i lost myself.

back in school on a friday holiday with fever + flu.
now is like 11.25am.
located myself near the piano.
it was sweet enough to start my day with beautiful pieces played by someone i dont know but a pro.
the music lingers around taking my mood on and off.
my fever head do seems much lighter.
i wish bf would like call me now so i can let him hear the marvellous live music.
i felt like making my way to the person playing piano and get myself seated beside being the audience and watched the finger runs along the black white keys.


i always wanted to play the piano or guzhen since young.
but mum would tell me, girl should learn dance. more elegant when you move.
in fact she likes those chinese cultural dance.
and i remember i ended up enrolling for the dance.
more then once i told her i wanna quit.
brother was more lucky, he got to choose. he chose to learn violin.
and violin is somthing we could afford rather then buying a piano.
i was always told to learn this or that, its for my own good.
this good that good. this bad that bad. listen to them wont do me any harm.
what bout my dislike? who would listen?
even till now. i still have to choose between what i dream of and the one i cares.
the number of dream just adding on the checklist and will never fulfill.


in life, how many choices does one have?

stray: there's only two and you choose one.