E,G,A.
Last night, I was E, G, A-ing … over and over again.
And now, my fingers hurt from too much strumming and desperately trying to produce the right sound.
And yes, I AM trying to learn the guitar.
Bob’s been patient teaching me, even at most times, I just push the guitar away and say, “I Quit!”.
It looks so easy when he’s doing it, yet when it’s my turn, I mess up over and over again. It takes me few seconds before I could switch to the next chords. Haha.
But then it’s not my first desperate attempt to “learn” the instrument. I remember, back 2004, Pan and I saw a guitar on sale at some mall in Baguio. Impulse buying as you call it, I got the guitar, had it tuned and went home to try to learn it by myself, of course, to no avail.
Pan tried to sleepover at my place so she could teach me. I remember, she tried to teach me “Huling El Bimbo,” and “Leaving on a Jetplane”, songs I could play WHEN she was around, but not when I’m alone, I don’t really know why.
Oh. She also taught me “More than Words,”. Haha.
It was a few weeks before my birthday, I had to leave Baguio and spend my special day with my relatives, and since I don’t know much about the guitar yet, I decided to just leave it at my room.
When I came back few days later, I saw my guitar in two-piece.
Broken.
Wayyyyyyyy Beyond repair.
I asked around and they told me, “nahipan ng hangin, kaya bumagsak,”
well of course, I was too smart to believe that, but to avoid further arguments, I just kept quiet and tried to forget about my barely two-week-relationship with my poor guitar.
Since then, I didn’t gEt to play the guitar and obviously, I have forgotten what I’ve learned about it as well. Haha.
4 years. :p
