sometimes i feel pangs of regret, for giving up something i enjoy, but at my own pace. maybe cos i felt forced into it, so it kinda lost meaning after almost 11 years. yet after taking a long hiatus, in fact, im sure i wont complete the final grade now, i still feel the urge to want to play. i guess i’ll never have the motivation nor discipline to complete a sonata or movement, but even playing snippets of it enthrall me when im alone at home. and it’s true, once you start playing, you’ll never forget how to, ever. maybe ive wasted 11 years, for not even making another ounce of effort to at least complete the whole course, but it feels good. and although im not the best player, or even anywhere near, it makes me happy to know at least im not entirely musically retarded, since im already so retarded in other aspects.
well, the whole point is..
a white baby grand is so beautiful, dontcha think?
