Saving Private Olivia...

I never thought of joining the army.

I'm not exactly the type of person who enjoys discipline and drills. However I must say that even in the army, there is a bright side of life.

One must always look on the bright side of life. Even if at first it looks like the final moments of Dante's Inferno.

I have been saving this blog for the last couple of days. The reason is simple. I was waiting to get photos. 'Photos of what?' I can sense most of you thinking.

My day in the army is the answer.

And not just my day. Philip and Gerard (the composer and author) had to join in as well. The sort of boot camp was organised by 'Xarabank' which is Malta's most popular and watched programme.

At first I accepted to do it just for fun. But even though it was fun, we did some serious stuff as well.

On arrival to the Army HQ, we were given Army Uniforms to wear. Philip had to make do with their largest size, which was a couple of sizes (underestimated) smaller than his own size. Philip is becoming overweight by the minute. Maybe it's the stress taking its toll. Gerard on the other hand remains slim and calm. Too calm for the Army Sergeant who started shouting at us, left, right and center.

The army drill is not as simple as it might look. We were shown how to march properly and how to respond to orders. Philip is even more clumsier than I am. And that takes a lot. He could not manage to co-ordinate his arms and legs. They just go wherever they please! :)

Combat training was next. They painted our faces with camouflage colours. It actually looks nice. We shot blanks, threw smoke grenades and rescued a wounded soldier...who turned out to be Philip. He looked much better now lying peacefully on the stretcher. :)

The exercise I enjoyed most was absailing.

At first we tried it out by climbing down a structure at the Army's HQ. We then moved on to a proper cliff. As I looked down from the top, I started regretting getting into this fix. But as soon as I decided that I had to do it (I really had no choice :)) then I found it to be exhilirating, totally enjoyable!

So Saving Private Olivia Day was a success after all!

I must go as I am late for the last rehearsal for the concert. I am really looking forward to tonight's show. It is my first concert and most of all I am singing for the first time with a lot of friends like Ira Losco, Fabrizio Faniello, Debbie Scerri, Lawrence Gray and a host of others.

So speak to you tomorrow...I hope I wake up early enough! :) Olivia

My lips were sealed...

It had been on the tip of my tounge for ages.

My fingers were itching to type it down in my blog.

But I couldn't say anything. My lips were sealed. Now it has finally been officialy announced. An agreement has been struck between the Maltasong Board and MTV Europe to promote Malta using Vertigo. Yahoo!!! :)

This decision has come a long way. There was no doubt that everybody thought it was a good idea. But good ideas do not run on their own steam. They need finances.

MTV Europe is represented in Malta by a company owned by Grace Borg, the former Maltasong Chairman. Through her intervention, MTV offered to air a number of television spots throughout this month and up till the Eurovision Song Contest, next month.

The offer was made quite some time ago. But as I said, it couldn't materialise due to lack of funds. It was only through the personal intervention of Minister Francis Zammit Dimech that this important step has become a reality.




I really must say that the Minister has been a great help. He has tried to assist in all he could and I am pleasantly surprised that a person who has such an important job finds the time to get involved and go to such lengths to see that something happens.

Promotion is an important tool in the Eurovision Song Contest sphere. It is not the only ingredient in a winning package, don't get me wrong. But good promotion normally brings good results. And this is exactly why the MTV offer couldn't be missed.

I am even happier that I am able to contribute that little bit to putting Malta on the map as a tourist attraction. Using a Eurovision song to promote the island is a new way of approaching things. I just hope it works! :)

Now to something completely different. I've been invited to go to a bootcamp with the Malta Armed Forces. It lasts one whole day. Supposedly Philip and Gerard (the composer and author) are coming as well. I am dying to see who is the macho, out of the three of us.

I will let you know more tomorrow. Hopefully with photos.

Speak to you again tomorrow! :)

I feel good...

At last.

My throat has stopped hurting me and my voice is back to it's loud past.

And what's more. I'm in good spirits and really feeling ready for the hectic two weeks which lay ahead. In 10 days' time I will be on a plane to Helsinki. I'm looking forward to that. I'm also looking forward to meeting Anna again this week. She's coming over from Cyprus and staying here with us till we all leave (including her) for the song contest.

Anna wasn't coming with me to Helsinki, but I convinced her otherwise. I would have felt uncomfortable without her nearby...at last I've found someone whom I trust with my performance moves...or lack of them! :)

The backing vocalists are also coming to Malta this week. I've never actually met them. So I hope all will go well. I've heard they are extremely good and professional. They will be rehearsing both the voice part and the choreography. All three of them have certain moves to learn...at least we have the time.

On Friday, I will be attending Malta's most popular TV programme called 'Xarabank'. It is going to be held from the Valletta Waterfront on the eve of my farewell concert during the Malta Fireworks Festival. Peppi Azzopardi the presenter told me that almost 3,000 people have confirmed they would be attending...wow!

The farewell concert will be fun. It is being presented by Zoo. I've heard they have quite a few surprises for the crowds. Some of my friends like Ira Losco, Lawrence Gray, Glen Vella, Fabrizio Faniello, Ludwig, J. Anvil, Klinsmann, William Mangion, Mike Spiteri, Freddie Portelli, Julie Zahra, Debbie Scerri and many others will be performing.

So if you are in need of a good laugh, and enjoy music, this concert is a must. I really hope all goes well! :) It would surely help me go to Helsinki with a big smile! :)

So, in a nutshell and without beating around the bush...I feel good.

Let's just hope things stay this way!

Speak to you tomorrow...:) Olivia

You give me fever...

You may be wondering why I haven't posted anything for the past few days.

Well, here it is.

The past weeks have finally taken their toll. After a somewhat sleepless night, I woke up early Tuesday morning, right after coming back from the arduous trip to Belgium and the Netherlands feeling a bit oozy. Milly (my cocker spaniel) wasn't behaving as usual. That is, she was actually behaving for once. No running around and jumping on our bed.

She probably sensed I was not feeling well. I started dressing up and looked at the bright sunlight seeping through my semi closed window. How come was I feeling so cold when the temperature on my kitchen clock was 22 degrees?

I had a fever. 102 Farehneit to be precise. I rarely have fevers. The last time I had one was five years ago. And it was related to over exertion. As it is this time.

I'm not exactly a hypochondriac. I rarely go to the doctor. Only when I cannot stand my mum's continuous grumbling that I go. I find that a visit to the doctor is heaven when compared to one of mum's grumbling sprees.

But I had to go to the doctor, as I was not feeling well at all. It turns out I am a bit overtired and have a cold. Therefore, I had to stay in bed, the doctor said.

I immediately thought of my trip to Romania. I was supposed to leave for Bucharest tomorrow. I thought I had better try to rest and go.

By yesterday evening, I still had a fever. Robert (the Maltasong Boss) phoned. I have come to know Robert very well, to the point that I realised he was very worried. Without hesitations he told me that he was cancelling the trip to Romania, so that I could rest.

Robert is one of the best persons I have ever met. So considerate and so professional at the same time. Being a successful businessman he has been dedicating almost all of his time to this festival. Not everyone's piece of cake believe me. And he knows how to take a decision and stand by it. Not always an easy proposition.

So here I am, lying in bed, sipping Sprite and taking Panadols to keep my fever down. I am feeling much better now. Another two days, and I'll be as good as gold. Milly is already starting to misbehave again. So I must be getting better. 'Stop it Milly!' I shout at her as she bounces on my laptop and deletes a whole paragraph from my blog! :)

Speak to you tomorrow! :) Olivia

The Aviator...

I hate airports.

I do not wish to sound repetitive.

But, I hate airports.

Since the message should have gone through by now, let me explain the predicament I am in at the moment.

I woke up at 4am this morning. Not even the birds had woken up. I could hear them chirping angrily at the noise I was making in the process of repacking my flight bag for the zillionth time this month.

Off to the airport for my flight to Brussels. I was first meant to go to Munich and then head off to Brussels from there. I arrived in Munich at 11:45am.

As soon as I set foot in the terminal, the word delayed came springing on the screen right next to the Brussels flight. Up till then I was not worried. Delays happen...especially in airports.

I was just coming to the check in desk, when in the distance the word 'delayed' changed to 'cancelled'. I quickly searched for my glasses just to make sure I was seeing right.

My eyesight is not perfect, but I was right. The flight was cancelled.

So here I am, stranded in Munich Airport since all flights to Brussels Airport have been cancelled due to a fireworkers' strike. I am now sitting down, looking pretty in the Terminal, waiting for news and typing this blog at the same time! :)

The problem is I was meant to be in Hasselt for a television programme, TVL Studio live, at 5pm. That's obviously gone now.

My only hope is that of taking a flight to Amsterdam. As soon as I get there I will probably hop on a train to Antwerp where I'm supposed to be interviewed by a tv magazine show called De Rode Loper. Then off to a party at the D-Club.

I was meant to watch The Aviator the other day. I'm glad I'didn't. I'm not a big aviation fan at the moment!

Will probably post again later on tonight. Let's hope I make it to Antwerp! :)

Speak to you soon.

Shall we dance, Anna?

I'm writing today's blog from my Minsk hotel room bed. I look to my side...but Milly's not here. She is probably on my mum's bed at home thinking of me. I really miss her. Going to sleep without her seems weird. Something's missing.

It has been a full day in Minsk. Everything's gone well. I've met loads of people and the press seem to be liking the song. We had some time to wander around Minsk. It is a nice place, extremely up and coming. The cold is unbearable however. I had to wear all my manly vests underneath my clothing in order to preserve some warmth. I will soon be looking the size of Joe Dalmas who is accompanying me! :)

The team behind my site have finally decided to reveal that Anna Christodoulidou will be doing the choreography for Vertigo. I am so, so, so glad that Anna has been chosen! She is wonderful. And she knows her job very well.

The Vertigo choreography will look good. I've seen it now and I'm convinced. Nothing overdramatic, mind you. The song is dramatic in itself. No need to emphasise the obvious. But the blending of moves and other surprises which I'm not supposed to talk about, will make the song complete.

At least that's what I hope.

Jes with his gong and Joseph with his violin have blended well. More than I thought they actually would, especially in Joseph's case. But Anna has handled
them well.




Robert Abela, the Maltasong boss, has managed to smile for the first time in weeks. The choreography part was killing him. Look at him. His hair has grown white with worry! He likes what Anna is proposing, just like the rest of us do. Anna will be coming back in a couple of weeks. The three female backing vocalists will also be joining us in Malta round about the same period. They were chosen by Philip Vella with the help of the Swedish guys at G:songs. I'm told they're very good.

Hopefully all will work out well. Even though things are looking up, there are a million things which could go wrong. Hopefully none of them will. Especially my moves.

As many of you may have noticed I'm not really the graceful type. Clumsy is the right word in my case. Anna has given me loads of tricks which I am adopting when practicing my moves. It's not looking as bad as I thought it would. I'm actually getting better! :)

So shall we dance, Anna? I hope so, I really do.

Off to sleep as I have an early flight to Vienna to catch. Have to be at the airport at 3am! Grrr...I hate airports! :)

Speak to you tomorrow!

Airport hopping and cold spells!

Airport Minsk 2 - Arrivals. The much awaited sign comforts me. I have finally arrived in Belarus's capital city. After more than 15 hours of travelling, I really need a good night's rest.

It took three flights to get here. The first one left Malta at 5am. I actually went to the airport at around 3:30am. My mother is so fussy when it comes to travelling. So she made me go to the airport two hours before the flight. If it had been up to me, I would have been there at the last possible moments.

I hate airports. A lot.

My first flight landed in Rome at around 7am. The next flight to Vienna was scheduled at 11am. Four long hours waiting at the airport, having nothing better to do than going through the same shops for the millionth time and reading countless magazines. I have become an expert on relationships, sex, how to become a millionaire and countless other subjects which so commonly crop up in these sort of publications.

We arrived in Vienna at 1pm. The stop was not as lengthy as that in Rome. One hour later we were on our way to Belarus.

And finally we're here. My, it's cold! I'm really not made for cold weather. This is nowhere near Malta...Malta is a furnace compared to this. I hardly manage to send a quick sms home to reassure them I have arrived safe and sound. My fingers are hurting me too much for smsing!

We are immediately taken to our hotel. Minsk is a lovely city. We go through Victory Square and manage to catch a glimpse of the Railway Station. It is a marvel. The hotel is nice as well. The bed seems so nice and welcoming. The problem is that I cannot go to sleep. I have to go to a party somewhere in Minsk at around 12:30am. At least that's when the taxi is picking me and Joe Dalmas (a Maltasong representative who is accompanying me). Joe is such a nice person. He always has a smile ready for all occasions. I really think his presence will be a great help for us, to tide us over the difficult times when we are in Helsinki.

It seems I have a full day planned tomorrow. I'm supposed to be meeting the press. They will probably ask me to sing part of the Belarus song. Which is no problem as I like it a lot. I also have my own song recorded in Russian. I had participated with this song in Kazakistan. It may come useful as well.

Anyway...I really have to go as my internet credit is running out. And hopefully, I will still have enough credit to post tomorrow's blog, together with a couple of photos.

Speak to you tomorrow.

Easter ramblings...

It has been a hell of a weekend. Not in terms of work done, which is very little, but in terms of food eaten, which is quite a lot!

The traditional Easter Sunday Lunch is well celebrated in Malta. Whole families gather round an improvised table and eat away for the best part of three or four hours, before succumbing to the pleasures offered by an afternoon siesta.

Our Easter Lunch was no different than previous years. As all the family gathered round the table, a dish of crusted bruschettas appeared on the horizon as if from nowhere. Three dishes of seafood appeared next. Traditionally we usually have baked macaroni as a starter. We call this dish 'imqarrun -il forn' which basically translates in 'macaroni cooked in an oven'. However we tried out something different this time round. A big roast of beef soon found its place in the middle of the table. Wine was plentiful. A conoisseure wuld not have touched it, but it still went down well with everyone. 'After the first two glasses they all taste the same' my grand father used to say! Good old house wine produced by a friend of ours from Bahrija.

Cheese and dessert ended this joint effort at consuming the largest quantities of food imaginable. Then off to sleep.

I have just woken up, feeling a bit oozy. I must have overslept. As I start typing out today's blog, I realise that this is actually my last weekend in Malta before I leave for Helsinki. On Tuesday I restart my promo tour in Belarus. I've been to Minsk a couple of times before and have a couple of friends living there. It should be fun.

I come back to Malta on Thursday and leave again on Friday, this time off to Brussels to meet dear Olivier. Olivier runs an extremely popular website in Belgium and he has organised a promo tour for some Eurovision participants. I enjoy Brussels. Especially since my cousing Jackie lives in Brussels working as a lawyer with the European Commission.

I come back from Brussels on Monday and head off to Romania soon after...

It's going to be tough. I will miss my family and most of all darling Milly, who will have to make do with my mum's bed from now on. I wish I could take her to Brussels. Although I'm not sure the hotel guys would approve! :)

I have to go. The Danish Royal National Ballett is in Malta together with HRH The Princess Benedikte who seems to be a very nice person indeed. They are here for an event organised by Noel Buttigieg Scicluna who is Malta's Ambassador in Copenhagen. Noel is a friend of Mark's (my partner) and Mark will be filming and directing this show with a 9 camera setup at the Manoel Theatre in Valletta. So he's a bit edgy and all that and I don't want to uspet him by being late! :)



Have to go.



Speak to you again tomorrow!

A tale of two fishes...

Good Friday is a public holiday in Malta. And thank God for that (literally). Most Maltese fast for a whole day on Good Friday and are usually not fit for work.

At the very least, no meat is consumed. Only fish is allowed.

Don't get me wrong. I like fish. Even though I honestly do not see a rational distinction between fish and meat. If one shouldn't eat meat, I don't really see why one should eat fish. Poor fish! It's a bad day for them today! :)

Speaking of fish, I always wanted to keep an aquarium with two goldfish inside. I don't anymore. The last attempt wasn't very succesful. Especially for the fish. I simply cannot seem to control how much food I give them. And goldfish have grown an annoying tendency of dying on me. So I haven't pursued my aquarium dream anymore.

This morning I woke up nice and early, knowing that I had very little to do. So I put on my oldest track suit and my running shoes, put an excited Milly on a leash and went out for a walk. I live at 'Bahrija' which is an extremely small village on the limits of Rabat, Northern Malta. This place is a heaven on earth. It is literally found in the middle of a vast stretch of farm land. Rubble walls and old roads link this place to the 'normal' world. I really feel that living here is one big holiday. It doesn't really feel like a home...it feels more like a retreat. Which is just as well, since I do not spend much time here.

Milly loves the countryside. She goes mad as soon as her tiny paws set foot outside. I don't let her off the leash. I really worry that something could happen to her so I don't take risks. My walk took almost two hours. I really try to cleanse my mind during these outings. It is the only time I am able to think properly.

My thoughts today go to the British soldiers killed in Basra. Joanna Dyer, Ella Dlugosz, Kris O'Neill and Adam James Smith died because of the war. The futility of their deaths makes me sad. One photo shown around the world was that of Kris holding his baby son. It is so unfair on the little child. His father died whilst serving his country. But this child will remain fatherless for the rest of his life. Moments like this show the real cruelty of war. War should be the last resort, not the first option. I think many have realised that by now.

I arrive at home and immediately go to the kitchen. Two lovely fishes are staring at me from the kitchen table. It surely is a tale of two fishes today. So let's make the most of it!

Happy Easter to you all! Speak to you again tomorrow.

The 11th Year...

It has finally happened. After 11 long (and sometimes agonizing) years my Eurovision Single is out. And I must say it has been worth the wait.

My family and friends spent the whole of last night and today, all day long, packing cd's and dvd's into their cases.This is a tedious job which has to be done. We decided to pack everything ourselves in order to keep the costs down. The reason is simple: we wanted to sell the dvd and cd pack at the least possible price.

In fact the end price was set at Lm3 (the equivalent of 7 Euros). This price gets you a CD which includes the original Vertigo, the unplugged version and the remix, together with a DVD of the music video plus a very nice making of the video.

My mother managed to spend the whole morning sitting down and packing DVDs. It took us a great deal to get her up from her chair. She's getting old! :)

Catherine. my aunt, similarly spent the day packing. The night shift was made up of Angie, Pablo, Louise and David who happens to be my boyfriend's brother.

The design was done by a new guy whom I've just met. He calls himself Mattu...short for Matthew. His work is brilliant and I'm really happy at what he has managed to design.

All printing was managed by Stephen (who is also my boyfriend's brother). He managed to get the intricate designs printed in style, without actually charging for his work. Without Stephen's help we would never have made it.

Everything has now been packed. And as I lay in bed typing this blog, I can only say one thing. The 11th Year has been totally worth the wait. I even manage to smile as I think of all my previous second placings. And that says quite a lot! :)

Goodnight! Speak to you tomorrow!

Meet the parents...

I was born on the 18th October, 1978. It was a Wednesday. They tell me I was quite a heavy baby. Nothing has changed as such.

My appetite was at its best from the very beginning. There again. Nothing has changed much. I cried a lot at night. My father could not sleep for the best part of six months. My mother used to sleep and care for me during the day.

My mum and dad are the single reason why I am now representing my country in the Eurovision Song Contest. They did so much for me when I was young. As soon as they realised I could sing, they pushed me and encouraged me to improve my voice. They enrolled me in countless children's competitions.

My first competitive festival was in 1986. I was eight years old. I can still remember my trembling feet going up the steps as if they were leading to a hangman's scaffold. As soon as my face appeared on stage I was met by a crowd of two hundred waiting for me to sing. 'You are strong Olivia...you will do it', I said to myself. I placed one before last.

The next years were spent participating in almost two hundred festivals. I won all of them.

My father is a tile layer by profession. His work is extremely sought after and I've never known him to be without a job. He is diligent and professional. He is also soft spoken and shy.

My mother is loud and outspoken. Maybe that's why she clicked on so well with my father. A bit on the heavy side of things she loves eating and making other people eat as much as she does. Most pets we've had at home actually died from cholesterol. But they died happy. And that's mum. She is so altruistic and caring. Mum would give anything to make other people happy. Even at her own expense.

My parents have always wanted one thing from life. That me and my sister do well in life. They spared no money on us. Even if it meant that they could not afford to live as good a life as they wished. I still like to stare at my graduation photo. Mum and dad look so proud! Even as I speak my eyes go wet. Maybe it's because I'm a bit tired.

Mum and dad are simple people. But they have given their life to us. And I will always remember that. For the rest of my life.

Thank you mum. Thank you dad. I love you.

Speak to you tomorrow.

Life is a box of chocolates...

'Life's a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get' said Forrest Gump's mother. And I agree with her. Life is a box of chocolates.

Actually, life is a complicated box of chocolates. There's nothing simple in life.

My life is getting more complicated by the hour. As you may know I have spent the past weeks looking at different choreographies by different people. Most of them have gone that extra step to come up with something original and spectacular. And I appreciate that a lot.

However, I am only human and obviously I have a personal favourite.

Anna is a choreographer from Cyprus - the one whom I danced with in the Cypriot ESC presentation a few weeks ago. And while I can honestly say that I liked most of the choreographies which were put forward to me, I have to admit that I love Anna's rendition of Vertigo.

She took her initial inspiration from the music video itself. And that's good. I like the music video and always wanted uniformity in our presentation. Today we got Joseph (the violinist) and Jes (the dancer) together with Anna to prepare a presentation rehearsal. I decided to involve myself as well.

I actually tried on the dress I will probably be wearing in Helsinki. And in a matter of hours we had a solid performance under our belt. I have to say that my worst fears have been swept away as if they were leaves in a tornado.

Joseph Chetcuti was simply amazing. I never thought he could dance at all! Come on...he's a lawyer. But his moves simply flowed. And he was really relieved. He had been worried stiff for the past weeks that he would not be up to it. But he is. And I'm glad for him.

Jes was similarly great. He is such a good dancer. Flexible, creative and trustworthy.

We actually improvised backing vocals. My cousin Nikita (who is a dancer) offered to stand in for the Swedish backing vocalists. And she spent the day rehearsing with Anna and one of her friends. They actually got well into it. And I could see they were a bit sad that this was just a rehearsal and not the real thing.

Philip and Gerard came to watch. Philip was immediately hired to play the CD from the CD player. You can see him standing looking pensively at us trying our moves.

Albert is one of my team's most trusted friends. We really love Albert and his way of doing things. When I have a big thing coming up such as an important performance, Albert always comes into the dressing room just a few minutes before the show and says a loud prayer to which we all have to respond in chorus. For this particular rehearsal Albert is in charge of the fans.

I almost forgot to mention the fans. Yes, we will be using fans. Details later though. And if you think that Shasha got her new hair do because she spent a lot of time in front of the fan you are very much mistaken. It is not a wig. It is her hair!!! She looks awful! :) But that's Shasha.

My knowing all these lovely people makes life a box of chocolotes. And a very tasty one, come to think of it! :)

Speak to you tomorrow!

It's a long way to Tipperary...

In a month's time I will be walking up the steps of the Helsinki Eurovision stage. A month is not too far off. But it seems a long way away right now.

As you may have noticed I did not post any blogs this weekend. I've been snowed under to the point that I was beginning to panic. It was a weekend spent running from Joseph the tailor to a flat in Sliema where I've been trying out choreography moves with Anna.

Anna is a remarkable choregrapher from Cyprus. Some of you may have seen her dressed in manly clothes during my performance in the Cypriot National Final. (see video below)

Anna will probably be doing the choreography for Helsinki. I will know more about this tomorrow and I promise, you will be the first to know. Robert Abela, the guy in charge of Maltasong, can be extremely secretive sometimes. No wonder his hair has gone white! :)

In the meantime all the promotional material for the song has been readied. I've seen the stuff and it's great. All promotional stuff will be sent abroad by the end of this week. I've been promised to get the CD cover for Vertigo. And lo and behold a few minutes ago I found it in my email. I've been told to keep it under wraps but I really must make up for not posting anything these past two days.

So here it is. This is my CD Cover for Vertigo. It was designed by Where's Everybody, the company who produced the video. I like it a lot. Hope you do as well.

I have to run as I can hear my cell phone ringing. It's probably Robert panicking that I am late once again for my rehearsal.

It's a long way to Tipperary. Or is it Helsinki? My God! :)

Speak to you tomorrow!