I figured… That i always need to talk and let everything i want to say, out. But i can’t find someone to talk to… No, i’m not a loner. Hell no. Now if you’re thinking that i’m in an emo mode (the trdaitional sense of an emo. i know your thinking of chucks right now)… no i’m not. i’m just bored that’s all. Now i don’t know who i’m talking to.. Only one person would probably read this.. (hey xmae? whatcha doin here? XD lol)
Now, I’m hearing utada hikaru and ne-yo in my playlist.. and now i’m wondering if they really had a past affair.. (ooh. randomness…)
I’ve always kept this blog private (it’s been four months since i made this..) And i finally had use for it…(see the entry titled ‘YOU’ lol) I’f probably be chrarged of flaming for that entry lol. I’m not about to open up another topic. Especially not that one. So lets think of something new…
Valentine’s Day is spelled with an apostrophe.. (oo alam ko alam mo..sila hinde.. lol) ((now playing: broken by seether and amy lee.. okey i’ll stop that now…)) I don’t know what you guys think about this day.. i used to hate it (not because of the whole ‘DATE’ thing.. i couldn’t care less lol) it’s my lola’s death anniv… but we’ve all moved on now.. Mommy (that’s what i call my lola..) has always been good to me.. but mama (yes, my mother) has always told me that she was a disciplinarian mother… but i haven’t seen that side of mommy. i remember when i first went to the province for a vacation.. i was alone because mama let me come with my aunts who lived in different houses than mine.. So everything was all strange to me.. i faintly understood what they were all saying (they speak cebuano). I didin’t want to eat… Mommy asked me why… I told her that i want my yaya.. (my yaya at that time lived in the same town as my lola’s) So went out and rode pedicab to my yaya’s house… Back at our house, my yaya fed me. (i was 3 yrs old, and scared. lol) ever since that day, i was never scared of my lola.. So yeah, this whole paragraph isn’t dedicated to St. Valentine, but to Mommy. We all love you… :3
This year. Valentine’s Day. Song Fest. No i’m not going to sing. I’m going to play, lol. That’s about everything for this paragraph— what am i going to play, you ask? (oo xmae. alam ko alam mo.. lol) the piano.
I learned to play the piano when i was 9. My mom made me take piano lessons. Piano wasn’t really what i had in mind… I wanted violin… But then my mom said that both piano and piano lessons are much cheaper than a violin (not including lessons lol)… I never went to a formal piano training. Like the ones which made you perform recitals every week. My mom signed me up for a piano tutor… And she was good. She was the organ player for a Protestant church in the neighborhood. I liked her. She was young and in her final year of college. So this was a big help for her… She was taking Computer Engineering (maybe this is another reason why i want to take another engineering course…) I took less than fifteen sessions with her… At first we had Mondays, Tuesdays and Fridays… Then we switched to Tuesdays and Thursday. Then i wanted to stop. Not because i can’t learn, but because i just wanted to stop. I didn’t hate piano, and my mom not letting me take violin. I just wanted to stop. I practiced by myself for one year, then stopped. I was already in second year highschool (13 years old, i think) when i played again. My mom bought me a new keyboard and i tried to recollect everything i learned in that month’s worth of lessons. There was this peice that me and my teacher never got to finish… I liked it especially when my mom said that it was daddy’s (my lolo who i never got to meet) favorite peice. I only finished it when i was in third year, by myself. I only played piano when i felt like it. Every three months (i counted lol). This year, i think i regained my interest. I learned new peices… I still hate note reading… But i managed.. lol. As for violin, i think i’ll come to that eventually.. (Kim, peram ako ah?? lol)
my, that was long… i’m going to stop now.. see you next year.. just kidding. lol ^^
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