I love music. I love reading. I love to watch dramas. And I think I know why now. I love to bring out the emotions in the music, I love to follow the emotions of the writer and lastly I love to be carried away by the storyline of the show. All of them got me out of the reality. And I realise, I love to fantasize. Get carried away by my own thoughts. And I dream when I'm awake and when I'm sleeping. I once told my brother how much I love watching dramas, and he said maybe I can be a director and produce my own show in the future. But that's not what I want. My new love, reading, made me realise the root of my loves. To create. My own. To demonstrate my feelings and character. I brought out the character in my piano playing but in terms of violin and trombone, I need to work harder. I'm really happy. I realised that there are so many ways I can express myself. I used to be a crybaby. Because that's the only way I know to express myself. But things has changed. I have changed. So now, I must improve my english and read everything so that one day, I can write a well and polished story. And then, continue practicing hard!
This is me now. Oh yes, I'm happy!:D
PS I just finish reading A leap of love, it's nice. And my brother just went to Thailand for exchange for one whole week, I guess I can't be too dependant on him:(
