I have a habit of zoning out whenever I put earphones on, so when the stand fan blows in front of me, I hear nothing but whooshes, so reminiscent of the beach; soft wet sand engulfing my curled toes, the salt on my skin, heady scents of saltwater and hot wind blending together…
But I’m not really a beach person so I settle for the fan on my earbuds.
So much has happened these past few months and I’ve tried writing about it but the 15 drafts proved how short my attention span is. But when else am I going to face the music?
The 14th General Election was held on the 9th of May. Surprising turnout when the opposition won, despite numerous attempts to prevent that. Tun Mahathir took his seat in parliament as the Prime Minister once again after 15 years of dormancy from Malaysian politics.
I had gotten into the habit of checking the news more frequently than before. The thirst to keep up with current events have led me to educate myself on its importance, and the influential power the media has. The results of this election wouldn’t have been as successful if it wasn’t for social media, news portals, opinion pieces, and the internet. So here comes the age of reformation. The unification of all Malaysians demanding for change and advocating citizen rights, all-encompassing, have led to us making history.
This time, the people have spoken.
Last weekend I spent my free time re-watching Nodame Cantabile. The Japanese live-action ‘dramedy’ follows the adventure of two music academy students in the world of classical music, along with tales of friendship, relationship and self-discovery. A stale relic, but one that has impacted my perception on classical music so much to this day. The analysis on each piece played is so human and romanticises the technical aspects that even if you aren’t a ‘technically-inclined’ person, you’re still able to appreciate it.
Growing up, I’d spent 4 years learning classical guitar. It was a time when music made sense to me. I never classified sound as complicated because every dynamic had a story behind it. Forte, forte. Mezzo forte. Pianissimo. Motives I understood but the child in me never realised how incredibly fitting it was. A stark contrast to present day where sound is analysed very differently.
Perhaps I had given up on classical music a tad too early, so I decided to brush up on my skills. Currently I’m relearning how to read music, getting my fingers all nice and calloused again, and soaking up everything about classical music since I’ve got quite a bit of free time.
I should probably add that I’d officially resigned on April 30th. It has been approximately two weeks since I’ve left my job and truth be told, It’s been both fun and boring. Though I haven’t really been at home since now I’m mostly going back and forth from the condo trying to make it semi-habitable. Also, Imran’s car got smashed by a tree branch during a particularly horrible thunder storm a couple of weeks ago so in the midst of all this, that is another thing we’re trying to settle.
Like I said, a lot of things have been happening but they are all good. Things are finally falling into place; painstakingly slow, but making sense. It’s currently Ramadan and I’m sitting at a café coffee-less, accompanied only by the whiff of Arabica and pitter patter of the evening rain.
May is almost ending and I’ve yet to apply for Uni. Maybe I should get on that soon. Another chapter of life awaits, and I’m totally excited for it. Expect another ratchpatch episode, I suppose!