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physical musical distractions will be gone finally in a few days' time. i've had my fair share of problems with teachers personally. things fortunately go a full circle at times, which i'm very grateful for because, at least its not too late to make amends even after regretting the actions or lack thereof towards some particular teachers. before trying to put up a decent c minor beethoven recital again for the last time, there's a person who i'll try to do my best for. she's made me wake up from thinking that i'm a total goner at the piano; the countless repeated passages in the music room, the countless singing out of parts from her heart, and the teachings as well as forgivings. i'm not gonna dedicate any recitals to this teacher as it won't do her any justice (haha..), but i'll try my best. had the chance to meet up with fats and yi a couple of evenings ago. and foong, greg and ip for lunch yesterday. i had seniors saying acj and acsi will just be a street apart when i was about to leave the acj experience for an ib one, of course before actually changing my mind at the last minute. physically yes, but the street did take much away which couldn't be replaced. at all. oh well. time's flying as fast as andy roddick's first serves or micah richards' pace. i'm gonna stop listening to boston brass jazz and the charming walking bass, with the semi-emo semi-cantabile random muted trumpet/horn melodies. it makes you terribly lazy. haha. listening to: the bostoners' autumn leaves and put it right here performed 21:24 ©
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