#journal entry: that time I felt precious...

Here's another leaf from my journaling days... indi run ko kamaan kun ka san-o ko dya ginsulat.

I always wake-up to the blast of Tatay's music whenever I'm home (in Cabilauan). As far as I can remember, rare are the mornings of complete silence..

How can I meditate on the morning dew when Eddie Pelegrina is bawling his heart out?

Perhaps that is one reason why nobody at home is gifted with a "golden voice" (that & genes), Trini Lopez probably chased the angels away.

For someone who practically grew up in such a "musical" household, I haven't heard anyone sing so out of tune as my family. We are all music lovers but we simply don't have "it". Nobody knows how to play any musical instrument either, unless turning on the karaoke counts.

My frustration in music is made more glaring when I was assigned in Motiong, Samar. There, a tone deaf is a rarity.

I never felt more precious.