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Hailie

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We ask ourselves, "Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?" Actually, who are you not to be? (from OUR DEEPEST FEAR by Marianne Williamson)

Hailie is a 23 24 year-old girl who moves in the sometimes harsh reality under the name Karen. She loves reading, especially classical books and books written by Jeffrey Archer. She is a self-confessed ham who loves taking the center stage. She loves dancing and singing - but that doesn't mean she knows how to dance and sing. Her never-wavering dream is to become an actress...no kidding. A DVD addict, her favorite shopping places are Quiapo and Divisoria. She also recently discovered St. Francis Square, where she now shops for clothes, shoes, and anything Hello Kitty. Currently dreaming of owning an PlayStation PortableiTouch, pink Moto Razr Okwap i885, a portable DVD player, and the black pink DS Lite. She salivates everytime she sees the still-to-be-released recently-released Sony PlayStation 3 and Nintendo Wii. In love with life, love, and Frank Lampard Brandon Routh Joo Ji-hoon Milo Ventimiglia Daniel Henney (the last item changes from time to time...shifts from Rafael Nadal to Won Bin to Josh Hartnett or whoever). Her ultimate goal in life is to die happy.



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Saturday, June 24, 2006

A Break From Crazy Episodes

Met up with Mae Anne last night at Starbucks Morato and ended up in The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf. This is what happened: She sent me an SMS inviting me for coffee, something that has become a habit for us when we're undergoing or have undergone a particularly low point in our lives. Since I've just picked up from a "I don't want to work anymore" and "I don't want to be with gay vocalists anymore" episodes, I excitedly said yes to her invite. As usual, prompt Hailie arrived before Mae Anne (oh, 'wag ka na umangal Marie Ann...kailan ka nauna sa'kin aber? Haha! Peace!). I waited in Starbucks for 15 minutes in all my tube dress glory. Then Mae Anne finally arrives, with a, "Ano ba hinid kape dito?" To which I answered, "Err, non-caffeine frappe?" And my best friend says that she still gets headaches from drinking such concoctions. Okay. So I suggested that we troop over to my favorite coffee place (Coffee Bean)...na nakakahiya kasi the guard at Starbucks pa nmana was smiling at me and struck a samll conversation pa...tapos hindi din pala kami 'dun magse-stay! Haha! ^^

And so Coffee Bean it was. Just like all of my rendezvous with this college best friend, there were a lot of talikng, and laughing, and clearing of my thoughts. Always, always, mae manages to keep blurry things in clear perspective. Sigh, thanks my dear! And the highlight of the night was...Alyssa Alano. You might ask, "Who the heck is Alyssa Alano?!" Okay, let me share...

When there was lag in our conversation, Mae Anne mentioned about this forgotten little-known Hot Babe, whose name Mae Anne didn't remember, making a comeback as a singer. Said Hot Babe guested on German "Walang Tulugan" Moreno's Master Showman and sang Kiss Me (originally by Sixpence None The Richer). And the way she sang the song was, "Keys me..." If you thought that was funny, here's the killer line: "Silver moon sbarkley"!!! When Lars Santiago interviewed the poor(?) girl, she defended herself and said that she really rehearsed the song. So when asked for a repeat performance, she still sang it this way: "Keys me..." When she got to the killer line, she acted surprised and really ashamed saying that she got "sbarkley" wrong. She repeated the line and it went, "Silver moon sfarkley". OMG!

When I repeated the story to my officemates, we all broke down in laughter. Then Rem commented, "Nasa YouTube 'yan!" Thus began the sacred search for the performance. And voila! We didn't only get the video, we got the name of the girl plus the lyrics! Here's the video, click play, pump up the volume, and follow along with the lyrics provided below!



Keys Me
Alyssa Alano

Keys me
Beat in the verdict valeey
Nightlee, v-side the green green grass
Swing swing,
Swing the spinny stef
You wer the shoes
And i will wear the dress
Ohhh...

Keys me
V-neat d milke twalay
Leeeep me
Al-out the moonlit floor
Leaf your open hand
Strike entebend
End make d parflays dance
Sylvimousse is barkley
So keys me...

Keys me...
Down by-da flowcan
3 how...
Twin vee
Of funne hungee Tay
Bring bring
Bring yo flower head
Will take dachay
Make on yours father's melt
Ohhh...

Keys me
V-neat the milke twalay
Tixt me
Al-out the moonlit floor
Leaf your open hand
Strike entebend
End make d parflays dance
Sylvimousse is barkley
So keys me...

Keys me
V-neat the milke twalay
Leeeeeep me
Al-out the moonlit floor
Leaf your open hand
Strike entebend
End make d parflays dance
Sylvimousse is barkley
So keys me...

So keys me...

So keys me...

So keys me...

So keys me...


| hAiLiE posted at 4:49:00 PM | |