was packing up my extremely messy room (due to ns) and as usual, dug up some artifacts from the past.

found the diary. pink in colour. i forgot its existence. read what she used to say, read what i used to say. the discrepancy in maturity was amazing. i was so naive and retarded and stupid. she was so mature. the diary ended with a plea. i wonder what would happen if a different choice was made then.

which brings us to the not-so-distant-past.


life is full of what-ifs. what if i did this? what if you did that? what if. we shouldn't wallow in self pity, but look forward, ahead to the immediate future that has been planned out by your current choices. although it is inevitable that memories occasionally surface.

anyway, learned a lot from Training Wing. My fellow trainee saxophonists taught me so much more about concept, knowledge and mastery of the instrument. after two years of playing with mostly crap saxophonists (there are good ones, just those few), finally met players that i respect.

shows that good players from '92 batch aren't extinct.



performance tomorrow.