This line...from this song I can't remember the title haha... was running through my head this morning when I woke up...for no apparent reason but of course I ended up thinking why...
And then I thought... do people do that?...you know smile automatically when someone smiles at them...
I honestly don't...especially if it's a stranger or the face ain't familiar...Malay ko ba stalker pala yun or magnanakaw or kung ano pa...it might give him ideas if I smile back bwahaha
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I think she now has her own album...and oh...she was 6 yrs old when she joined the contest. (Paul Potts won that contest)
Somewhere over the rainbow...bluebirds fly....
I avidly watch American Idol...and last week was "inspirational theme week"...so the contestants chose songs that inspired them...from Dream On by Aerosmith to I Believe by Fantasia...to this very familiar song Somewhere Over the Rainbow, sung by Jason Castro (AI finalist) while strumming a ukelele...and the judges thought it was one of the best versions of the song...there are many versions of that song and he did the one by this artist (of course I forget the name) who sang it with his ukelele...
Then that reminded me of the movie with the same song version...50 First Dates...in which scene was it playing in the background?
Can you give me another movie where the song Somewhere Over the Rainbow was playing as part of the movie (at the end of the movie to be exact)?...stars Sean Connery...it's about a reclusive author...it's quite endearing and inspirational too...go watch it... Figure out first the title then buy the video hahaha...
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Do you remember this game...wherein someone sings from a videoke machine...and if you're out of tune...a gong sounds...sort of telling you: YOU'RE OUT OF THE GAME! I forgot what show or where I saw that....
Then I was thinking...instead of a gong...why not just have a big boxing glove spring out of the videoke machine and knockout this out of tune singer hogging the videoke mic...
That one's for you Manny! hahahaha
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I miss going to a videoke myself...the last time I was with my Ma's former officemates (me and my sis hardly sang that night)...and yup they were all singing 70s, 80s tunes...Matt Monro songs (who?!)...a good thing they didn't sing the quintessential My Way (oh my the neighbors would be furious)...but they did sing ... Impossible Dream...wahahaha...
I remembered that I so missed doing that with my own barkada - the last one I can recall was when I was with my hs barkada...when we were still in college...oh and I remember the latest was at a friend's bday party just last January (I didn't sing I let them sing coz they were belters!) - I ended up texting this new kakulitan friend of mine and just simply told her...Pwede ba susunod na gimik natin videoke naman hahaha
Like yah I would sing...duh! I can't carry a tune...I'd just sit back and laugh at the others while imagining them being punched out by this big boxing glove for being such a second rate trying hard copycat bwahahaha
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My dad once told us this story (looking back I don't know whether he did experience this or it was just a concocted story)...
He was at this resto or bar with his officemates...and there was this videoke and anyone is free to get the mic and sing...so after a lot of singing the usual 80s tunes and famous 90s songs I think...my dad had the courage to go up to the mic and punchin a song...and he chose one of the more famous 60s songs (I really can't remember if he told us the tile but I know it was an old song)...but basically it was an old song...which caught the audience' attention...as my dad was singing along (my dad can carry a tune mind you)...he noticed that the crowd was quietly listening unlike what they were doing earlier when others were singing at the mic...they were rowdy, clapping and singing along...but with him they were quiet...maybe because they did not know the song...it was so unfamiliar to them...hahaha...
then as the last notes of the song faded...the audience was silent...dumbfounded I guess...and then my Dad goes: Gusto nyo pa?
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