09.19.08
Wrapping Up the Week
and unwrapping it for sentimental purposes while listening to Sting’s “Ne me quitte pas” (insert sizzle sound effect here) and Billy Joel’s And So It Goes. (C’mon, we eat healthy classical music for meals. It’s time for some deviant sweets.)
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Ne me quitte pas and And So It Goes: Two conflicting lyrics competing on my playlist for the past few days, one begging you to stay, the other tolerating you to have this heart to break.
The latter song wins - as usual.
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Dandi and I played music for a man suffering through the worst stages of cancer. Great is Thy Faithfulness was the fist piece and it was in that instant – not in Rachmaninov’s haunting and sonorous melodies – that despite my inferiorities as a musician I felt the power of music. For what is the main purpose of music? Is it not to glorify God and minister to other people? Would the man have been that touched if I played Ravel’s Toccata? I doubt it. Do not get me wrong, I love Ravel’s Toccata, but the moment simply reminded me that it’s time I reconsidered the real purpose of music once more.
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I have a new bookshelf made of glass and iron (Yahoo! Termite-free!) and there are 101 books coming from book city that includes Chekhov, Dostoevsky, and other titles and authors that Franz will drool over! *somersaults*
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A younger lady was asking me about the best thing I learned from being in love. Little did she know that my heart was pricked that day and her question led me to focus on the best effects rather than the painful aspects of *cough* falling in love. Somewhere in this blog I have written that my experiences though immensely agonizing are not amputations but growths – because I choose it to be that way. Fortunately for me, I have only loved the most wonderful people and what I gained from them was the good influence they had on me in literature, laughter, music, simple or deep philosophies in life… and using their influences with or without them, and the innocent and sincere act of loving are the best things there are to it.
Later that day, I chanced on a quote from a certain blog stating that we do not fall in love, but instead, we rise in love. As much as other girls would say to lovers past with satisfaction “I never really loved you anyway” out of scorn, I now prefer uttering, “I never fell in love you…
but I rose in love with you.”
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Billy Joel interrupts…
…I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretence
And still I feel I said too much…
So I would choose to be with you
That’s if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break
And so it goes, and so it goes…
jonathan hawk said,
September 19, 2008 at 5:44 pm
Your week, it is filled with marvelous observations, wonderful gestures, feelings of elevation and loss. It reflects life in ways that are the substance of books, lyrics and lingering moods. One who does not know you, could only marvel at the depth of feeling you so eloquently pen here.
mika lastrilla said,
September 19, 2008 at 8:00 pm
Thanks for the reminder of what music is really about. :) Sometimes I forget to be thankful to Him who gave music to us, and who allows it to affect us so powerfully.
sopraninigabi said,
September 19, 2008 at 10:46 pm
“Somewhere in this blog I have written that my experiences though immensely agonizing are not amputations but growths – because I choose it to be that way. Fortunately for me, I have only loved the most wonderful people and what I gained from them was the good influence they had on me in literature, laughter, music, simple or deep philosophies in life… and using their influences with or without them, and the innocent and sincere act of loving are the best things there are to it.”
–> Beautifully put, Meewa. (Now how does one type a smiley that has tears running down its face… like T.T … but with a smile, like =) ? That’s what I looked like when I read this part)
Miracle ♪♫ said,
September 19, 2008 at 11:25 pm
Jonathan, hmmm… what can I say… this is life. It wouldn’t be life without its gains and losses, and I am merely recording them and devaluing them to words lest they be forgotten. Thanks for the inspiration.
Mika, let’s remind each other continually. Salamat for dropping by!
Gabi… that’s how I also felt when I wrote these lines.
How about this? “:’)” Or does that look like a band-aided cheek instead? haha
Thank you for reading beyond the words… =)
sopraninigabi said,
September 19, 2008 at 11:44 pm
Bravo, Meewa, I believe you just invented a new smiley! Quick, let’s have it patented!!! “:’)”
Miracle ♪♫ said,
September 20, 2008 at 5:35 am
I really wouldn’t want to take credit for that teary smiley, Gabi. I’m sure I only saw that somewhere and unconsciously forged it. hehehe =)
Karlo said,
September 20, 2008 at 8:34 pm
Wow! I am happy for you, hehehe. :)
Miracle ♪♫ said,
September 21, 2008 at 2:23 am
Oh, thank you, thank you, Karlo! hehe =D
franz said,
September 21, 2008 at 7:27 am
i am uplifted. very nice mir. as with those books . . . my hand on them . . . soon. :-)
franz said,
September 21, 2008 at 7:28 am
hands diay. ahaha anyways. thanks for being there. Neme quitte pas.
Miracle ♪♫ said,
September 21, 2008 at 10:52 am
I can’t wait! Hey…always, always here for you, Shmuckie… =) Ignore those sili - aw, silly people diay. With a friendship like ours, why mind them? heehee ;-)
gracemags said,
September 27, 2008 at 11:01 am
gasp! i just realized something. art has had a positive effect on you. even when you do sometimes exhibit darker shades, you generally seem to be more positive than negative. why does art have a negative effect on me? music and literature always make me sad and… uh… wholly negative. i must be sith, not jedi. huh
Miracle ♪♫ said,
September 27, 2008 at 2:25 pm
Maybe because you have already seen more of this negative world than I have, Miss. About half of the music and literature I indulge in make me dismal, but I credit what optimism I have to God. If not for Him, you’d find me constantly wallowing in melancholia. Hehe =) Oh, I realized something too! I’ve been calling you “miss” ever since and a “miss” you are not. From now on, “Ma’am” it shall be. haha =)