Was home early after church today and for some unknown reason, i felt really attracted by the old piano sitting in the corner of my home.

first starting off as my possession, it then later went on to become my sister's and its been with the family for more than 10 years. for a 10 year old piano, it still sounded quite good and the conditions were still really good. opening up the lid, i tried playing a few notes and this huge wave of memories and emotions came flooding back.

what started off as a whimsical want ended up as a chore for me back then. i picked up the piano after watching a primary schoolmate of mine play; hearing the beautiful music really stirred up my heart and get me all excited. convincing my parents to buy me one and letting me learn took a fair bit of effort, but after that everything seemed great. great, until the excitment died off that is. the regularity at which i had to practice became too much of a chore for me and i finally threw n the towel just before i was due to take my grade 4 exam. so thus it was, that my piano playing life came to an end.

looking back, i really wish i hadn't given up learning to play. nowadays, there are always so many tunes stuck in my head and its really irritating cause i desperately want to play them out on the piano.

argh. what a waste =(