enough…

    So okay, I know this is a late post but i just felt i had to write it down or something. I don’t know why I just suddenly decide on writing an entry. Weird habit, eh?

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    As you all know (let’s pretend this isn’t a private blog, okay?) I played piano for our school program last Valentine’s Day. I had two performances (hell, if our teacher didn’t cut other numbers you’d see me four times on the stage).

    The first one was with Ericah. That peice was sort of crammed… We only had like a moment’s worth of practice (and obviously, it’s not that much). We did a medley-ish version of A Thousand Miles and White Houses both by Vanessa Carlton. I played A Thousand Miles while she did White Houses. Ericah did great. And to think she just recovered from fever. Even if we lacked practice, we pulled it off. The audience didn’t know how they were supposed to really sound like anyway.

      The second one was with Notions (Anshe, Arcy, Jara and Paolo Miguel). We played Boston by Augustana. I sort of messed up on the last part, but pulled it off as well. Right after Boston, they played a part from Define by Hilera and Torete by Moonstar88. They were great.

    When I went home, I didn’t touch the keyboard. I didn’t use it the day after that, and the day after that. I still haven’t used it until now. I feel like I’ve played enough to last me about two years. It’s not like I’m tired. It’s not because I was traumatized by playing in front of a crowd (I didn’t even flinch). I just don’t feel like it. I have this weird feeling that I’m starting to forget all the new peices I just learned (BAD), but I don’t want to practice either. Bottom point, TINATAMAD AKO.

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    I passed PLM. yay

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     Soon enough, we’ll be fitting our togas for graduation (SAD). It’s our final exams next week. After that, we’re going to pratice for graduation. I just can’t believe it.

    This afternoon, we had a meeting with Sr. Yoly for the yearbook. We passed by the kindergarten section of the school and I saw my Kinder garten teacher, Ms. Cruz. I felt really bad and it’s like the fact that we’re leaving dropped on me like huge boulder. It was like last thing you knew you were crying your lungs out because you didn’t want your mom to go away while you have classes, the next thing you know you’re reviewing for you final exams. 

    The idea makes my stomach lurch. X_X

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    I’m so confused. Nothing serious. Just confused.