Sound of music

Who said English is the universal language? I guess not. I think its music.It’s been said that music is the universal language. The older I get, the more I perceive that this seems to be truth rather than a pretty cliché. Despite what background or country one hails from, music is implanted in the daily way of life of its people.

Music is the inner or universal language of the world. I do not know any other language aside from Tagalog and English. But if music is played, immediately the heart of the music penetrates into my heart, or my heart penetrates into the music. My heart is connecting with the heart of the music and in our connection we become inseparably one.

Music is called the universal language of the world because of many reasons. First and the foremost, music is made up of 7 main notes. No matter, what part of the world you are, and what instruments you occupy yourself with, all the music created are one of the 7 notes. There may be different names for all 7 notes in different parts of the world, but for the musician, they are still the same. Secondly music, being a form of art can reach the deepest parts of your heart and soul. You don’t have to be a psychologist to understand music. As long as any tune and beat make you feel yourself, it is the best doctor a person can find, and best medicine anyone can recommend. Thirdly music, like any other language can express any and every type of emotion. But where it scores more is where the words fell short of expressing, while music can go on and on vocalizing all that you ever want to say.

Music has an ability to transcend. You can lose yourself in another world with music, just like Eminem’s song “Lose Yourself”. It can calm you or it can stimulate your senses. It can motivate you or make you imagine. It can rejuvenate you or bore you to sleep. Music can surprise you, provoke you, or be a voice for the anger you are feeling within. It can make you happy or bring you to tears. It can summon up lingering memories of the past. Music can give you the longing to suddenly play the imaginary air guitar, head bang, or dance around your room. Music is the essential communicator and conductor of emotions.

I am pleased that there is such a diversity of music. To me, music comes and goes into my life, just like my relationships do. Some are here for a short period of time. Some come into your life and stay for a while. Then you may "grow apart" and go your separate ways. Others come into your life at just the right time, giving you strength or a significant voice when you need it most. Others come into your life and never leave, becoming "life-long friends." Some grow on you like a fungus, slowly and painfully. I feel that, like a relationship, each type of music has its spot, and it came into your life at the precise and perfect moment.

Currently, the mood of my play list is melancholy. I guess I’m depressed but there are still some things that offset my problems. Thanks to my friends and especially my best friend. Here is a quote for them: “Time alone can prove the worth of a person. As time goes by, we lose the false ones, and keep the best. Because true people stay when all the rest are gone.” (This makes me teary-eyed really. :’c)

I'll just end this with a quote by Shakespeare, "If music be the food of life, play on".


Table for one

For me, every year it comes, always the same. It's still cold during February but it seems it feels a lot colder than December.

What it's like to be single? It's a roller coaster ride of solitude when I sit in a bunch of happy couples at school, church, restaurants, annoyance at being asked for the nth time why I don’t have a girlfriend yet, contentment from the freedom to travel at the spur of the moment, and grief over the unmet expectations for this phase of my life.

Just by walking at school or in the mall, my sense of sight radars in on couples that are a bit close to each other, unintentionally taunting myself. All I can do is to breathe a heavy sigh, realizing I'm alone. The feeling of loneliness stings me when I don't have anyone to be with, even to talk with, when Valentine's Day is just a few days away. It's kind of depressing. What makes the other couples happy is what makes me suffer in agony.

I always muse over what I had before. Everything was lighter and easier to stomach. The thought of having to share some stories, a few laughs and knowing that there's a person cares as much as you do. Now, it's gone and it seems it doesn't want to return. I've already gotten used to it but still the memories are still there.

Thoughts will come about what could have transpired. But it will just remain a thought. It's always been the case since last February and it has never changed.

What brought me into this situation in the first place? Probably, I haven't met a lot of people besides my classmates because I'm too focused on school and have a short time for socializing. Can anyone blame me for this feeling, when I've been waiting and waiting… and waiting for something that doesn't seem to want to knock on my door?

Its 2006, out of all the special days, Valentine's day is probably the loneliest. The atmosphere of the love month is everywhere, from stores to malls, probably saying it's not the right time to be alone and yet I am. God's crazy about single persons and that genuine fulfillment isn't found in the arms of "Ideal Girl" but in making the most of wherever God has given us even if that's at a table for one.

Best things in life are free

There are some things money can't buy, for everything else there's… Oops, I'm not advertising.

Actually, that advertisement campaign made some strides as it moves and touches those who are watching the said less-than-a-minute ads on TV.

For example, in one such commercial there is a father and his young son headed to the baseball park. It first shows the dad buying his son a hot dog and you see the words, "Hot dog at the big league game…$3.00." The next scene displays the dad buying a game program and the words, "Program…$6.00." Then, one of those large, orange hands with the fingers forming a #1 is shown and you hear something like, "Large, orange hand…$15.00." The ad finishes by exhibiting the father explaining some important aspect of the game to his son, who is listening intently as he looks up at his father with eagerness in his eyes, "Meaningful conversation between a father and a son…priceless."

Just like in our life, there are those priceless moments where we do not know the value, until we ponder about it. Thinking about it long and hard, I've got a few on my list:

1. Family

Well, it may sound clichè but having a family who is supportive in everything you do is a definite plus for me. It's a blessing to have that kind of family. Actually, we're not that close in the sense of talking out loud our problems or happenings in our lives, but at the back of my head, I know that they're just there for everything, whatever happens.

2. Friends

Gosh, I don't know where to start. As you might know, I haven't had a (serious) girlfriend for over three or four years already but it didn't made my life miserable. Thanks to my friends. I treat them just like my brother or sister. Here's a good quotation to sum up what I feel:

"A man pointed a knife at me and asked: "Would you die for your friends?" I laughed. He didn't know I have a gun. So I shot him, saying… "No, i'd kill for them.."

3. Dog

And to borrow a quote from Tony's signature:

"The more people I meet…the more I like my dog…"

Just remember there are some things money can't buy. I know you have your own list for it, just remember to value them right. Do not wait for some other time, do it now.

Number 6, please

It's like a doctor's prescription.

That's what I order every time I visit McDonald's, the never ending cheeseburger meal. When I have a lot on my mind, before going home, I eat at the said fast food chain. Sometimes I have company, more often than not, I'm alone.

It's actually good as I can think of a lot of things. Ranging from problems to problems, did I mention problems? In our house, I really can't think rationally as we also have our fair share of problems at home.

I've found my separate peace sitting, eating, thinking on a four-legged chair in McDo, with all the people inside just a blurry reminder of the outside world.

In the last month or so, I went there 6 times.

But as I swung open the door, leaving the place, I always feel relieved. I'm relieved, knowing that these problems shall pass. Just one number 6 and it seems that it's just like what the doctor ordered.

One last thing, before I forget, I went there yesterday.

Happy Birthday Pops!

Well, it's your 53rd birthday and I just want to greet you. Oops, sorry for blurting out your age. :p Actually, I've a lot to say sorry for. You know, I've changed a lot because of you.

If you could remember the days when I was a black sheep, when I would steal some of your money just so I could get out of the house. If you only knew, I used that money not only for myself but I actually shared it to my friends by playing Counterstrike or eating some food.

Thank God you caught me. As it's one of the hard-luck lessons I've learned in my whole life. That incident actually brought out the better me.

I know everything happens for a reason, and I know why it did happen. It's a learning experience and being a treasurer for the next couple of years in high school changed my perspective.It was hard being a treasurer.

Not only did I have to shell out some money from my own pocket but it's also difficult collecting the class fund. Some will defer their payment, some will not even pay. Thanks to our adviser, Mrs. Antonia Corpuz, who lend a good hand in aiding me with all the stuff to be a good treasurer. One thing I can assure you, I did not get even a single cent for two years of labor.

Anyway, my father and I share a few common interests and a lot of differences. We both like basketball, for one, but I don't get more so his views though. He's really impatient, I'm completely opposite. Plus, when he wants something done, he wants it now, while I, the laid-back guy, will do it later, preferably last minute. Another thing, his voice is so loud my sister, the one I told you in my former posts, is no match for it. I, on the other hand, have a terrible soft voice. Once, I got yelled at by our commandant in high school during our platoon for not screaming the orders loud and clear.

Well, I haven't told you I love you since I was a kid, so this is a good way of saying what I really feel. I love you pa! [Not in a homosexual kind of way] 😉 Thanks for everything.