How do you teach one’s hands to dance?
There are half steps and whole steps to consider. There are skips and slides that need to be done. Hop and sway, tip toe and drop, and glide until the audience is enthralled in your movements.
When you’ve finally figured out how to let your fingers dance, it is time to teach your fingers to sing.
Pray teach me to educate my students in a manner that will enable them to effectively deliver the combined art of singing and dancing. Teach me how to instill in them the magic that emanates from the mixture of these two worlds.
May they effectively deliver the grandeur of this art for it all lies in their hands. Not mine.Today,  the piano shall be their stage.

The past few days have delivered activities that devoured most of my time. However, last night, or should I say early this morning when I got home from jamming with the band, my consciousness ached for something to be written about me and my partner. Its a thirst that I have not felt for so long. I immediately posted it on Oeuvre of Passionate Hands and after that my eyes shut and my consciousness just collapsed. Do read on and tell me what you think.
I am convinced that the worst enemy anyone could ever have is their best friend. The last time I checked, there is only one person that I can consider as my best friend. The trouble is, she was never a friend to begin with. She was a secret lover, a stranger, a cheer leader (she danced while I rock).

A perfect illustration of poles are we. She expresses her feelings while mine, reserved. She wears pink, I wear blue. Or she’d wear black if I wore white. She rules the halls of the elite kind, while I live out the reputation of those that lurk in the dark, narrow streets. She’s a Catholic, I’m a Protestant. She skips Sunday mass, I’m a church pianist.

I tried to command her existence in my life, tried to make her cross the tight-rope of my will but as perfect as she is, she did not fit the categories I have set. She always had trouble finding her way towards my elusive spirit until she stopped predicting my actions, my emotions, my decisions. She failed to tie me to her shoes. We both gave up. She stayed an inch farther from my arms’ reach while I strapped myself at the back of her head.

Then I saw how incredibly wonderful she is in her world as she marveled at how I governed mine. I admire her greatly. We both have learned our place in each others life and it is not within each ones world. Dissolving the enclosure of our comfortable domain, we lovingly complimented each other as opposites.

At a time we discussed about what will happen if we parted. That was a bit difficult to imagine because we can’t tell who will leave and who’ll be left behind. Nonetheless, it’s a scary thought for both of us because we both keep our promises and (thanks to the misery delivered by her ex and mine) we have sworn to make a living hell out of anyone who would dare hurt us in any way.

We may not be the best of friends, or atleast we did not begin our life together in this manner, but we have learned too much about each other to risk becoming each one’s ex. We both know enough to threaten our lives with a daily supply of irritation and torment.

As my complimenting opposite I respect her capacity to anger as I fear mine. She is my best friend and my perfect adversary. I love her and her unfamiliar world will always bewilder me as our lives entangle in a daily pleasant surprise.

First of all I ask pardon from my english speaking readers. I have writen this around three years ago and I just wanted to add it to my blog. Rest assured that I will formulate a translation of it though I know it is going be tough. I’m not really good with my native language. Can you believe it? My native tongue and I don’t do so well with it! Oh well.For my Tagalog reading friends here you go.

Lalaki ako.

Matipuno at kaakit-akit.

Nasasaktan pero hindi umiiyak.

Nakikipag-away pag tinititigan.

Nabugbog na pero bida pa rin sa kuwentuhan.

Malakas uminom pero hindi nalalasing.

Naglalaway sa suso.

Tinitigasan sa kurbada ng bewang.

Ikaw! Babae ka.

Tumititig sa mga lalaki.

Nagpapantasya habang tulala sa aking mga labi.

Di mo alam napapansin ko.

Inilulugay mo ang buhok mo

at sinasadyang ihampas sa mukha ko pagdaaan ko.

Lalaki ako.

Nabubugnot sa tagal ng paliligo mo.

Naguguluhan sa dami ng ipinipintura mo sa mukha mo

At nalilito ako sa dami ng pinamimilian mong damit na di mo rin naman isinusuot.

Babae ka.

Importante sa’yo na malinis at mabango ka.

Nagme-make up ka para mapansin ng mga lalaking tulad ko ang mga pagbabago sa mukha mo.

Pinapahaba mo ang buhok mo para mas madaling ayusin,

Kahit nagkaka-hadhad ka na sa batok at nauupuan mo na ang mahaba mong buhok.

Nag aahit ka ng kilay para magmistulang manipis ito para maitago ang katotohanang mas mabalahibo ka pa kaysa sakin.

Lalake ako.

Kaya kong patigasin lahat ng muscle sa katawan ko.

Matapang ako.

Matapang ang mukha ko.

Hindi mo ako pwedeng tawaging bakla.

Magagalit ako.

Pero kung babae ka magagalit pa rin ako.

At sisiguraduhin kong mararamdaman mo ang lalim ng galit ko.

Babae ka.

Umuungol ka pag nasasaktan.

Umuungol ka pag nasasarapan.

Umuungol ka pag nag-iinarte ka.

At umuungol ka pag nagbabata-bataan ka.

Oo. Babae ka.

Nagpapantasya,

naglulugay,

matagal maligo,

matagal magbihis,

nagpipintura ng mukha,

nag-aahit ng kilay,

umuungol sa maraming dahilan,

pero naintindihan kita.

Lalake ako – noon, nagpapapansin at pinapansin mo.

Babae ka – noon, sinusundan-sundan pa kita ng hindi mo alam.

Lalake ako – noon, pinag-aawayan natin ang mga abubot mo sa katawan

pero…

Babae na ako – ngayon,

nagpapantasya,

nag-aayos ng buhok,

matagal maligo,

matagal magbihis,

nagpipintura ng mukha,

nag-aahit ng kilay,

umuungol sa maraming dahilan pero malimit sa sakit.

Sa sakit ng dulot ng mga lalaki.

Sa mga lalaking katulad ko… noon.

I have an abundance of obligations lined up but my eyes are fixed on the computer. Too obsessed on getting attention for my blog, I neglect my responsibility to put up something new, if not useful or interesting on it.

I am currently pre-occupied with matters concerning our upcoming Evangelistic Concert, or atleast I know I’m supposed to be pre-occupied with it but whenever I get home, I see the computer and poof! The addiction deepens. My shortcoming can not be overlooked especially with the main purpose of our activity. Darn this temptation, I should know better!

My weekends are all filled up with church related activities with a dash of three piano lessons. I honestly enjoy all of the activities I’m involved in, however, I forget a more important reason why I am dedicating more time in fulfilling these things.

I want my work to be read and known. That is the reason I am trying to draw more attention to this journal.

I will try my best not to have this blog (games and traffic) addiction overcome my responsibility to write. Daily.

Got this from Pam (one of my college friends). Tell me this is not funny:

The day finally arrived. Forrest Gump dies and goes to Heaven. He is at the Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself. However, the gates are closed, and Forrest approaches the gatekeeper.

St. Peter said, “Well, Forrest, it is certainly good to see you. We have heard a lot about you. I must tell you, though, that the place is filling up fast, and we have been administering an entrance examination for everyone. The test is short, but you have to pass it before you can get into Heaven.”

Forrest responds, “It sure is good to be here, St. Peter, sir. But nobody ever told me about any entrance exam. I sure hope that the test ain’t too hard. Life was a big enough test as it was.”

St. Peter continued, “Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test is only three questions.

First: What two days of the week begin with the letter T?
Second: How many seconds are there in a year?
Third: What is God’s first name?”

Forrest leaves to think the questions over. He returns the next day and sees St. Peter, who waves him up, and says, “Now that you have had a chance to think the questions over, tell me your answers.”

Forrest replied, “Well, the first one — which two days in the week begins with the letter “T”? Shucks, that one is easy. That would be Today and Tomorrow.”

The Saint’s eyes opened wide and he exclaimed, “Forrest, that is not what I was thinking, but you do have a point, and I guess I did not specify, so I will give you credit for that answer. How about the next one?” asked St. Peter.

“How many seconds in a year? Now that one is harder,” replied Forrest, but I thunk and thunk about that, and I guess the only answer can be twelve.”

Astounded, St. Peter said, “Twelve? Twelve? Forrest, how in Heaven’s name could you come up with twelve seconds in a year?”

Forrest replied, “Shucks, there’s got to be twelve: January 2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd… “

“Hold it,” interrupts St. Peter. “I see where you are going with this, and I see your point, though that was not quite what I had in mind….but I will have to give you credit for that one, too. Let us go on with the third and final question Can you tell me God’s first name”?

“Sure,” Forrest replied, “it’s Andy.”

“Andy?” exclaimed an exasperated and frustrated St Peter.

“Ok, I can understand how you came up with your answers to my first two questions, but just how in the world did you come up with the name Andy as the first name of God?”

“Shucks, that was the easiest one of all,” Forrest replied. “I learnt it from the song, “ANDY WALKS WITH ME, ANDY TALKS WITH ME, ANDY TELLS ME I AM HIS OWN.”

St. Peter opened the Pearly Gates, and said: “Run Forrest, run.”

This is an email I recieved a long time ago from a friend. Its quite old, I know, but I was thinking of something to post on this blog while I was going through old emails and found this. I read it and, like when I first recieved this email, a smile slowly cracked on my smirky face. Hope you guys enjoy this one too!

Euro English

The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English
will be the official language of the European Union rather than German,
which was the other possibility.

As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that English
spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5- year phase-in
plan that would become known as “Euro-English”.

In the first year, “s” will replace the soft “c”. Sertainly, this will make
the sivil servants jump with joy.

The hard “c” will b! e dropped in favour of “k”. This should klear up
konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.

There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the
troublesome “ph” will be replaced with ! “f”. This will make words like
fotograf 20% shorter.

In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to
reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.

Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always
ben a deterent to akurate speling.

Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent “e” in the languag is
disgrasful and it should go away.

By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing “th” with
“z” and “w” with “v”.

During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary “o” kan be dropd from vords kontaining
“ou” and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensibl riten styl.

Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu
understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.

Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze
forst plas.