days ago i spent eight fifty on a piece of rubber to mute my violin. they call that a violin mute. eight fifty for a piece of rubber. glad that you didnt see anticipation flushed off my face when i was presented with a fine piece of rubber. i was expecting something more brilliant you see. but it's indeed a fine piece of rubber. i can play day and night and midnight now. it's embarrassing to admit that my playing sound better muted.
to mute, it only meant bringing the volumn down by 60%, and the screechings from lousy technical control is also significantly reduced.

my voice might soon vanish from the lack of use. i cant even be bothered to complain. surprisingly my awful voice has been good enough for most of my sight singing classes. but my croaking finds it difficult to differentiate a flat from a natural or a natural from a sharp. it's impossible to sing notes a semi-tone apart without the help of the piano, seriously. WHY the hell must you know how to sing, i still dont get it.


since i've no habit of making resolutions, i will not make this year an exception. they're better kept secret, and so are feelings.