88 Keys and lost.

I always love the year end period. When the climate is cooler, wetter and less harsh on my already atrocious complexion. We dun have snow in SG, but we have rain. Plenty of it, esp this time of the year.

Juz like now, while I am half blogging, half smoking, and half playing the piano.

I am going to finish my year with a little more time for myself, with my PHs approved over the weekend. And I dun actually have any concrete plans coming up. But I like doing nothing sometimes and juz bum around, since it's becoming scarce having time to do nothing. I heard parties are being planned, mates are eager and gatherings are inminent. But I am not in the least excited by all that. A bottle of red, some fags with a couple of buds will do juz fine as well. I am biggest hater for plannings and spontaneity is the way for me any day.         

I have been playing so much piano, I wonder whether the persistent pain on my right pinkie is the aftermath of that. I definitely signing up for tat specialized piano course in Jan to improve my playing and hearing skills. It's really frustrating when I can't replicate the songs on the piano due to my playing limitations. Damnz! Those majors, minors and 7th chords are killing me, I can't staccato smoothly enuff to hear 2 perfect bars and I dun even know how many *black keys are there on the piano!!

(*There are 88 keys on a standard piano. 52 white keys, 36 black keys. I counted them thrice, juz to be sure.)

I am not looking to turn pro, but I think I have a responsibility to spare my neighbours any further torture. (No wonder my mum always hide in her room when I am playing...) At my current level, I am ashamed to tell anyone I play the piano. I hit more wrong notes than right ones in a piece, I can't do song requests and I always play in one style. Until I get my foundation right again, playing jazz and mprovisations can only happen in my dream. So...practice, Practice and more PRACTICE!!

They said virtusos are either child prodigies or gifted peeps, like Beethoven, Mozart, Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder. I think I muz either be blind or die young to have half a chance. Bleah.