You wake me up, before you go go

It’s 3:11AM and sleep hasn’t found its way to me.

Currently playing is Beethoven’s Rage Over a Lost Penny, after it finishes some Five Fingers instrumentals will play; by then probably I’ll be done typing this and will be switching the song to Parov Stelar’s Dandy while trying to get myself to sleep.

I should probably turn the computer off every night from now on and not look for sleep music. Even though music helps make me fall asleep, the presence of the computer screen tempts me to watch The Return of Superman, until the episode that Chae Si Ra-ssi no longer narrates.

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Black Keys

Sharps and flats are what they are, but someone (I think the guy’s Chopin) managed to make an etude out of them.

I have no idea if it’s legit, that all the keys in that etude are black keys, but whatever, it sounds impressive, the piece is impressive. At least to me; you’re welcome to disagree if you like.

I wish life were like that though. I wish we could make symphonies and sonatines and nocturnes and waltzes out of the sharp and flat instances of life.

I know it’s not a perfect comparison but that’s how I see it - if such a beautiful sound can come from sharps and flats, why not in life too?

Tu me manques, Maman

Tu me manques is French for I miss you, but they say it can be literally translated to you are missing from me

Recent Googling has shown that the Korean expression for I miss you, which is 보고 싶어 (I have no idea how Hangul works but they say it’s read as bogosipo), literally means I want to see you.

And both expressions are how I feel right now.

Tu me manques, Maman. 보고 싶어요.

The ghost of Christmas Past

The past never fails in haunting people.

I’m no exemption.

I know that there are necessary conditions for the three ghosts to visit a person but apparently for me they visit separately. The ghost of Christmas Present rarely ever revisits, probably because it’s too busy living in the moment. The ghost of Christmas Yet To Come would, but it’s ever-changing, ever-moving, hence it cannot really go and play.

But the ghost of Christmas Past is always so ready to haunt a person.

One smile, one meeting, one gesture, and you are taken back to the closest memory you have of it.

I wish you would stop haunting me.

I wish you could just live in the past.

I wish I could let you go already.