“Once upon a time there is this young man who would then spend time at National Bookstore looking for piano pieces, the only problem with this young man is that his brain was never wired to play the piano when he as still a younger man.”

And that young man is me and hello, I’m the frustrated pianist.

Little do people know that I wanted to play the piano ever since time in memorial. The only thing I know to play is the vocals of Do-Re-Mi which I learned from my grade school music classes. For the past years I have been forcing myself to self-learn how to play that piano and up to now, I haven’t memorized a piece nor do I know how to coordinate my hands.

Maybe this is one of the things that I must (re)start before turning 21 about almost a year from now. Hopefully the second semester will give me time to study this.