Happy hearts’ day to everyone, especially to K.

I will try to upload as much as I can this week (probably V-day related, I have several stuff that I have floating about in my brain for days now). Been really busy with work but I’m enjoying my work so far.

Have a great day everyone.

They say that a person’s room says a lot about them. I think the same could be said about hard drives–they are repositories of a person’s interests: what they love, what occupies their time. :3 K’s, for example, is filled with mp3 files of music he loves, or of his own compositions, or of his band’s performances. The percentage that music files fill up in my computer probably won’t even reach 10 percent. Instead, movies, photos, and illustrations clog up my disk space.

I am probably the most tone-deaf person I know (the fact that I was a choir member way back when doesn’t count–I was friends with most of the members and they accepted me right away, without even having to audition, haha), but that doesn’t stop me from loving music some. A lot of people I know spend the most part of the day with earphones plugged into their ears, but I find this really disconcerting. When I can’t hear the sounds of the city–buses honking, engines roaring, cars screeching–I feel like the world is on mute and I am in the spotlight.

Until now whenever someone asks me what kind of music I like, I still have trouble trying to find the right answer. I am not particular with genres or decades, and I am not partial to any singer or band. The songs I like best (such as XTC’s Then She Appeared and Rolling Stones’ She’s Like a Rainbow) are songs that I’ve heard from TV shows, movies, and videos that I liked.

The real pleasure of music, for me, doesn’t come from just listening to it. It comes from being a part of the experience and not merely an audience–you may be the composer, or the guitarist, or the singer. I’m no good at singing, of course.

But I find that it’s more fun to sing your heart out when you don’t have to worry about hitting the right notes.

Cliche cliche cliche but as it turns out, cliches become cliches because they are true. Laughter really is the best medicine, and every person should have at least one person who can make him laugh like there is no tomorrow. Like, Coke-spraying-out-of-your-nose laugh. Yep. Coz otherwise all the craziness and the fucked-up shit in this world will drive you insane.

I’m lucky to have found friends who are blessed with the ability to find hilarity in the most mundane, everyday things.

“I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes.”–Love Is All Around by Wet, Wet, Wet

2009 hasn’t been as good to me as 2008 was, and yet I enjoyed (most of) it in spite of it all. There is discontent, and yes, restlessness, but the care and affection of the people around me is a good balm.

Love really is all around me–I can feel it in my fingers. Can you too? :3

Let’s hope it works this time.