Hello

pandas are lethal. They tempt you with their cute biscuit prints with a chocolatey center. As you swallow the deceptively harmless creatures, they attack you from the inside, going straight to your hips and thighs, refusing to relent to your efforts of flushing them out with regular exercise and healthy diet.

Music.

Where do I begin?

How would you define it? A combination of sounds, rhythms and silences? A plethora of vibrations set into a stream of systematic motion? As a noun described as 'an art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony, and colour' in dictionary.com? Or something that just sounds good? It's funny when you think about it. Because if that's the case, you can't really draw the fine line between music and noise. Noise, if you think hard enough, could also be defined the same way. Like Berlioz's critics first thought when he wrote his Symphonie Fantastique. Like an amateur cellist who couldn't play Haydn's concerto in C in tune.

It really isn't about playing the right notes in tune with impeccable technique or singing out a phrase with a profound sense of musicality. True music is done inside the heart of the performer. When the audience see where you are going at. When they have understood your intentions enough. Can music be called music if the performer's heart laid bare before the world turns out to be as black as a rotting concoction of human waste and cow's manure? It doesn't matter if the acoustic of the hall is horrible, or that your scores flew away like the feather in Forrest Gump, because at the end of the day, it is what happens inside that matters, and sometimes, elements of rhythm, melody, harmony and colour just don't cut it. That and of course lots of practice.

Having said that, practice today was.. much less than desirable. My playing seems to be taking the route of being temperamental. It's good on even days, bad on odd days. But if that's really the case, I should be rejoicing since I'm having lesson tomorrow.

Just my two cents before my brain implodes in heavy thoughts tonight.