Whenever I'm typing, it is like I'm playing music. As a child, I used to spend a lot time in front of the piano. Playing each sound one by one just to hear the sound fluctuate into a complete note. The difference between a piano and a computer keyboard is just the sound pattern of each push of the button. You can either set your own rhythm, or distinguish the background beat of what you're listening to. I love music. I love moving to the sounds of beats, patterns, and chords. Making the sounds that people listen to is my passion. I've always found Vesper's originals as artistic masterpieces, even though he constantly changes, but what composer doesn't. For almost a decade, my calling has finally arrived. The moment my ears heard the vibrating sounds of the bandurria, I wanted to play it. Unfortunately, at the time, I didn't have enough connections. For a month now, I look forward to my Wednesday practices with the rondalla. The first practice was practically tuning our instruments and learning the fingering. My dream is coming true. Unfortunately, some of my dreams are also nightmares. On the bright side, some dreams are fantasies too.
My recurring dreams of zombies has come back again. Although, with all these movies about zombies and the undead, my nightmares are turning into things I can bare with. There is a new twist in these visions however. Lately, playing all these flash puzzles have put my thoughts constantly on the game. Even in my dreams, I'm doing trivia. But, puzzles and zombies develop a new storyline. Bleh. Five nights straight could really make you believe that something is really going on in your life. What do these dreams mean? I don't know. I won't lose sleep over it though.
Two dreams have been quite pleasant. One was set with a particular friend. We were having a conversation when suddenly she started crying. I wasn't entirely sure, but I wasn't sure how to comfort her. The next thing you see is her arms around me wiping her tears on my shoulder. Sometimes the only thing you can do is just be there for someone. Watching tears fall from someone's face is unbearable. Tears are contagious. The greatest challenge is keeping strength for the other person's vulnerability. You may wonder why this dream was pleasant. It is because I was able to put aside all and everything to be a friend.
So...my grandma is in the hospital recovering and dealing with tests. I don't know how to feel. I don't want to force feelings upon myself because she's there. She's always been strong, which developed throughout my whole family. I'll stay strong, but I'll be thinking about her constantly. In times like this, I wish I could just say "it happens". Music helps me think about other things.
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My guestlist for my birthday is set. 30 tickets, 30 people. Hope no one drops. Helk? It wouldn't be a guestlist if no one dropped.
As for Ocean's 12, the movie was a sophisticated comedy. The jargon was brilliant. The script was a bit tacky because of all the reality bits, but sequels need a bit of dry comedy. My favorite character is still Linus. The thief with such talent, yet no clue. For the first time, I was unable to follow a movie to its fullest. It's fantastic that I needed to watch it twice.
I need a date to watch Les Miserables still. email me: joshgumbi@sbcglobal.net
note: Lost in translation.