Oeuvre of Passionate Hands

Tons and tons of notes to play

I will be reading notes all day

Nodding to politicians,

Leaders, and other musicians 

On a throne like royalty

People stare and smile at me

Clueless they all are

That I would rather be far

 

..Okay. Rhyme time don’t seem to work for me. Anyhue, I will be out for the rest of the day and I won’t be back until later this evening (though I hope not so late, I would soo love to blog before I go to sleep). Busy, busy, busy again! People celebrating an occasion - and need an accompanist. People mourning the loss of a loved one - and need an accompanist. People preparing for a new occasion to celebrate - (what else?) they need an accompanist.

No, don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. Its difficult to say no to what I love doing. The hard part is the distance (of gigs and playing areas) and the time (they mostly need you at the same time - or not at all), and sometimes the people I have to put up with (horrible, weakening, horrible!)

But.. I’m stil not complaining. Anyway, I’m off to my days new challenge. Hope its a great day for most of us! Cheers! 

I’ve been humming this song for quite some time. I can’t call it LSS (last song syndrome) because I have not heard this song recently. When it suddenly invaded my cranial jukebox I looked for it in my PC’s unreliable hard disk and, you guessed it. Its not there. It was there, before my computer crashed. And the cd is with my friend whom I have not heard from since college.

I would provide an audio link to it if I were’nt too lazy at the moment (because right now only my fingers are moving and all else that moves is hardly voluntary). Anyway, you can do it!  

Okay, I’ll help you a bit. Here’s the title. And the artist. And the lyrics.

 

 

me. Me! ME!!!

Its all about me!

The musicality thingie is another blog thingie from blogthings (thingie!) and its all about ME! Of course! I took the test so the answers to the questions can only be by ME! (that didn’t sound right)

All right, read up about ME and after that maybe you can write something about YOU! Yeah Y-O-U!! you. You! YOU!! As in all about you!!

Okay, with that said, move along now. 

I Am an Indie Rocker!

I am  in it for the love of the music… And I couldn’t care less about being signed by a big label. I’m all about loving and supporting music - not commercial success. I may not have the fame and glory, but I have complete control of my career.

I Am 43% Indie

I’m pretty indie, but I don’t make a fuss letting everyone know. (or something like that) I just do what I like. I enjoy many types of things - from trendy to bizarre.

My Musical Tastes Match: Jennifer Garner

See her whole playlist here (iTunes required)

Pardon me for using Tagalog for this post. It is something that I wrote a few years back and I just wanted to put it up on my blog. I’m currently working on the english translation so do be patient please, it will be posted ASAP. Its about the emotional drive of mens attraction towards women that would end up in a rather peculiar conclusion.

For those who can read tagalog I would like to hear from you. Do let me know your thoughts on this one. 

 

Lalaki ako.

Matipuno at kaakit-akit.

Nasasaktan pero hindi umiiyak.

Nakikipag-away pag tinititigan.

Nabugbog na pero bida pa rin sa kuwentuhan.

Malakas uminom pero hindi nalalasing.

Naglalaway sa suso.

Tinitigasan sa kurbada ng bewang.

 

Ikaw! Babae ka.

Tumititig sa mga lalaki.

Nagpapantasya habang tulala sa aking mga labi.

Di mo alam napapansin ko.

Inilulugay mo ang buhok mo

at sinasadyang ihampas sa mukha ko pagdaaan ko.

 

Lalaki ako.

Nabubugnot sa tagal ng paliligo mo.

Naguguluhan sa dami ng ipinipintura mo sa mukha mo

At nalilito ako sa dami ng pinamimilian mong damit na di mo rin naman

isinusuot.

 

Babae ka.

Importante sa’yo na malinis at mabango ka.

Nagme-make up ka para mapansin ng mga lalaking tulad ko ang mga

pangbabago sa

mukha mo.

Pinapahaba mo ang buhok mo para mas madaling ayusin,

Kahit nagkaka-hadhad ka na sa batok at nauupuan mo na ang mahaba mong

buhok.

Nag aahit ka ng kilay para magmistulang manipis ito para maitago ang

katotohanang mas mabalahibo ka pa kaysa sakin.

 

Lalake ako.

Kaya kong patigasin lahat ng muscle sa katawan ko.

Matapang ako.

Matapang ang mukha ko.

Hindi mo ako pwedeng tawaging bakla.

Magagalit ako.

Pero kung babae ka magagalit pa rin ako.

At sisiguraduhin kong mararamdaman mo ang lalim ng galit ko.

 

Babae ka.

Umuungol ka pag nasasaktan.

Umuungol ka pag nasasarapan.

Umuungol ka pag nag-iinarte ka.

At umuungol ka pag nagbabata-bataan ka.

 

Oo. Babae ka.

Nagpapantasya,

naglulugay,

matagal maligo,

matagal magbihis,

nagpipintura ng mukha,

nag-aahit ng kilay,

umuungol sa maraming dahilan,

pero naintindihan kita.

 

Lalake ako - noon, nagpapapansin at pinapansin mo.

Babae ka - noon, sinusundan-sundan pa kita ng hindi mo alam.

Lalake ako - noon, pinag-aawayan natin ang mga abubot mo sa katawan

pero…

 

Babae na ako - ngayon,

nagpapantasya,

nag-aayos ng buhok,

matagal maligo,

matagal magbihis,

nagpipintura ng mukha,

nag-aahit ng kilay,

umuungol sa maraming dahilan pero malimit sa sakit.

 

Sa sakit ng dulot ng mga lalaki.

Sa mga lalaking katulad ko… noon.

 

It seem that most Filipinos indeed have a lot of time to kill and as impressive as we are in our chosen field (or atleast we claim to be), we still manage to come up with witless thoughts.

Odd as it may seem, these witless thoughts consume our time and we even consider these thoughts worth pondering. Here are some examples of these uncommon sense defying statements:

-When maggots die, do they get maggots too?

-Are soda’s allowed during coffee breaks?

-Why are blackboards green?

-If the poison expires, is it still poisonous? 

-Are questions answerable by yes or no considered easy questions? Try the following and then let me know (remember to answer yes or no only)

-Do you not take a bath?

-Thinking is not good for your health, right?

-Can difficult times not be skipped?

Pam sent this.Its quite an encouraging story for those of us collecting years for some time now and have yet to let something bright and explosive come out of our minute existence. Do read on.

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged
us to get to know someone we didn’t already know. I stood up to look
around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.

"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.

She jokingly replied, "I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…"

"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!" she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.

Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.

There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!

There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."

She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose."

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s never to late to be all you can possibly be.

As a follow up on my previous post, I must emphasize that population explosion can only result to the following:

Meet the parents: 

 

 

Meet the child:

 

look like someone you know?

 

How about this:

Parents:

 

the child:

 

and again, the parents:

 

Nice!

Now meet the child:

 

We’re not being judgemental here, just trying to save the world from natural "funny faces".

 

One of the reasons why it is quite important to control our growing population.

The Parents 

 

the child

 

The Parents

 

the child

 

The Parents

 

the child

 

The Parents

 

the child

 

The Parents

 

the child

 

I had this previously posted on Magnificent rapture and I thought I’d share this with you all. I got this from one of my valued friends who steadily fill my email inbox. Hope you enjoy the rest of the story as I have!

The day finally arrived. Forrest Gump dies and goes to Heaven. He is at the Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself. However, the gates are closed, and Forrest approaches the gatekeeper.

St. Peter said, “Well, Forrest, it is certainly good to see you. We have heard a lot about you. I must tell you, though, that the place is filling up fast, and we have been administering an entrance examination for everyone. The test is short, but you have to pass it before you can get into Heaven.”

Forrest responds, “It sure is good to be here, St. Peter, sir. But nobody ever told me about any entrance exam. I sure hope that the test ain’t too hard. Life was a big enough test as it was.”

St. Peter continued, “Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test is only three questions.

First: What two days of the week begin with the letter T?
Second: How many seconds are there in a year?
Third: What is God’s first name?”

Forrest leaves to think the questions over. He returns the next day and sees St. Peter, who waves him up, and says, “Now that you have had a chance to think the questions over, tell me your answers.”

Forrest replied, “Well, the first one — which two days in the week begins with the letter “T”? Shucks, that one is easy. That would be Today and Tomorrow.”

The Saint’s eyes opened wide and he exclaimed, “Forrest, that is not what I was thinking, but you do have a point, and I guess I did not specify, so I will give you credit for that answer. How about the next one?” asked St. Peter.

“How many seconds in a year? Now that one is harder,” replied Forrest, but I thunk and thunk about that, and I guess the only answer can be twelve.”

Astounded, St. Peter said, “Twelve? Twelve? Forrest, how in Heaven’s name could you come up with twelve seconds in a year?”

Forrest replied, “Shucks, there’s got to be twelve: January 2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd… ”

“Hold it,” interrupts St. Peter. “I see where you are going with this, and I see your point, though that was not quite what I had in mind….but I will have to give you credit for that one, too. Let us go on with the third and final question Can you tell me God’s first name”?

“Sure,” Forrest replied, “it’s Andy.”

“Andy?” exclaimed an exasperated and frustrated St Peter.

“Ok, I can understand how you came up with your answers to my first two questions, but just how in the world did you come up with the name Andy as the first name of God?”

“Shucks, that was the easiest one of all,” Forrest replied. “I learnt it from the song, “ANDY WALKS WITH ME, ANDY TALKS WITH ME, ANDY TELLS ME I AM HIS OWN.”

St. Peter opened the Pearly Gates, and said: “Run Forrest, run.

Busy learning new songs.

Busy practicing with the band.

Busy with planning.

Busy organizing my music sheet.

Busy preparing our musical equipment.

Busy thinking of the things we haven’t thought of yet.

..and to think I’m hardly participating for this event.

Your Kissing Purity Score: 40% Pure

You’re not one to kiss and tell… But word is, you kiss pretty well.

You Are Scary

You even scare scary people sometimes!

You Are 58% Vain

You’re a little vain, but more than anything you have a healthy amount of confidence. Thinking the world of yourself is great. Just don’t think less of those who aren’t as pretty as you!

Here’s another one from Pam (a college friend). After reading it I checked out quotes from Google about perseverance and there sure is a lot out there. Even the ancients have something to say about perseverance.