I’m the ‘see something creepy, step away quickly’ kind of person, but for some reason, it sounded beautiful to me. I found myself singing along, until my sister asked me to stop because it was making her feel uneasy.

Later on, I found that the song was part of the soundtrack of the Hunger Games movie, and, curious to see why the song was like that, I decided to do a search on Google to see what it was about.

I don’t like sci-fi (I hate it would be a more accurate way to put it), but something about the idea of the story kept me thinking until I can’t take it anymore. I knew there was a movie, so I checked out the trailer. It was nothing like I imagined it would be. Last week, on a trip to the library, a friend and I were looking past the shelves when she said, “Do you think they have the Hunger Games?” I took a step back and said, “Why, do you want to read it?” She merely nodded. So we skirted around the shelves, but found nothing. We wanted to check the bookstore, but by then, it was getting late and we were already tired, so we decided to head back.

The next day, she and I were waiting for our next class to begin and I can’t contain my curiosity anymore. I decided to look for an e-book and downloaded it. I began reading and then I was caught up… I couldn’t stop. I was staring at my screen, drinking in every word even during class, and on the bus home (It was pretty difficult, having your laptop open in the bus). I was finished with the first book in a matter of hours (around two or three hours, I think). The second one, I started the next day. I couldn’t put it down. I finished the last book on Saturday night. I even downloaded an ebook reader so I can take it around on my iPod easily. I understood, finally, why the song was like that. It was perfect.

I don’t know why, but even though the gore and the descriptions of violence was enough to make me want to puke (I’ve always been queasy at the mention of gore), I keep reading. My eyes were always glued to the screen, wondering what happens next. It was exhilirating. It was not the best writing, but to me, my favourite books are always the ones that take me on another world- ones that make me unaware of the surroundings and take me on a journey.

My name’s on the waiting list for the Hunger Games books at Popular. I just hope I can get my hands on them soon, so that I don’t have to scroll on my iPod again. 

P.S: Fingers crossed for a music video of "Safe and Sound"!

 
 
Current Music: Safe and Sound- Taylor Swift, from the Soundtrack of The Hunger Games
 
 
Gabrielle Andres
29 January 2012 @ 11:53 pm
This year's birthday totally makes up for the horrible one last year (where I spent the whole day trying to find people at the airport, asking guards and crying). 

As I mentioned in a previous post, my Dad, in an unprecedented act of kindness, gave the green light to buy me and my sisters (lucky for them!) tickets to see Wicked the musical here in Singapore. I was totally fangirling and stoked as we made our way to Marina Bay Sands today. I got a little bored on the bus ride there, so I decided to keep reading Suzanne Collins' Mockingjay, the last installment of the Hunger Games series, which, by the way, I devoured in matter of hours on Friday and yesterday.
Back to my story, we thought we'd be late, so my sisters and I started running to the bus stop. Thank goodness the driver saw us and waited for us, even though I'm pretty sure he was laughing at the weird way I was running because I was wearing heels. I haven't worn heels in a long time and I'm still trying to get used to wearing them again. So we (barely) made it and we were all quiet on the way there. When we got there, I could feel my excitement rising. I was literally skipping towards the theatre (so much that I even forgot where it was) and we saw a crowd around the entrance. We saw that they were already letting people in (it was then fifteen minutes before the show started) and we were getting really hyped. We saw people selling the pamphlets for $20 ( what a price, really) and debated as we walked into the entrance of the theatre if we should buy one or not.  We ended up buying because we can't resist NOT buying really. We called in a passing vendor and purchased this baby. We wanted to buy T-shirts too, but Mom didn't give us money and she hasn't paid back the $200 she owes me, so I wasn't able to buy one. Never mind, I'll buy one next time. 
Anyway, we made it in, looking at the vast crowd also making their way to the theatre. We were guided to our seats by an usher, who also gave us a warning that photography was not allowed. I snuck one anyway. I'm sorry, but this is my first musical and I can't help it. Anyway, the stage was gorgeous. It has the most beautiful sparkly lights on the Ozdust ballroom scene and in the "One Short Day" number. 
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My sister and I were already anticipating the start. I could hear her mumbling "Oh, come on, start already!" as the clock ticked on. FInally, when it seemed like forever, the house lights dimmed and a loud, roaring voice telling us that the show is starting and we should all keep our phones in silent. The anticipation kept rising until the metal dragon above the stage began to move, its eyes glowing red, and the orchestra began playing the blaring overture. I was really taken by surprise. It was pretty scary when you're there, listening to the overture while the dragon was nodding and billowing smoke from its nostrils. I could feel goosebumps crawl up my flesh and my adrenaline pumping. I was really impressed... only a few minutes in and I'm already thinking "Is this real? After all those years of bitching about how Wicked won't come to Singapore... I'm finally here, watching it!" As the ensemble belt out the chorus to "No One Mourns The Wicked", I felt not only goosebumps, I also felt tears pricking at my eyes. I pulled myself together and joined the crowd as they clapped enthusiastically.

The musical was stunning. The musical numbers, the actors, the costumes, the orchestra, the set, the atmosphere. Everyone was impressed, clapping loudly at the end of each number. Everyone laughed when necessary and gasped when necessary. I loved everything. (Have I said that enough? I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT!) The school set at Shiz University, the brilliant fluorescent lights in the Emerald City, where they illuminated the whole stage in green and the loud roaring lights in the Wizard's palace. By the time we got to "Defying Gravity" (which is my favourite song ever!) and the actress playing Elphaba started to rise, I started to cry all over again, chills went down my spine and my skin began to crawl. I was unashamed to cry, seeing my favourite song sung live. It was overwhelming. The lights, the smoke, the way she began to fly... it was a dream come true to see it in front of me. I couldn't stop the tears. I was seriously too happy for words and I see my sister whose eyes were fixated on the stage. We were both overwhelmed by what we were seeing.

We ran to the bathroom during the intermission (we had to go out, the one in the theatre was too crowded). We were literally saying "Hashire! Hashire!" as we laughed all the way back. We had a little stop at the bar, where I was trying to mull over if I should buy an Ozmopolitan cocktail (which was essentially a sour apple vodka concoction) but we were running out of time so we just said, "Never Mind." The lady already started making it, but we had to rush off and decided to go back for it later. Well, it's my eighteenth birthday, I can have a drink!

So we went back in... and the second act was every bit as wonderful as the first. The plot gets darker. "As Long As You're Miine", one of my sister's faves in the musical, made us all swoon. The song "No Good Deed" sent chills down my spine. Seriously that girl has a LOT of lung power. "For Good" made Chacha and I cry. The last moments were simply beautiful... and no words could explain it. It was really an unforgettable experience... one I wish I could have again.

YES. I WANT TO WATCH IT AGAIN!

That solidified our (as in Chacha and me) resolve to join Broadway someday. I don't care how long it takes. Someday, I'll be on stage playing Elphaba too. And that's on my bucket list. Join Broadway and play Elphaba.

In other stories, we didn't get our cocktail. Aww. But we did get to see the guy who played Fiyero up close. He was really good looking. He was signing CDs in the lounge. Wish I could have gotten autographs though.



A perfect way to spend my birthday.

P.S: Credits to Dad for paying for the tickets. Me and Chacha are going to scrounge up some more cash and try to see if we can see another show before it ends in April. XD

 
 
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