Clouds in My Coffee

Burara kasi ako . It simply means my cage is too messy that cleaning it on my own would take at least 2 days to finish, no matter how small it is , with less than 3-single-bed floor capacity. My window is facing the polluted street of Sto. Tomas, so I could plant any rootcrop in my room after months of stagnation. And as I age, my trash multiplies and ages with me. What I hate the most is my unreasonably dragging attention to my trash. Over the years, it has been my room-cleaning tradition to browse through my old and new trash for a very long time and judge whether to keep or discard them. This time, my trash included handouts from my college and masters classes, not to mention my college books and high school materials that I kept over the years, if not decades (They're trash in a sense that they're unorganized bulks of paper scattered all over my room). I remember every detail of what the materials remind me of - from Public Health subjects to our fieldwork report (that kick...

...was a bit crazy yet absolutely gratifying. It was in our office Christmas party that I applied my skills in choral arranging for the first time. I arranged Don Moen's "Our Father" chorus part into four voices, upon my suggestion and my officemates' request. Here is the original music from Youtube. Listen to the chorus: Now here is my choral arrangement (with the help of Finale). This one has voice "oohs" to have a cool effect. Check this out: I think this one, with choir "aahs", has clearer chords, so you can listen to the chord progressions: Unfortunately, we weren't able to record the actual performance. Aside from that, I had participated in the toxic activities of the school and the chamber. I joined the Santa Isabel College students sang and played for the simbang gabi at the PGH Chapel last Saturday. It was a bit weird for me as an alumnus of the campus, but the feeling was not that intense, since the colleges and the hospital are ...

ANG GANDAAAAA!!!!