1 month to go.
it's gettin awfully quiet around here. and quienscence is a begrduging concept. Hence i shall attempt to muse, despite my inherent sombre mood. (my a levels are about a month away).
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It has been 6 days since my prelims concluded;
but i guess it hasn't concluded in its entirety- the results will hardly cease to haunt me when they manifest themselves one by one. But thank goodness i'm a person who moves on. right.
Upon reaching home, i would always dash up the stairs to my room, pounce on the bed. (no, jessica simpson doesn't live under my sheets) And i'd always pass the shed. For muggles, "the shed" is where music people practise, it's kinda where the dried up blood and sweat are ostensibly evident. Anyway, i realised it's been 2-3 months since i last picked up my horn.
God i miss fingering through the keys, and singing through my instrument. Imgaine a poet who has had to go mute, a painter who is fettered blind or dancer who like, stopped being pretty. the travesty!
I miss the incandescence of performance. The moment on stage where you have to summon up the tenacity to deal with the focus of an audience, and in switch in time it, you could just let it all go OR make your presence on stage fleeting, in the best of manners. I wish i coul just sum it up in "a rush of adrenaline", but i guess that cheapens the fleeting adventure, if you will, of the arts.
Maybe John O'Farrell's intro to "Walking into the Wind" elucidates this most artfully.
"But of course you never do shatter the magic because for that precious hour or so the audience completely love you and that is why being on stage is the greatest job".
hmmm come to think of it, the audience doesn't love you all the time and being on stage might not be the greatest job in the world. but you get it, la.
Cant wait till all this is over so i can start monkeyin ard.
Lester
yea lady... my dreams are big.
p/s i was at Nokia's Customer Service Centre at Wheelock place to get my ol' 7610 fixed up at 4+ on sunday. Due to my impeccable timing, i had to queue up behind 30 people. Guess what- while i was moping the lost of my sunday afternoon (i'd prolly have to wait an hour or so) , this charming young woman waded through the crowd just to give me a better queue number. i thrashed up my 161 for the 133 she gave me and got called up straightaway.
wow. she chose me. hehe. *play forest gump theme.
lol she strutted towards me and i notice right away coz she was kinda hot, and then she held up the number and asked most daintily: "hey, do you want this."
heh heh yes... i want both. LOL jk.
angels do exist... i hope they make sure she chances upon this place.
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It has been 6 days since my prelims concluded;
but i guess it hasn't concluded in its entirety- the results will hardly cease to haunt me when they manifest themselves one by one. But thank goodness i'm a person who moves on. right.
Upon reaching home, i would always dash up the stairs to my room, pounce on the bed. (no, jessica simpson doesn't live under my sheets) And i'd always pass the shed. For muggles, "the shed" is where music people practise, it's kinda where the dried up blood and sweat are ostensibly evident. Anyway, i realised it's been 2-3 months since i last picked up my horn.
God i miss fingering through the keys, and singing through my instrument. Imgaine a poet who has had to go mute, a painter who is fettered blind or dancer who like, stopped being pretty. the travesty!
I miss the incandescence of performance. The moment on stage where you have to summon up the tenacity to deal with the focus of an audience, and in switch in time it, you could just let it all go OR make your presence on stage fleeting, in the best of manners. I wish i coul just sum it up in "a rush of adrenaline", but i guess that cheapens the fleeting adventure, if you will, of the arts.
Maybe John O'Farrell's intro to "Walking into the Wind" elucidates this most artfully.
"But of course you never do shatter the magic because for that precious hour or so the audience completely love you and that is why being on stage is the greatest job".
hmmm come to think of it, the audience doesn't love you all the time and being on stage might not be the greatest job in the world. but you get it, la.
Cant wait till all this is over so i can start monkeyin ard.
Lester
yea lady... my dreams are big.
p/s i was at Nokia's Customer Service Centre at Wheelock place to get my ol' 7610 fixed up at 4+ on sunday. Due to my impeccable timing, i had to queue up behind 30 people. Guess what- while i was moping the lost of my sunday afternoon (i'd prolly have to wait an hour or so) , this charming young woman waded through the crowd just to give me a better queue number. i thrashed up my 161 for the 133 she gave me and got called up straightaway.
wow. she chose me. hehe. *play forest gump theme.
lol she strutted towards me and i notice right away coz she was kinda hot, and then she held up the number and asked most daintily: "hey, do you want this."
heh heh yes... i want both. LOL jk.
angels do exist... i hope they make sure she chances upon this place.
