2 years ago?

hmm. macam... bored? cmanna bullieeh? haha. imma gonna share more pieces of memories. yes?

its.. got to do with teachers, again. summer of my 3rd year undergrad, i decided to stay in cairo. three of us. tapi balik lah.. one month, in aug. we did some classes back then. human resource class and music class. together with the gym. i wasnt happy at the beginning. brabis stress. antah napakah. kn maaraaah sja. kn mnyamal. and all that. even more stressful than these days, doing this PG. hmm. but yeah.. in the end, i went bo ho ho. siuk. rindu. happy. sedih, sedih to leave.

the music class, i chose violin. because... violin makes me think of "inspiration".. never fails to amaze me.. the sound of violin is alive.. it hits and goes deep into my heart. my "theory" teacher told me "its a good choice. violin is the best music instrument" - she could play a lot of other instruments, but she liked violin the best. learning music was super super (cool). bnar eh cool. but brabissss skali dlm dunia payahnya. yatah mbaginya ku btambah2 pressure. but the teacher told us.. "no worries, first time is always the hardest.." and i held on to that.

meanwhile, my "practical" teacher is mr saed. can u imagine how difficult it was, learning music in ARABIC? haha. arabic is already difficult, and music language in arabic? its even foreign-ER. but he said.. "arabic or not, music is a 'foreign', different language. like scientific terms. me too.. it was hard for me at first. and then i got used to the language.. so will you". when i first entered the class, he was teaching this one girl, who was accompanied by her.. sibling? kali. then he said to me.. 'now its your turn'. taught me how to HOLD violin... and streak ONE string... and repeat the ONE streak only... sounds easy? NO!! menggarut (menggesek:p) satu tali pun payah! and u bet, the two girls laughed. haha. poor me. tapi indaku marah. nervous sja. and then came Risha, another new student. zero experience in music. bought an expensive violin. together we learned. abis class, she offered me a lift home "u live in nasr? i can give u a lift. i live there too" how nice is that for a new friend? :) but i had to decline because i was going somewhere else. gym.

the next class, the teacher asked us to streak different strings, different notes. for example, "hit a LA" or hit a MI" emm "hit a RE"... and i did good. Risha made a few mistakes. think the teacher was quite impressed with me. said to Risha "how come she got that and u dont? she doesnt even know arabic as much as you do" - that hit me, somewhere deeply. i was the underdog. the underdoggest. and when an underdog works harder, they could get better results. its the same with us.. sometimes we feel so safe, so comfortable that we dont even bother to work harder. for that reason, we stay at our exact spot for a long long time. we move so slow. because we thought we know it all....

so anyway. i learned my first song. part of Coral. and i loved it. he told me not to be afraid when i play violin. he even wanted me to perform in the end of semester festival. how did he believe that much in me? haha. i'd be happy enough whenever he said "youre good!" -- "thats beautiful. youre good. youre a beast" and all that stuff... happy enough even when its hard for me to tell if he really meant it.

aah. memories :') not that vivid. didnt enjoy writing this as much as i did last night.. but its one sweet memory, nevertheless. never thought i could ever read music sheet. but sadly, aku lupa sudah. haha. need to re-take lagi ni barutah ku ingat smula... apatah lagi kan play my first song, lagitah ku nda ingat! syg eh.

hmm. memories.....