Hostile on the new year, eh?
That’s not as hostile as my first choice for blog title: 2009 You Bastard, 2010 You Bitch.
Though now that the holidays are over, expectations of daily life has normalised, and there’s none of that bloated, hopeful feeling, I now finally possess that settled feeling. December was the hardest, considering its where my birthday, Christmas, and New Year’s Eve converge.
Like most difficult predicaments this year, music was there to the rescue. I’ve always found it corny when people say music saved their lives blah blah, but now I understand: music doesn’t disappoint, people do.
On my sickbed this August, there were the dancing ladies of Perfume. On those overly emotional commute to work, there was the hope-laded pop-rock anthems of Kaela Kimura (I’ve discussed both acts on a previous post). On New Year’s Eve, the last chance that anyone could really cheer me up, I discovered ukulele geek-girl Tsuji Ayano.
There’s a more elaborate post on Ayano on my music blog here.
The first half of New Year’s Eve was at work. I had expectations, but then I had a backup plan: buy pansit, make that festive food that night. However, after confirming via a phone call that this pansit place was open and was located where I would usually pass on the way to the bus terminal home -it was still listed as part of the now non-existent Fiesta Carnival on online directories- and locating the place, I resorted to doing the groceries to cook my own pansit. The pansit restaurant, which normally had the usual chairs and tables, was converted on that day to look like a busy phone billing area in the mall, an offsite horse-race betting place, an airline ticketing office on peak promo days. I was too tired and emotional to bother.
I cooked a Quezon special, sweet pansit chami, too much of it that I still have a plateful of it on the ref. Got sugar-free vanilla ice cream, too, which I realized was almost double the expected price on the checkout counter. No matter, I deserve this ice cream.
I damn well deserve that ice cream.
New Year’s Day was spent either on the computer keyboard, or the ukulele fretboard. I’m still not any good, and don’t expect to be, but as part of the music-please-save-my-life project, I’ll persevere, like any good ukulele warrior you would so often see on Youtube these days.
Song I’m practicing? Sunday Smile by Beirut.
The ukulele, this thing I eagerly come home to, got new strings last week of 2009: D’Addario Pro Arte Classical Guitar strings, courtesy of a Cubao-based music store, which I walk by every day from work. So glad I did my research and didn’t order ukulele strings online, when I could customize my own string-set by buying single nylon strings for classical guitar (two high E’s, one G, one B) instead.
If only strings bought me talent as well.
There. First post for the year. I’ve also started one of these Project365 projects the kids get into, but no, it won’t be a photo-a-day thing (too much effort; photography? BAH), but it’s just going to be one of those video-of-the-day postings, over at my music blog. Oh yeah, go to my too-personal, highly-opinionated music blog, slowly gathering content every few days.