Today, I had my 3rd trial exam. The questions on the papers were all so similar that I've started to forget what is what. It must had been some kind of "Jamais vu".

The first two classes made me nervous for no particular reason. But today's nervous-ness was the kind where you feel nervous while anticipating something good to happen to you.

I won't deny that I enjoy my [music theory] trial exams. I won't let myself pressurized by the "get 100%" thing (I think I was too harsh in speaking about it as an obssession in the previous post. I take back what I said before. It doesn't hurt to have a dream... or several of them...)... although I do find myself kept rubbing to get a sharp or flat sign perfectly drawn. This I blame my monk side.

Anyway. I'm glad I re-enrol to my music school. I made a stupid decision at that time. I quitted before I even started anything. This was the only thing that I ever regretted about in my whole life. Then opportunity came: My sister wanted to attend guitar classes. As we were browsing for a suitable music school for her, the idea of all three of us attending piano classes just came out from I-don't-know-where. My mum has a friend at church that knows how to play the piano and that helped her to self-learnt (I think) playing guitar. I must be the only one who's completely happy with the piano because my siblings obviously adore guitar very much & don't give a damn about the piano. Now and then, they would either lament verbally that this wasn't their [1st] choice... or physically by showing a sour face on the day of our piano lessons. I really hate that moments... I can feel their resentfulness and it always makes me feel down during my piano classes.

Isn't if funny that I wish to pursue this skill at an age of twenty?
Isn't it too late?

"It's never too late to learn something new!"
(Lame but very accurate.)

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