What a coincidence to see Audrey Hepburn as image/icon-of-the-day for the Google search machine. A coincidence because just yesterday afternoon, I viewed Jerry Maguire for the third time, I think, and there was this scene where Renee Zellweger's character asks Tom Cruise's Jerry on their first date if her little black dress is "too Audrey Hepburn."
The day before I caught another film, You, Me and Dupree, where Owen Wilson's character, an overstaying house guest in newly weds Kate Hudson and Matt Dillon's lives, is watching Roman Holiday, also for the nth time. He admired Ms. Hepburn for representing "style, grace, ethereal beauty."
Weeks earlier, at a Baguio Writers Group meeting, Padma Perez (or was it Desiree Caluza?) arrived wearing big sunglasses. Martin Masadao tried them on, tilted his head upward and asked if he was more Sophia Loren or Audrey.
Was it coincidence that Ms. Hepburn's name cropped up with some regularity? Maybe not. Maybe it was a lead to her 85th year, if she were still with us.
Happy birthday, AH, angel of ours.
Showing posts with label Audrey Hepburn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Audrey Hepburn. Show all posts
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Friday, November 29, 2013
And Audrey was her name
Audrey Agatep General died Wednesday morning at the Asian Hospital in Alabang, Muntinlupa City. She had just turned 58 on Nov. 12.
Before she left too soon, she was managing director of Agatep Associates since 2002 until the family firm was rebranded into Havas PR Agatep.
To the Paulinians, she was just Audrey or Aud who used to sing to the Bread's '70s hit, "And Aubrey Was Her Name." I never got confirmation from her if her parents named her after Audrey Hepburn who was just startling the world in the 1953 film, Roman Holiday, with her rare beauty, charm, grace, generosity of spirit, leadership. Our Audrey developed all those traits, too, into her second nature. Aud was born two years later when Ms. Hepburn was the hottest actress in the film world because of her unconventional beauty: slim like a ballerina, with that marvelously cool voice that sounded like she was chewing balls of mint.
Yup, Aud was that way--never ever shrill. When frustrated with someone or something, she'd just end her SMS, and I could hear the sigh in the message that meant the problem wasn't worth wrapping her pretty head around: "Oh, Babeth, I have no more good words to say!" It was a way of ending a conversation, her re-assuming the role of Miss Manners who practiced business etiquette. She'd rather not speak ill of anyone but remember the good times shared.
It must have been on our senior year when Aud sang that song in a hushed soprano. She had been a Glee Clubber since Grade School, always standing on the front row. She was this petite girl with a spring to her walk, a smile that felt like a chum's rub on the back. Sister Gemma of the Cross, our music teacher, always put her on a special spot because she was adorable to look at as she sang her heart out. I wish I can find those mothballed yearbooks that show how cute (the kind of cute na nakakagigil) she was then.
In high school, she was part of this group called The Ragmals, a word formed out of the first letter of the names of seven Paulinians in the class who excelled in dancing, cheer leading, sports, academics, even getting the coveted invites to the best boy-girl parties.
But it was in dance that Audrey always had an edge over the rest. She kept at it all the way to her last months--jazz, Spanish flamenco, Argentine tango and salsa. Among the other dancers in the class, she always played the lead. The code was: "Just follow Audrey, and you won't miss a step." It was that way from high school to our silver and ruby jubilees.
Here's looking at you, Audrey/Aubrey:
And Aubrey was her name,
I never knew her, but I loved her just the same,
I loved her name.
Wish that I had found the way
And the reasons that would make her stay.
I have learned to lead a life apart from all the rest.
If I can't have the one I want, I'll do without the best.
But how I miss the girl
And I'd go a million times around the world just to say
She had been mine for a day.
But Aud, you must forgive me if I change my tune midway. I wanna end it with "Save the Last Dance for Me."
Like Lulu here, we wanna be reunited with you on the dance floor in heaven!
The open letter below is from Lulu Camello Pasamba, M.D., once our High School Student Council President.
dearest audrey,
i find it hard to believe that you are not here with us anymore. just when i had decided to volunteer to dance for our golden jubilee, with or without a cane as long as you're our lead dancer, you're gone! but what i find harder to believe is why a 57 year old physically fit and healthy person should die of an elective procedure!
i know of senior citizens operated on with more complicated problems like colon cancer and yet are up and about enjoying their retirement. sa inis ko i had to text my classmate, a distinguished colorectal surgeon...modesty aside...to ask why! he said there must have been a leak in the anastomosis. the anastomosis is the connection between the two ends of the colon that were joined after the defective colon segment was resected. a leak! poor surgical technique! tanong..sino ang gumawa? i ask myself is he/she as good as my classmate? sana nagtanong ka sa akin bago ka nagpaopera!..hay! some good doctors commit blunders, too, without meaning to...
life is short. this time last year we were panicking preparing for our ruby. ang gulo di ba? pero natapos din ang commemorative book and your group made us proud with your dance number. little did we know then that it would be your farewell performance.
thank you for your dedication to our class, for the times you put your private life on hold to organize a number for the spcq homecoming.
we love you and you will be dearly missed....
--lulu camello pasamba
Audrey (from row, left) reliving Paulinian days with us in that checkered sailor uniform we wore five times a week for, what, 13 years?
Didn't I tell you Aud always took center stage? There she is leading the dancers grooving to the Fifth Dimension's "Age of Aquarius."
The one in the middle, front row, is Aud, the sophisticate who never lost the girl in her.
Before she left too soon, she was managing director of Agatep Associates since 2002 until the family firm was rebranded into Havas PR Agatep.
To the Paulinians, she was just Audrey or Aud who used to sing to the Bread's '70s hit, "And Aubrey Was Her Name." I never got confirmation from her if her parents named her after Audrey Hepburn who was just startling the world in the 1953 film, Roman Holiday, with her rare beauty, charm, grace, generosity of spirit, leadership. Our Audrey developed all those traits, too, into her second nature. Aud was born two years later when Ms. Hepburn was the hottest actress in the film world because of her unconventional beauty: slim like a ballerina, with that marvelously cool voice that sounded like she was chewing balls of mint.
Yup, Aud was that way--never ever shrill. When frustrated with someone or something, she'd just end her SMS, and I could hear the sigh in the message that meant the problem wasn't worth wrapping her pretty head around: "Oh, Babeth, I have no more good words to say!" It was a way of ending a conversation, her re-assuming the role of Miss Manners who practiced business etiquette. She'd rather not speak ill of anyone but remember the good times shared.
It must have been on our senior year when Aud sang that song in a hushed soprano. She had been a Glee Clubber since Grade School, always standing on the front row. She was this petite girl with a spring to her walk, a smile that felt like a chum's rub on the back. Sister Gemma of the Cross, our music teacher, always put her on a special spot because she was adorable to look at as she sang her heart out. I wish I can find those mothballed yearbooks that show how cute (the kind of cute na nakakagigil) she was then.
In high school, she was part of this group called The Ragmals, a word formed out of the first letter of the names of seven Paulinians in the class who excelled in dancing, cheer leading, sports, academics, even getting the coveted invites to the best boy-girl parties.
But it was in dance that Audrey always had an edge over the rest. She kept at it all the way to her last months--jazz, Spanish flamenco, Argentine tango and salsa. Among the other dancers in the class, she always played the lead. The code was: "Just follow Audrey, and you won't miss a step." It was that way from high school to our silver and ruby jubilees.
Here's looking at you, Audrey/Aubrey:
And Aubrey was her name,
I never knew her, but I loved her just the same,
I loved her name.
Wish that I had found the way
And the reasons that would make her stay.
I have learned to lead a life apart from all the rest.
If I can't have the one I want, I'll do without the best.
But how I miss the girl
And I'd go a million times around the world just to say
She had been mine for a day.
But Aud, you must forgive me if I change my tune midway. I wanna end it with "Save the Last Dance for Me."
Like Lulu here, we wanna be reunited with you on the dance floor in heaven!
The open letter below is from Lulu Camello Pasamba, M.D., once our High School Student Council President.
dearest audrey,
i find it hard to believe that you are not here with us anymore. just when i had decided to volunteer to dance for our golden jubilee, with or without a cane as long as you're our lead dancer, you're gone! but what i find harder to believe is why a 57 year old physically fit and healthy person should die of an elective procedure!
i know of senior citizens operated on with more complicated problems like colon cancer and yet are up and about enjoying their retirement. sa inis ko i had to text my classmate, a distinguished colorectal surgeon...modesty aside...to ask why! he said there must have been a leak in the anastomosis. the anastomosis is the connection between the two ends of the colon that were joined after the defective colon segment was resected. a leak! poor surgical technique! tanong..sino ang gumawa? i ask myself is he/she as good as my classmate? sana nagtanong ka sa akin bago ka nagpaopera!..hay! some good doctors commit blunders, too, without meaning to...
life is short. this time last year we were panicking preparing for our ruby. ang gulo di ba? pero natapos din ang commemorative book and your group made us proud with your dance number. little did we know then that it would be your farewell performance.
thank you for your dedication to our class, for the times you put your private life on hold to organize a number for the spcq homecoming.
we love you and you will be dearly missed....
--lulu camello pasamba
Audrey (from row, left) reliving Paulinian days with us in that checkered sailor uniform we wore five times a week for, what, 13 years?
Didn't I tell you Aud always took center stage? There she is leading the dancers grooving to the Fifth Dimension's "Age of Aquarius."
The one in the middle, front row, is Aud, the sophisticate who never lost the girl in her.
Saturday, June 22, 2013
How do you gild your Saturday?
"What do you do to gild the day?" Or in Norwegian, I think this question reads: "Hva gjør dere for å forgylle dagen?"
Call me crazy, and here's my number, but this blogger has seen it fit to add a Norwegian blogger in her play list. That blog is located at: http://glambibliotekaren.blogspot.com. I've relied on Google Translate so I can comprehend her entries. Today I think the Glamorous Librarian (How can I not like her? We share a love for Audrey Hepburn) is off to an adventure to celebrate mid-summer.
I make it a point religiously, piously to follow her and other bloggers in my list, and when I miss a new entry, I make sure I'm up to date. Such is my other life in the virtual world.
Of course, I have many things to gild my Saturday with, chief of which is to write what I call a livelihood article. Earlier preparation required mindful reading, then re-reading with a yellow highlighter that I had meant to gift my grand-daughter since it's recommended for kids when they travel. But she's too immersed in Lego world to miss it.
If you've followed me until this paragraph, it is clear that I'm practicing procrastination again, a bad habit of some who live by and with the word. So let me end with this Writing Goals Pyramid that I found in Pinterest. I intend to share it with my students next week, just to make them see that writing, like fashion, is "not for sissies" (thank you, Project Runway, for that line).
Call me crazy, and here's my number, but this blogger has seen it fit to add a Norwegian blogger in her play list. That blog is located at: http://glambibliotekaren.blogspot.com. I've relied on Google Translate so I can comprehend her entries. Today I think the Glamorous Librarian (How can I not like her? We share a love for Audrey Hepburn) is off to an adventure to celebrate mid-summer.
![]() |
| Image of Ms. Hepburn in various hues of blue found in Google+ |
I make it a point religiously, piously to follow her and other bloggers in my list, and when I miss a new entry, I make sure I'm up to date. Such is my other life in the virtual world.
Of course, I have many things to gild my Saturday with, chief of which is to write what I call a livelihood article. Earlier preparation required mindful reading, then re-reading with a yellow highlighter that I had meant to gift my grand-daughter since it's recommended for kids when they travel. But she's too immersed in Lego world to miss it.
If you've followed me until this paragraph, it is clear that I'm practicing procrastination again, a bad habit of some who live by and with the word. So let me end with this Writing Goals Pyramid that I found in Pinterest. I intend to share it with my students next week, just to make them see that writing, like fashion, is "not for sissies" (thank you, Project Runway, for that line).
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
'You are never alone' -- A. Hepburn
| Margie Holmes and Waya Araos |
It sometimes feels one is most alone, especially when in a large group. Good thing that feeling is rare.
Sometimes only a letter can do it for me--I received plenty in my email today: 68 in all! Some kind of record there. And what's nice is, I found time, that most precious commodity (more precious than gold, silver, bronze, even diamonds and rubies), to answer or to acknowledge them. Despite a broken Netbook that's in a repair shop, I've managed to forward important documents to the people who needed to read them. Another great invention: Internet shops! Earlier today I hand-wrote another four letters for mailing later in the day after my 3 p.m. class.
The biggest bonus email came from young friend Sinag de Leon who sent me happy photos from a musical farewell for one of the greatest and most creative human beings I've encountered in this lifetime, Jerry Araos. Thank you, too, Pastor Oscar Suarez, for the reminder to cultivate not just a giving but a wise heart.
![]() |
| By way of also bidding Liwa Araos adieu as she returns to the life she has chosen in Australia. See you again, Liwa, Audrey of my life. |
| Alex and Barbara Mae Dacanay |
| Nympha Sano and Liwa |
| Princess Nemenzo, an excellent reader of poetry who brought tears to the blogger's eyes, and Liwa |
| The great Jerry with two minor writers (the man in blue, Pablo Tariman, will protest) |
| The Araos family members, even in-law Patch, are great huggers. The blogger had to re-learn this gesture from them. |
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Feinstein and Hepburn, the new 'it' combination
Michael Feinstein sings with such open sincerity. I like to play him over and over in my modest YouTube collection. Sometimes though my easy listening is interrupted by tres horrible ads of Goldilocks and other products. Why can't the Tube just let the ads appear atop the video or further to the right and not inside the video itself? I keep having to press the "Skip ad" button.
Yeah, yeah, even the Tube has to earn income the way Jurassic newspapers do.
So Feinstein, as I was saying, sings "I Won't Send Roses" from the musical Mack and Mabel so well that I can only weep along quietly. The awkwardness of the character of Mack reminds me much too much of certain men who can't say it like it is (ahoy there, mate in the Cordi boondocks). Part of the lyrics goes:
My pace is frantic
My temper's cross
With words romantic
I'm at a loss
I'd be the first one to agree
That I'm preoccupied with me
And it's inbred, kid
So keep your head, kid
In me you'll find things
Like guts and nerve
But not the kind of things
That you deserve
And so while there's a fighting chance
Just turn and go
I won't send roses
And roses suit you so.
So this Mabel (after all, Isabel or Isabella is some other language's equivalent of Elizabeth) responds in pictures:
With thanks to the creative commons for the availability of Ms. Hepburn's pictures
Yeah, yeah, even the Tube has to earn income the way Jurassic newspapers do.
So Feinstein, as I was saying, sings "I Won't Send Roses" from the musical Mack and Mabel so well that I can only weep along quietly. The awkwardness of the character of Mack reminds me much too much of certain men who can't say it like it is (ahoy there, mate in the Cordi boondocks). Part of the lyrics goes:
My pace is frantic
My temper's cross
With words romantic
I'm at a loss
I'd be the first one to agree
That I'm preoccupied with me
And it's inbred, kid
So keep your head, kid
In me you'll find things
Like guts and nerve
But not the kind of things
That you deserve
And so while there's a fighting chance
Just turn and go
I won't send roses
And roses suit you so.
So this Mabel (after all, Isabel or Isabella is some other language's equivalent of Elizabeth) responds in pictures:
![]() |
| Remember when my smoke used to get into your eyes? |
![]() |
| This blogger is too old for balcony scenes, whether in Funny Face or Romeo and Juliet fashion. Besides, I don't think the materials new balconies are made of can bear Big Mama's weight. |
![]() |
| That hat! It can fit a bunny inside. It gives me an idea of what to wear for my next trip. |
![]() |
| Large sunglasses, you say? Got 'em! Never go out without 'em. As for the little sleeveless dress, would you settle for a kaftan? |
Friday, January 11, 2013
Looking back: The way we were
| Adelle Nadres |
| Aggie Pangilinan |
| Ana Roces |
| Angel Santos |
| Aurora Umali |
| Baybee Silverio |
| Babeth Lolarga |
| Belen Villaraza |
| Audrey Agatep |
| Ana Earnshaw |
| Beth Ramos |
| Bonjet Tolentino |
| Concepcion Respicio |
| Concept Zamora |
| Connie Velasco |
| Consol Manosca |
| Diday Roco |
| Evelyn Mabasa |
| Eugene Mesina |
| Elaine Barretto |
| Cory Amoyo |
| Ihyam Gimenez |
| Bernie Lavengco |
| Grace Gepte |
| Grace Palma |
| Hayni Estrada |
| Helen Lim |
| Cherry Cabrera |
| Cindy Andaya |
| Jill Racela |
| Jinjie Gadi |
| Joji David |
| Mabelle Bagunu |
| Leah Yap-chiongco |
| Laura Orosa |
| Bebet Ranillo |
| Lyn Sanchez |
| Ma-an Barin |
| Marcia Trajano |
| Marianne Martin |
| Marissa Ileto |
| Marilou Sanchez |
| Lota Alix |
| Marissa Medina |
| Mitos Viola |
| Nilda Posadas |
| Nini Sunico |
| Opel Orial |
| Osang Villanueva |
| Rita Heimbrod |
| Pinky Icasiano |
| Rowena Lapid |
| Rosalyn Tongson |
| Soki Lee |
| Rowena Villamayor |
| Teresita Valero |
| Suyin Sancho |
| Tess Monsalud |
| Tina Chua |
| Tere Rey |
| Tochie Tongco |
| Trollie del Mundo |
| Vicki Narciso |
| Vicky Picardal |
| Yvonne Saludo |
| Eleanor Lim |
| Len Guevara |
| Malou Cor Veau |
| Merilyn Arroyo |
| Normita Carreon |
| Pam Banez |
| Pearl Dimaguila |
| Pearl Drilon |
| Punay Gonzales |
| Regina Cammayo |
| Yumi Espino |
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)











