I'm not born to be a musician but I love music. Nobody in the family is inclined to it, but I am spared of being one.
I can't really tell what influenced me on the field. I had an early exposure on music when I was still a kid. I was sent to a music school in our town years back.I've got to read the notes and keys on the music chart. The basic sounds of the lower "do" to the higher "do". One thing remarkable during those days is our maestro. He could play two instruments, specifically the trumpet with different tunes in one occasion. A skill which he mastered and had never been duplicated neither equalled up to this time.I had been a choir member in our school for quite some time, although I didn't have the voice.
I can play the guitar Again, nobody in the family knows how to play the instrument. It's the product of my patience and dedication through constant practice that turned things possible.It's one of my outlets for recreation. Perhaps, I can grab a guitar soon.
I draw. I'm fond of sketching anything under the sun.Plants and animals alike. Living and non-living things. Wherever my imagination would go, that's how far every stroke of my hand would go. This passion of mine is evident with a drawing culled out from a magazine dated in the eighties which I personally paint when I was still five or six years old.
I write. This passion has been cultivated over the years.I was once a staff of our school publication. I had attended several journalism seminars. The writer in me was awakened just recently when I was appointed as the agency's information officer. I never dreamed of such position considering I'm still a greenhorn in the office. But I guess it's time for me to scribble back.
The things that I love are not born. They're made. It's an endowed talent, to be honed and nurtured.
I can't really tell what influenced me on the field. I had an early exposure on music when I was still a kid. I was sent to a music school in our town years back.I've got to read the notes and keys on the music chart. The basic sounds of the lower "do" to the higher "do". One thing remarkable during those days is our maestro. He could play two instruments, specifically the trumpet with different tunes in one occasion. A skill which he mastered and had never been duplicated neither equalled up to this time.I had been a choir member in our school for quite some time, although I didn't have the voice.
I can play the guitar Again, nobody in the family knows how to play the instrument. It's the product of my patience and dedication through constant practice that turned things possible.It's one of my outlets for recreation. Perhaps, I can grab a guitar soon.
I draw. I'm fond of sketching anything under the sun.Plants and animals alike. Living and non-living things. Wherever my imagination would go, that's how far every stroke of my hand would go. This passion of mine is evident with a drawing culled out from a magazine dated in the eighties which I personally paint when I was still five or six years old.
I write. This passion has been cultivated over the years.I was once a staff of our school publication. I had attended several journalism seminars. The writer in me was awakened just recently when I was appointed as the agency's information officer. I never dreamed of such position considering I'm still a greenhorn in the office. But I guess it's time for me to scribble back.
The things that I love are not born. They're made. It's an endowed talent, to be honed and nurtured.
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