Dream

The other night, I had another weird dream. It was a terrible dream, though I wouldn't really call it a nightmare. In the dream, I was having my first piano session with Maam Magalit. We were having lessons in our garage, where my old hand-me-down piano from my lola is located. In real life, the piano was destroyed by the 2009 supertyphoon, Ondoy. In my dream, it was working again.

Maam sat beside me, like how a traditional piano teacher would, and I was reading the Chopin Etude I've always wanted to learn for personal reasons - Etude Op. 10 no. 3 in E major "No Other Love". In the dream, the piece was in Bb and I could see the notes notated to the melody of the etude. I tried to play the notes but for some reason, nothing was coming out from the piano. I found myself unable to play a single note. Even if I knew how to read it, my fingers weren't working anymore. I remember being so embarrassed but Maam Luci remained undisturbed and calm.

She told me stop trying to playand explained something which I seemed to have understood very well in the dream but now, awake, left me a bit confused. She said something like, "when you play a piece, you don't listen to it first, and you do not think of the composer. You should not check the background of the composer. You should just play exactly whatever is written on the piece. If you play it correctly, it will sound like Chopin even if you don't know the composer." And I'm like, "ok ok, i get it."



Hmmmm....

I want to make magic

I will be back to playing classical piano again. I think this time, I will enjoy it more, now that the pressure is off. Thats how music is supposed to be anyway - enjoyed and appreciated. I'm more inspired now to improve my technique because I want to be able to play challenging and beautiful pieces I've always wanted to play. Not because I have an exam at the end of the sem. First piece I'm working on in my list - Chopin Etude Op.10 no. 3 in E major "No Other Love". Fell in love with music the first time I heard it.

Apart from piano, I am rekindling my love for musical theater. I'm giving it a shot this summer. My heart has always been there and I think its about time I immerse myself more in that craft.


During our trip to Batangas, I realized, all I really want to do is express stories, emotions, beauty, wonder and make people smile, laugh, cry and sigh - whether by talking, singing, chorales, conducting, playing piano or acting. The problem with me is choosing what art I should take really seriously. I want to master a particular craft. Im still in the stage of exploration. Hoping I will find my niche soon. Nevertheless, I am more or less content with how things are going with my life so far. I'm able to do what I love to do and continue to improve on it and nothing can hold me back except for myself.


I am living a passionate life.

I love being a musician. :)

I am starting see the good effects of pursuing a degree in music. I just got my first official job as the new conductor/trainer of the Liturgical Choir in MCHS and assistant trainer/pianist in MCHS Glee! I've always wanted to conduct an all female choir. :) Happy happy joy joy!

Anyhoo, have to go, still have to pack up for the Batangas trip tomorrow. Its a 5 day chorale workshop for UP Cherubim. Wen and I are playing the piano for them. I love being a musician. Here we come, Batangas! :D

The bitch of living

I am such a bitch. Last night, my mom woke me up in the middle of my sleep to tell me that the Madz were on TV. I hate being waken up specially nowadays when I have trouble sleeping. I got into a fight with her this morning because of that. Now thinking about it, all she just wanted was for me to see the Madz interview thinking that I might be really interested since they were my friends. Now I just feel so bad for making her wrong. Its official, I am a bitch and anyone who crosses my path is bound for a taste of some bitchiness. I hate myself.