I am currently sneaking peeks at Master Showman through my left-ajar bedroom door.

They are showing yet another music video of Billy Joe Crawford. Oh, well. No surprises there.

There is barely a trace of sleepiness in me, despite the very wee morning hour. Blame it on the combination of Nescafe Butterfinger-flavored frothy coffee and Selecta Take-Two ice cream I had for dessert.

I was supposed to watch either Kung-Fu Hustle or The Terminator on video tonight, but ended up with an episode of Tales of Horror. This series is kind of redundant on its stand-alone stories, especially the plot in which a certain woman dies and returns to haunt her still-living love seeking some kind of closure, usually for his forgiveness or for revenge. And those Japanese actors and actresses look too alike for anyone to tell them apart.

Admittedly, though, Tales of Horror has an undeniable hypnotic appeal, like reality shows, Meteor Garden or those Golden Harvest wire-fu flicks.

There was a dawn blackout and electricity just kicked back in. I had to do my editing under the mercy of an ergonomically designed emergency lamp.

These outages in the early morning hours have been pretty common lately. Perhaps they are doing some “line tightening” with the rainy season still in full swing.

I just saw the music video of Meja’s Hippies in the 60s. It was well-directed and the concept was commendable, a post-modern, gender-bending rendition of the Grimm Brothers’ Snow White.

Meja played all the roles: the evil poisoned-apple-bearing witch, the princess, and the rescuing knight/prince. Her voice sounded more sultry and mature, quite different from its rather ethereal appeal when she was featured in Ricky Martin’s love ballad Private Emotion.

I still have not watched A Walk to Remember, the movie based on the book by Nicolas Sparks of the same title, as my schedule only gives me free time after midnight, not even allowing room to catch the Last Full Show. Maybe I shall try to sneak it into my schedule come Monday.

However, if you have read or seen the movie of Eric Segal’s Love Story, then you might very well have an idea of how A Walk To Remember will wrap up.

There are so many parallels between the two stories, foremost of which are: the rich boy hero, the lower middle class and down-to-earth heroine, and the Big Bad Illness That Gets in the Way. Not to mention that both films have catchy love ballads dominating their respective soundtracks.

If anyone here is familiar with the Argentine telenovela Monica Brava, it might also be interesting to note that Shane West, the leading man in A Walk to Remember, looks remarkably like the actor playing the dark, daredevil lawyer with the slicked-back hair Sergio Costa.

Sergio is currently the Number One Rival of Ivo de Carlo, the telenovela’s leading man, for Monica’s love. Really, Monica should go for Sergio, no question. Ivo is just so damn colorless, plus he and Florencia Rizzo deserve each others’ stupidity.

Lupin III midnight marathon as usual, which makes Wednesdays-going-Thursdays something to look forward to.

Last night we saw the police comedy series Satsu on IBC-13, topbilled by local action star Robin Padilla and Hong Kong ex-starlet of sorts turned Philippine recording artist Jacky Woo.

The ending credits of the show was accompanied by the Luna Sea tune Love Is, now bastardized by Mister Woo with his accented Filipino lyrics. Sacrilege, to say the very least.

This afternoon, I passed through the Amigo Terrace Mall and saw a huge poster of Virtua Fighter 4 at the display window of Iloilo Discount House. The poster featured the latest character incarnations of the fighting game’s most recent installment.

I was just about ready to die there, because all 14 Virtua Fighters were in the very attractive, very colorful image. Instead, I had to gather myself and rush off to complete accessory shopping so I could get home in time to catch my soap operas.

Gah. I have been turned into a devout follower of Sana ay Ikaw na Nga, all because of Eric Quizon’s pretty, gay, clever character Gilbert.

Last night I had heaploads of fun watching Elizabeth, the movie that made Cate Blanchett one of my all-time favorite actresses, for the fifth time since it first came out on the silver screen several years ago.

The movie remains on my Top Ten Most-Loved List up until today. I give due recognition to RPN-9 for airing this brilliant film.

With this latest viewing of said movie, I fell madly in love with Sir Francis Walsingham, the black-clad, Snape-like, cunningly clever advisor of the Queen, who was portrayed by Geoffrey Rush.

Papa Geoff was also deliciously sexy as Javert in the movie rendition of Les Miserables.

Right now RPN-9 is showing I Know What You Did Last Summer.

According to Sarah Michelle Gellar and Jennifer Love Hewitt themselves, the movie’s title should be amended to I Know What Your Breasts Did Last Summer because they spent most of their screen time running around in skimpy, damp tank tops.

Sarah even admitted in a Cosmopolitan interview that she had to wear breast enhancers to keep up the “bouncy” look when she lost weight during the course of the shooting.

That’s show business for you.