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Per Ardua Ad AstraI called my friend Mike and told him my apprehensions about singing solo in front of a lot of people. (Read: I get really, really nervous) So, I sang to him, and asked him what he thought of it. It took me approximately 7 minutes to calm down, wipe the sweat off my hands and sing to him. Blech! What more if I sang in front of so many people..!?! When I was done, he said, "Maganda kaya, kayang kaya mo yan!" LECHE!!! I could've bonked him on the head for all his attempt to rid my nervousness off me in that manner. He just needed to make it worse by saying, "Anung oras yung mass niyo bukas, para mapanuod kita. I don't know what happened in the next few hours. The only thing I knew was that I was asleep. I was asleep and yes, he was still there. He woke me up after some time, and told me to hang up and go to bed. I was apologizing a gazillion times. I asked him what time it was as I looked at my windows with one eye. He said it was already past 5 AM. Dang, and he was still at the other end of the phone for Chrissake! After that, I hung up.
Fast forwarding again, about 2 hours ago, I woke up. I checked my phone as usual and found a message from him. This was what it said: "Naririnig ko ikaw nagggrind ng teeth!" Wah! !@#$%^&* <- Thoughts in my head.
I had a weird 13 hours. Waking up reminded me again of singing solo later today. Kinakabahan talaga ako. I still don't understand how Kuya VG came up with that weird idea. Geez, I shouldn't be surprised anymore, *wink *wink. I got up, sat in front of the piano, and played. I played that song while singing so many times that I decided to turn the page and play something else. Hehe. I started playing Now We Remain, another beautiful piece. In a few hours, I will stand there, holding a microphone, or wishing I'd reach it LOL, and I will sing. I know I am singing for the Lord, not for myself nor for no one else. Dang apprehensions. Lord, help me.
I guess having lost my entire sidebar will not work for me, but it's no reason either to start anew. =)
I am Jik. I believe in miracles, and I believe in hope. I am not prude nor old-fashioned even though I believe that Love is very real and that it governs the world. I am not selfish even though I may be materialistic. I am not weak even though I sometimes crumble down to my knees. I am not poor even though I have very little in my bank account. I try to embody what courage is all about and I try to do everything in spontaneity. I invest a whole lot of passion in anything I do, and I am and always will be a dreamer. I admire people who uphold their beliefs in life, as I try to do so myself. I always strive for the perfection of character, and make myself into the person I want to become. I seek for the greater scheme of things, the tapestry of how everything falls into an exquisite, sublime plan. And my greatest fortune is having found the secret of my life. This I intend to share with all of you someday.
Makulit. Malikot. Mababaw. I'm thumbelina, sweetie, choknat, bitch, bastard, bruhilda, gaga, bubwit, baby, hoebag, dumbass, jiffy, jikinini, jikydoodles, gicgic, jikulit, jikywiky, jikaru, jikers, jikee, jikijik, jikjik, jik, jixie, jikita, jikita banana, jikitita, jikaboo, or what have you. I'm the Jik you know and ever will know.