It's nice and relaxing, I've just cancelled all my classes for the day. Lucky me, and lucky for 5th weeks. Not many people appreciate the 2 or 3 extra days in a month. I'm huddling under my bedcovers, simply because it's cold in the artificial yet powerful air-conditioning, to protect me from the sweltering heat outside.
I've practised too damn hard and too damn much in the past few days. I can feel a couple of ulcers threatening to erupt on the surface of my inner lip. My shoulders and arms bear the brunt of my hardwork. I wonder if it's true that professional musicians practise up to 6 hours a day. I was at my limit with just 3 hours yesterday. Thank you Pahud for being my motivation when I just wanted to stop.
Such a beautifully ironical path, this act of pursuing music is. Been thinking about the singing performance in front of the president a couple of weeks back. Can't seem to escape the tiny nuance of humiliation of my own interpretation. It's pushing me harder these few days so I'm not complaining too much. And I can see the little improvements I've made so I'm glad for all these blessings in disguises. How I wish these disguises would be less devilish, less heart breaking and less mind boggling.
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