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Friday, August 11, 2006

While I was doing the ironing today, I thought I'd play some music, and I remembered that my piano teacher had loaned me this CD. And while the CD was playing, I realised that I've forgotten how much I like classical music. That was the reason why I took up piano lessons. Isn't it refreshingly different, strange and adorable all at the same time, that a six-year-old girl requested to take up lessons, while her peers were forcefully dragged by their kiasu parents?

(Come to think about it, I attended a hell lot of extra lessons in my childhood. Piano lessons, Chinese appreciation classes, art lessons... Actually that was about it I think. Some years ago, my mother told me that she would have sent me for ballet lessons if she had the money, since piano lessons already cost a bomb. So maybe my parents were kiasu after all. So what? I enjoyed those lessons!)

Well I won't be all hoity toity and pretend that I'm super classy, with all that musical knowledge and blah, because I'm not as... how should I put it? I'm not as accomplished as I would like myself to be. This reminds me of Lit lessons, when Dr. S. said that young ladies of the past were meant to be accomplished but not educated. (I hope I got it right.)

Well, here and now, priorities are different. I'm receiving the education, but I have little chance to be accomplished. I can't pursue my interests wholeheartedly because soon I'll have to feed myself. Unless I play the piano like Mozart (and what are the odds?), an interest in music, and similarly an interest in art, isn't going to bring food on the table, sadly.

So it's off to study do my Economics and Mathematics homework, and then I embark on my journey into a practical future, but before that, I think I'll play the piano.

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