Hey, everybody, I regret to inform that I could not make it to the Staatsoper im Schillertheater to watch Berlioz’s La Damnation de Faust and later give a proper vlog-style review, this was also the same case of why I could not make it to my dear Narine Yeghiyan‘s Lieder Recital and give a review of that too, as I had a new project under my belt. How I got into this project was by complete chance thanks to my very great filmmaker/actress friend, Carolina Rath. As soon as I got the memo that I was going to read for Caliban for Shakespeare’s The Tempest, known in German as Der Sturm, I was quite ecstatic. I knew from the back of my mind this was going to be not only a great challenge for me as it’s always been for someone who’s first language is not even German, but it was also a great opportunity for me to open new gates and eventually make this particular role have a handsome place on my resumé and/or curriculum vitae in order to apply for universities, more acting jobs and the like, since another academic plan for Uni is to not only have English as my major but also Theater Studies, if ever Spanish as my second subject does not fare well or vice versa. Our director, Frank Tilmann Otto, is a sympathetic and really cool person. I am glad to work with him so far, as long as I keep diligent, hard-working, and disciplined. In addition to that, the overall camaraderie has been positive and I hope it is kept that way. In terms with how I am faring in school, let’s just say that how I’m doing now is a slight improvement from the first half of the E-Phase and as always, I have been passing all of my subjects and still continue to do so. Once I reach the Q-Phase, as in the last two years of doing my Abitur or pre-university schooling, then I will have to give a lot more effort. It may seem like I’m doing a bit too much, but I’m open to anything. Though when all is said and done, I’m a lot more excited for my summer break and I’m anticipating what is to come on my journeys. I wish you all a good night and I hope you all had a pleasant Pentecostal week.
Antoni Garcia
Hold on to your hats, folks, this is going to be a stormy yet mysterious ride.
I’m absolutely blessed to have been a part of this Nicksmissal podcast involving a couple of dismissed Ren and Stimpy spin-off shows, with my great friend, Patricia Miranda. So, Patty, thank you so much for having me on board for this. Fun fact, this was also recorded on a school night, about 11:45 PM in German time of all things. Regardless of that, I had a lot of fun and I would love to participate in a lot more. 🙂
A gothic-looking production backed up by a solid star cast. Let’s see how well these elements hold up.
Herr Jenis and Frau Monastryska strike again, but how did Ievgen Orlov, Attilio Glaser and Judit Kutasi fare?
Two superb singers, one down-to-earth actor, and a fine pianist. How great can this get?
Puccini’s monumental opera based on Chinese folklore gets the modern treatment.
Herr René Pape leads a fine cast as one of his all-time famous roles, Il Re Filippo II!
La Grande Madame Vesselina Kasarova and Monsieur Jean-Christophe Spinosi have struck again!
Long-winded rant ahead! I didn’t know why this took me so long, but I blocked someone. This was not done out of some petty reason, however, this piece of crap of a person really annoyed and tortured me on a psychological level. I’m sure you already know who it is. That’s right. The same condescending harlot who called me a fail for the most arbitrary of reasons, who was so nice to everyone else but really mean to me, who pushed me away even if I tried to be good friends with her, and finally the very person who whispered to the spoiled brat about me not bringing lechon, acted like such a person in retreat and after all of that gave me a mean look even if I apologized for everything I have done. For the sake of this rant, I am not going to use her real name, which the initials are KEMB. Instead, she is therefore christened as, Crapsack Bitchtits Brand. The first time I met Crapsack, was when she was a new student at my old high school and from there, her initial impressions started to really show its ugly colors. Every time I greeted her, she would never, ever greet me back. Seriously, I have never met anyone this rude in my life! Yeah, it was also pretty dumb of me back then to ask what her nationality was, and she was like why? Even when I was picking up her TWE work which dropped on the floor, she asked me why I took it. Uh….Hasn’t she heard the term, “Thank you very much!”? I don’t think she has! Especially after school when I wanted to start a conversation with her, she just didn’t say anything at all. Crapsack loved seeing me at my most miserable, especially in one rehearsal for Level 10 Sabayang Pagbigkas, which is basically this strong choral performance done in Filipino schools. Now, I was already going through Strike 1, when I had to pay a late fee of 100 Philippine Pesos, which is about 1 Euro and 79 Cents and in the States, it would be about 2 Dollars. The next rehearsal, I was so scared of going through Strike 2 that I was calling my colleague frantically, like 10 times, saying that my driver wasn’t there yet. Until he came and I was completely under pressure because I didn’t have any cash with me either! Then when I arrived Crapsack accused me of calling my colleague an asshole when in fact I was just under severe pressure because I was almost about to pay a freaking late fee. That just shows you how little empathy this shithead witch bitch really had. The following day Crapsack even said to me, “Ewww…”, for what? That’s not all that she did. She was disapproving of what talent I had to offer for singing at the OPM contest, she joined a good number of my colleagues in mocking my weaknesses and to top it all off, when the spoiled brat pretended to snub, Crapsack laughed at my expense. And this was the night before, the violin recital where I had to sing, Jesu Joy of Man’s Desiring, and I was only a sixteen-year-old. Thanks to those whores, my performance of Jesu Joy of Man’s Desiring was and is a freaking low point of my budding career as a singer because I was still so caught up in the spoiled brat’s guilt tripping nature and Crapsack’s sadism. You two try going up there, and singing something as high art and melodious as this! Go on, I would love to see you try, because you’re just gonna sound like a couple of harpies! I thought she would be slightly nicer when I won that Charles Darwin award when I got an average of 90% and for a moment she seemed okay for now. It still didn’t excuse her for the crap she did to me. Let’s skip to Level 11 where she was not as bitchy as she was when I first met her. However, she did show her bitchery when one of my male colleagues shouted me and she cheered him on. This was not the only time she did something like this. The spoiled brat who wanted lechon for retreat also screamed obnoxiously at me for “hating our class”, and Crapsack cheered her on. Now for those who know me, I always do my best to memorize my pieces in violin ahead of time. There was one time when I played that piece note for note and all memorized and I thought I did well. That was until Crapsack said to me that I make people feel bad about themselves when I memorize a violin piece much earlier and I showed it. Seriously, is there any reason why KMB aka Crapsack is such a mega witch bitch?!!! Now we go to the senior year of my high school. This was her at her nastiest, at least in my opinion. Aside from the aforementioned pieces of crap, she did to me, she was just as condescending as ever. I was concerned why her voice sounded quite raspy and Crapsack proceeded to tell me, “It’s called a cough!”, as if though I were stupid! Oh, that’s not all! During one of our final Sabayang Pagbigkas practices, the spoiled brat asked me if I regretted not being with the batch of some of my better friends and Crapsack was like an evil echo! On top of that, while Crapsack was arranging a table, I wanted to help her, but she said no. I persisted and like the bitch, she was, she yelled at me! The final blow was about a month before graduation, where one of my male colleagues was toying around with one of my dear female colleagues’ arts trophy. I told him to stop and Crapsack proceeded to say, “Yeah, Antoni!” This bitch had no idea how much I hate being yelled at from…