Randomness: 'Tis The Season

Today was... GOOD. No, "good" is not enough to describe today. First, it was the second and last day of exams, so you have no idea how relieved I was. I mean, I trudged through this whole week, beating deadlines, passing this and that, studying like hell. All I wanted was for the week to end, and vacation to start. You know, the only thing that probably got me through the exams and torturous studying was the fact that they're the only way to freedom. Yeah. Endure it all.

So now, I'm glad. Christmas vacation begins! We also had our Christmas party in class, which was a blast. Everyone was happy, and it was contagious. And this afternoon, I also spent some time with my friends in the mall, and then tonight, we have this Christmas party for my dad's officemates, right in the house. As of now, I'm typing while my ears are being bombarded by people karaoke-ing (is that even a word?) outside. It isn't that bad, really.

But - yes, there's a 'but' - I'm still not completely relieved. Because... tomorrow I have this recital. Where I have to play the piano. Where I have to be in front of about a hundred people. Where I might freak out and forget what I am supposed to play. Where I will definitely make a fool of myself. Okay, calm down. I'm getting the jitters now. Butterflies in my stomach. The urge to throw up. God, I'm gonna be sick.

I guess I'd just have to... endure it. Right? One last obstacle to freedom. One more to overcome and I'll have nothing to worry about next. One last and I'm free.

Taking the whole day as a whole, I'd still say it was awesome, so thank God for it, for this season of giving and loving. If only I don't have this lump in my throat, as if I'm going to be sick. I hope not.

Wish me luck.

Play The Black and White Notes Together

I love Saturdays. Aside from the fact that it's weekend and it's my free day from school (as a rule, I don't do my homework on a Saturday. Just so you know.), I also have my piano lesson. Now who is happy sitting down for an hour and playing the piano nonstop with a teacher looming over you?

I am. Well, happy with the playing-the-piano part, that is. I am happy when I sit down in front of the piano and I play away for hours and I don't even realize how much time had passed. I am happy when the seemingly lifeless and challenging notes in front of me come to life, the sounds flying in the air and filling me from head to toe with satisfaction. I am happy when at the end of a hard day at school, I come home and let out everything by playing the piano. God knows how much life loses its meaning without it. Really.

So the happy-with-the-piano part now settled, let's go to what I don't like about it. What I'm not happy about it: playing a new piece.

Like today, for example. I got a new piece to study and it just sucks when it's the first time you see a piece and you have no clue how to play it. You painstakingly try. What happens is that you trudge through every note, pausing here and there, trying to make sense out of the crazy jumble. It's frustrating, you know. So with my new piece, a sonatina, I want to scream. It's my assignment for next week and I find it so hard to play. All Greek to me.

Gawd, I'm complaining. I should shut up now. But you know what? I guess practice does make perfect. And a new piece is good so I won't be stuck playing the same thing all over and over again. Right? Besides, the good things far outnumber the bad ones. Focus on the good and practice to get the torture over and done with.

I'll play the piece a thousand times over and over again, so wish me luck.

A quote to inspire me:
"If you want to make beautiful music, you must play the black and the white notes together. "
-Richard Nixon

Aye, Mr. Nixon.