freedom, or is it?
04-24-08It’s 1pm and I’ve been at orchard starbucks for abt an hour now, just chatting online and sipping a caramel macchiato while waiting to go for a music lesson. Very soon I’ll have to say "Goodbye!" to this kind of lifestyle.
Yes! Sixteen long years of formal education has formally ended for me (well, with the exception of an oral presentation on the 5th of may) and I completed my last written paper of my life (or at least in the near forseeable future) yesterday. The emotion is bliss. It’s liberating. It’s exuberating. It’s monumental. It’s even better than what I felt after PSLE. It’s so overwhelming that I still haven’t grasped the extent of it.
But one day into liberation and already I’m feeling bored. Yes I need to work. I need to do something. I’m starting a perm job soon, and I’m hoping that I can incorporate my practice schedule into the work schedule. Yes that means less time for guys also. Oh well *sigh*. U-tubing takes a slightly higher priority now. And I still remember my mom asking "Why do you bother practising so much?" Well because I like it, and because I want to go against you for saying that statement (haha kidding.) Other industry people have their golf, I have something better, my music. It takes more dedication to hone such a skill. And the friends you make are genuine lovers of the same music-making process too.
ok it’s time i made a move and go for class. last night’s chilling out was awesome. thanks A and Z. i thought the second glass was really a bit sweet but i liked it. haha kept me happy for a while.
