Rattling away on the keys

Some of you out there will know that I have a habit of humming incessantly, a habit that flourished particularly in high school during rather boring classes. Not enough for the teacher to notice, but definitely enough to annoy some of my friends. That has since extrapolated into playing random tunes on whatever instrument is available (yes, even Bonnie Blue Flag on the horn). Now it's playing on invisible pianos whenever I get the chance.

I really miss my piano now. I learned the piano all the way up to and barely passing Grade 8, but I definitely hated it more as the years went by. I was reluctant to go to lessons, and never practiced anything beyond the actual songs, and I told my mum that I would stop learning once I'd passed, because the drive wasn't there. It was way worse than practicing violin and clarinet; although I never actually practiced my clarinet, I could still master it fairly well during lessons and I was totally okay with the exercises, I was just kind of lazy about it.

The good thing was that passing Grade 8 coincided with my last year of school in Hong Kong, so it wasn't particularly difficult to go down the road and tell my teacher that I would no longer be studying with her after 10 years of doing so.

It is so much more fun now just sitting there and playing whatever I have on hand. Even the mushiest pop tunes were fun; my old music book contains stuff from Faith Hill to Il Divo to achy-breaky Cantopop. (I will still take an AK-47 to anyone who makes me play Miley Cyrus however.) I can forgo the TV if I could purchase a nice well-equipped keyboard. Alas for living in a studio where most of my wall space is already taken up.