July 19 2010, 1035pm, in the shuttle to Doña Soledad
I learned how to read piano notes as early as 5. But I was one of those pupils intimidated by their quintessential old piano professors who exercised corporal punishment by slapping their students’ incompetent hands. I quit after I finished Grade 1 level. Over the years though, I found playing the piano therapeutic, so until now I try to learn pieces both classical and pop and Respekt (albeit more often than not unsuccessfully).
I figured that there are three piano skills one should acquire to attain mastery.
Assuming “mastery” = “the ability to sight-read”,
(1) One must be able to read notes, which could be acquired via formal lessons coupled with practice.
(2) One should learn how to optimize finger movement, which is actually taught in formal piano lessons.
(3) And my newest realization: One should be able to play the notes without actually looking at the music sheet, as it would be impossible to constantly glance back and forth from the sheet to the keys especially when the tempo is fast.
But there are many other definitions of mastery I cannot yet or ever deconstruct, like composing and playing by ear. Good luckt.
Insight of the night. Bow.
July 5, 2010, 9:29pm, as per the car clock
going home from work
I lost my wallet. I sulk, I sulk.
I realized my wallet was missing while I was finishing my conversation with Leon, who at that time posed another problem altogether as MFMC needed a deadline extension for the ad in Phil Star.
I tried calling Gian so he can help me negotiate the deadlines, so at least I could focus on finding my wallet. But he won’t pick-up his phone as evident by the constant ringing in the loudspeaker.
My tenses are all fucked up, aye.
Visual stressor (no wallet) + Aural stressor (constant ringing)
= It became harder for me to breathe.
My wallet just won’t show itself.
But what can I do?
I thought work has normalized. It hasn’t. But I’m still convinced that a few more nights of OT will make everything easier in the long run.
It is raining again.
Losing my wallet feels surreal.
if you pause for a while
and be hyperconscious
the world will feel surreal
July 4, 2010 12:15pm as per the car clock
In the family car; we’re going to Lola Mama’s 81st birthday
Yesterday Az and I went to Shang to watch Eiga Sai.
While on the ticket queue, we chanced upon Homer, Az’s friend. His headphones eternally rested on his neck. Must be a music man.
After we got our tickets we had lunch at Food Court where for main course Az shared her spaghetti baon with us, and for dessert I shared my Nissin wafers and Kisses. We consciously ditched consumerism by not spending in the mall. You see, we can still go out, have fun, and when stomach complains: we eat home-cooked packed lunch without giving money to the conglomerates.
Review Proper of Glasses (2007)
Glasses lived up to the quintessential characteristics of an art film. Strange. Slow. Subtle.
But not at all boring.
It was profound yet feel-good. Gets? It was profound in an indiefilmway, yet feel-good in a chickflickway. The irony multiplies.
And it was unexpectedly peaceful.
Glasses left a strong aftertaste. After watching, I can almost smell the salty water and feel the sea breeze. The memory of the film’s scenes was a perfect simulation of basking under the sun’s glow and sky’s blue. It was an extraordinary vicarious beach experience, perfect for worn-out corporate slaves who yearn for a respite from urban stress (me).
Notable Metaphors (spoiler alert)
1) Part when Taeko walked back to the Hamada tired and regretful. Sakura-san saw her and fetched her via the tricycle. Taeko left her baggage, as it is too heavy and filled with unnecessary things.
→ She was converted right then and there, literally leaving her baggage behind (though I don’t think this idiom translates the same figurative meaning to Japanese)
2) All the characters were in awe of Sakura-San. Her coming to the island always signaled the start of the “period” where the characters are all there.
→ Perhaps Sakura is not necessarily a person. She might symbolize Spring (season) since Sakuras bloom during spring. She emulates the beauty of the season, which brings people together.