Subterfuge of an inspiration

Jlam has sorta, unofficially came up with his first piano solo, titled Op 1 (or actually, it's untitled). And I find myself always not being able to come up with anything. I'm always facing with the subterfuge of an inspiration. I always find myself spotting that door that reads : inspiration, open and pick me up, but always when I opens, all I am greated with is nothing but a false alarm. It bugs me, totally depresses me to even ponder on when will true inspiration strike me. And I have lots of crushed manuscript paper lying around...

My best attempt was a two page composition on paper-and-pen, which sounded quite decent (In my perspective), for a "first few tries". I have several bits and pieces of sounds, melodies in my head, but I don't know how to string them together. The crux of the problem lies not with not knowing how to do this and how not to do that, but how to come up with something that I myself will find pleasurable to listen. Nothing comes close. Maybe I have a fussy ear, but anyway. Somehow, it just occurs to me that I will stumble across some random inspiration soon.

It's been a long time since I opened my school bag at home, grabbed a pen and went on a frenzy. I found it totally disgusting, shocking that I lost half of my Vectors 3 tutorial (must have been blown away by the wind in school!!). I redid, till where I previously last stop. Did some chemistry and that was my late afternoon. Old habits die hard, and I was down by the scheduled 2pm by 2 hours. I started work at 4, ending at 6. (which is like a miserable 2 hours, over the entire weekend).

And I was not joking about the wind blowing my papers away.

I sit beside the window in class, and more often than not, I have natural wind, accompanied by an unnessecarily excess number of fans in the class blowing towards me. Fans are good, they make you feel lively lovely and cool on a hot afternoon, but on a windy morning, they do nothing but help to blow your tutorials away. It is not only once or twice, but almost everytime it isn't unwindy, I have to use my hands to keep my papers down if I don't want them flying out of the window or under the table. This is wind abuse!

Since I am complaining about all the small, nitty gritty details which real men shouldn't be complaining about. I will once again, start grinding at the new frontiers labelled "callow and stupid rants". First up, the toilets in school. We have auto-light sensors that detect people and turn lights on-off accordingly. However, these sensors are probably fitted at the entrance of the toilet to detect human beings. So what happens if you happened to be answering a 5 minute chat on your "nature's phone" at the deepest cubicle.

You get night time before you know it. The exhaust switches off, along with the lights.

Nothing worth complaining about, but I thought it deserves at least a mention.

I ain't a businessman, I don't do business in school for leisure, but sometimes. when it does happen, and the lights turn it's back on you, it gets quite frustrating. But of couse, everyone learns to deal with it. If everyone is cool with it, I'll be too.

(just to let people who haven't done business in school know).

Once again, I may have just ran out of things to say. School's gonna be great tommorow. 1 and a half hours break is something I will look forward to. Wee