Bach Invention No. 1 in C
Wednesday, December 22, 2010 // 10:02 PM
It's nothing. It's just me, having a bad time. I have all my homework undone. So it suck. I haven't got any mood to do any at all. School starting, I'm getting cold feet. It doesn't matter how bad it feels like because I have to face it no matter what.
I have incessant fear. The scary thing is that I have not the faintest idea what I'm afraid of. It sucks my soul out of me. How can anyone not know what they're afraid of. It's just pathetic. It goes to show others how empty I actually am.
Bach Invention No. 1 in C. The piece I struggled for almost half a year. I never liked it because it was really hard for me. I was only a grade 2 when I played that. It's about grade 4/5. I hated it. I can't be bothered to practice it. I only play it for about 5 minutes everyday. Then I woke up. If I don't try, I will never improve. I'll be a grade 2 forever. I struggled my way out about 3 months of not practicing. In a week, I manage to learn how play it. It was really slow. To others, it's just a technique practice. That's precisely why I hate it. I have problems with controlling my wrist movements. But after that 6 months, Bach Invention 1 in C meant more than a mere technique practice piece to me. It's a reminder that I should never give up. It's hard, really hard. But if I never try, I'll never know how far I can push myself, I'll never improve, never move forward at all. Now that I can't play anything at all, and feel like leaving, I find myself once again trying Bach Invention 1 in C. It sounds mortifyingly horrible. Trust me, this wrist ligament problem detonated my built-up techniques and hard work all these years. It sucks to be reminded of it every time I touch a piano. It's okay though, at least now I'm facing it. Who knows, maybe I'd be able to control my wrists better and play better than before. Let's hope so. I hope so. I really do.
Bach Invention No. 1 in C
Wednesday, December 22, 2010 // 10:02 PM
It's nothing. It's just me, having a bad time. I have all my homework undone. So it suck. I haven't got any mood to do any at all. School starting, I'm getting cold feet. It doesn't matter how bad it feels like because I have to face it no matter what.
I have incessant fear. The scary thing is that I have not the faintest idea what I'm afraid of. It sucks my soul out of me. How can anyone not know what they're afraid of. It's just pathetic. It goes to show others how empty I actually am.
Bach Invention No. 1 in C. The piece I struggled for almost half a year. I never liked it because it was really hard for me. I was only a grade 2 when I played that. It's about grade 4/5. I hated it. I can't be bothered to practice it. I only play it for about 5 minutes everyday. Then I woke up. If I don't try, I will never improve. I'll be a grade 2 forever. I struggled my way out about 3 months of not practicing. In a week, I manage to learn how play it. It was really slow. To others, it's just a technique practice. That's precisely why I hate it. I have problems with controlling my wrist movements. But after that 6 months, Bach Invention 1 in C meant more than a mere technique practice piece to me. It's a reminder that I should never give up. It's hard, really hard. But if I never try, I'll never know how far I can push myself, I'll never improve, never move forward at all. Now that I can't play anything at all, and feel like leaving, I find myself once again trying Bach Invention 1 in C. It sounds mortifyingly horrible. Trust me, this wrist ligament problem detonated my built-up techniques and hard work all these years. It sucks to be reminded of it every time I touch a piano. It's okay though, at least now I'm facing it. Who knows, maybe I'd be able to control my wrists better and play better than before. Let's hope so. I hope so. I really do.
grew up in a small town,
and when the rain would fall down. i'd just stare out my window.
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I’m currently in BOWEN secondary school, in an awesome class 3e2/4e2
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