The Piano

I'm indeed a music lover...

I can play Rondalla (string instrument, smaller than guitar but has 16  strings).
I can play guitar...
I can play flute..
But what I wanted most to learn is to play Piano...

I was on my second grade and I was temporarilly living to my aunts that time. My cousin ( my aunt daughter ) has regular piano lessons. One morning, I tried to play the keys of the piano. My aunt and his hunsband (who is having breakfast that time) asked me if I wanted to have piano lesson. Due to my innocence, I answered them back that my mom is trying to teach me so I don't need one. They asked me "Are you sure?".. And I said yes... what I don't realize that time, that having an official lesson is much different from what my mom taught me, a simple Do Re Mi...


I always imagine myself, playing the piano.. i can play keys with such flawlessness, smooth, relaxing music..

When I was in higschool, my dad went abroad for a military mission. he paid extra that time. He promised me is a Piano... When he came back, it the promise was forgotten. They said they would use the money to buy a computer. I was 14 years old back then.

My 18th bday (debut) came, and they made me choose of what I want, a debut party, a piano or a computer...Simple.. they didn't buy a computer as what they promised.. So now, they are using my special priviledge one time (debut) to grant a wish... Ofcourse I chose the computer because it was much necessary for my studies... For school and home use of the family...


One time on my highschool year, my Values teacher asked us to present our talents in class... We were going to present in front, five students each day.


That was alphabetically so I had time to prepare. Everybody  in my class knew that I can play guitar and I can sing. They always see and hear me playing especially on our vacant periods... But this time I want a different one.


So what I did was to borrow an organ from Charmagne, a friend back then, and brought that to our home. I self-studied organ. I can still remember how happy I was when I putting the pieces together. How I closed my eyes while playing the piece.


When I presented the piece in my class, it turned out to be okay but not excellent. I was nervous. Although I delivered it okay. I felt ashamed. I am expected to be good. Although nobody said it was not good. still, nobody told me it was good.


After that, I never tried to play again. That was trying-hard...


I'm now 23 years of age turning 24 this year. i still longin' for the same frustration...

Whenever I saw someone on youtube playing piano's. I'm kinda envious not to the person but to the feeling of having the power to play the piano....


i was thinking, If I could have the time to learn piano... I have a daughter, and I have lots of responsibilitites to fulfill... Hope I could find time to learn and play The PIANO......