Piano and Rotan

i was forced to learn piano when i was four.

note the word forced. and boy, did i hate it.

imagine this: -

girl sitting with tears in her eyes in front of the piano. father with rotan (cane) in the hand. tears streaming down her face as she plays.

so the drama right? that was how much i loathed piano. i was only four, but hey, i found something to hate.

as the years went by, it became more like a norm. i found piano a mafan (troublesome) thing and went half-heartedly. i stopped in grade 5, when i shifted back to kl.

however, there are times that i wished i continued persuing the fine art. if you were to ask me to play a piece that i use to pratice like hell once upon a time, i cant anymore. i can barely read the notes man!

still, whenever i see a friend play the piano, nostalgia would strike and the image of my dad with the cane would bring a smile to my face. man, do i miss piano classes!