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February 1, 2012

January is already over. And I am now going to start my year. =)

In the mood for being positive, I am”feeling” that this month will start a good 2012 for me. Since January has been sooo hectic, I really didn’t feel the new year coming—January seemed like the month of making up for all the petiks and the gastos of December.

I think I have already recharged. So I will now start my new year today (Happy New Year!). For starters, I am so excited that my tiny food business will already start next week. I am a bit nervous, but I am being positive. Also, only barely 2 months is left before summer vacation. I can’t wait! This is gonna be my first summer without office work. So it’s easier to go out of town, or just enjoy. =) Perhaps I could also play tennis every day! Who knows? I might still win sport trophies (naaah, I’m too old!).

I figured that even if I did not have a very good start, at least I could still have a very good end for this year. =)

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the piano

I used to play the piano. For two years. I stopped playing when my music teacher stopped coming over to our house. The truth is I was just forced to study the piano (at that time, I wanted to enroll to Taekwondo classes). At times, I even pretended to sleep until noon or just until my music teacher leaves the house.

My teacher said I learned fast. I easily learned reading the notes, and I could memorize a piece faster than my classmate-cousins could. The thing is I forgot to play the piano as fast as I learned it. And now, this is my regret.

I failed to see then how wonderful it is to know how to play a musical instrument. How good it is to produce music. Especially that I can’t sing, perhaps playing the piano was as close to music as I could be (aside from listening, of course), considering that I am proclaiming myself as a lover of music. Now, there are different kinds of instruments, a modern twist to the classic ones (like the yamaha p90), and I could only wish I know how to play again. Talaga naman. Nasa huli ang pagsisisi.

Let me share a little sad story. When my aunt was already in a terminal condition, a month or two before she died, she’d always ask me to play the piano for her. There’s a piece I play she liked very much. Every time she asked, I always played for her, the same piece every time. I miss her now. And I miss playing the piano for her.

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