I'm broken in spirit and in strength. Wit's end, call it whatever you want. Beansprout Suite, another one such aspiration down the drain? Not so fast. A few more hours before I close shop. Will be drinking Milo to sustain myself.
I feel so apologetic for letting my loved ones down when they get around to reading this.
It's not a case of being 'hero' or anything. It's so silly - doing things last minute, just the way I've done over a 100 times before. But it's this other thought which is really frightening. Like the way Shawn put it, that he's here simply "to own Jon Shin".
Spirit battered, half the battle probably lost. Hopefully that's not how the other houses/faculties think, because if the only reason is as stated above, fuck the whole thing.
But I know it wouldn't, because some houses really want to do music. Another fatal mistake? Writing 'Esplanade' kind of music. Apparently 'RJC' music consists of hearing familiar tunes and happy sing-a-longs.
Yeah, sing along with my navel. It might be even more in tune.
Piano is coming into the house BEFORE her birthday, so it certainly would be nice to have it as part of the birthday pressie package. I love the new piano (secondhand)! And I'm sure we could both agree on that, with a huge array of pianos to test on, but the single-mould cast (or was it single-cast mould) did a great deal for the sound to vibrate. Such things cheer me up a little.
To sit at a distance and watch her play scales and chords,
to hear the sounds reverberate around the white-walled rooms,
to see my dad talking at the corner of my eye to the dealer,
to blink at the shiny lights reflecting off the polished pianos.
Come Friday evening, then I could let down my hair and crowd-surf all I want.
To jump into the crowd and hear them scream.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
This Week In Words.
I think I sang in my dreams. I remember singing loudly at one point, was some sort of gathering outside an old folks' home. Maybe my class? Couldn't see their faces.
Tech-run yesterday, was kinda disorganized because I was there in my impromptu fashion, saxophone haven't gotten his parts yet. So damn tired from the whole week! It's just editing and writing and editing, and Nigel insists I still have time to read History notes. Which I unfortunately don't have the luxury of, but I know I'll do well in RJC. Mygod, I've even started copying down notes!
Yesterday's History lesson was awkward but funny at the same time. Right imagine two adjacent classrooms, and two classes, backs to each other, both teachers trying to concentrate on their lesson. The partition in the centre couldn't be closed by our lanky security guard, so in the end he sort of left. Like, just walked off, never came back.
I was sitting at the back row (which meant that I, along with classmates in my row, were sitting closest to the other class) and it was tough, you know. Writing down notes and trying to listen to History teacher Miss Lim talk.
The other class was having Physics lesson. Which meant that in the midst of lesson (ahaha, in time and space!) I was hearing different stuff from different teachers. Got me confused so much that I thought I heard something like, "you'll lose marks for that." Apparently the Physics teacher on the other end said that, but I was busy taking down stuff.
I sounded so damn stupid, help me lord. "Mdm, what did you say about losing marks?"
"Huh? Losing marks? (over the din)"
"Yeah, losing marks. Doing what will make me lose marks?"
"What?"
"Wait, did you say something about losing marks?"
"No!? (looks at the other end) Maybe it's the other teacher?"
What a gaffe.
Speaking of nicer musical things both Samuel Cheah and I stayed back for an impromptu jam yesterday. Even better than the jam sessions I had with Nige and John Lee. As in, it was so complex! We were improvising jazz...I don't really know how to describe the experience. Sometimes we're just lost for words.
Later in the day, piano ensemble camp. [camp in the piano? (!)] And of course, YAP.
Tomorrow's eXDee rehearsal. Naice.
Tech-run yesterday, was kinda disorganized because I was there in my impromptu fashion, saxophone haven't gotten his parts yet. So damn tired from the whole week! It's just editing and writing and editing, and Nigel insists I still have time to read History notes. Which I unfortunately don't have the luxury of, but I know I'll do well in RJC. Mygod, I've even started copying down notes!
Yesterday's History lesson was awkward but funny at the same time. Right imagine two adjacent classrooms, and two classes, backs to each other, both teachers trying to concentrate on their lesson. The partition in the centre couldn't be closed by our lanky security guard, so in the end he sort of left. Like, just walked off, never came back.
I was sitting at the back row (which meant that I, along with classmates in my row, were sitting closest to the other class) and it was tough, you know. Writing down notes and trying to listen to History teacher Miss Lim talk.
The other class was having Physics lesson. Which meant that in the midst of lesson (ahaha, in time and space!) I was hearing different stuff from different teachers. Got me confused so much that I thought I heard something like, "you'll lose marks for that." Apparently the Physics teacher on the other end said that, but I was busy taking down stuff.
I sounded so damn stupid, help me lord. "Mdm, what did you say about losing marks?"
"Huh? Losing marks? (over the din)"
"Yeah, losing marks. Doing what will make me lose marks?"
"What?"
"Wait, did you say something about losing marks?"
"No!? (looks at the other end) Maybe it's the other teacher?"
What a gaffe.
Speaking of nicer musical things both Samuel Cheah and I stayed back for an impromptu jam yesterday. Even better than the jam sessions I had with Nige and John Lee. As in, it was so complex! We were improvising jazz...I don't really know how to describe the experience. Sometimes we're just lost for words.
Later in the day, piano ensemble camp. [camp in the piano? (!)] And of course, YAP.
Tomorrow's eXDee rehearsal. Naice.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
FInally.
A blogpost. Finally. A blogpost. And the first movement score to the Beansprout Suite. The rest are going to be easy, because they're already waiting to be written down, but this first movement was painstakenly composed in the whim, at canteens, in buses, at the back of class, in the toilet, by my bed, in my sleep. All of these but at the piano.
Just came back from Jurong Point where she helped me for my Chinese (the horror!) 4-character phrases, and then I was given tingxie. Out of several I didn't get 4. several being more than 10, which means I obviously pass. Quite a huge difference compared to 21/150 for the mock test. Kudos to her.
Have been enjoying JC life, with my NUS side going not so hot now, and I think I'm balancing both of them well.
And...2 hours later. I'm back, having done some re-editing. Yet to have showered, but glad I'm done. With the first movement. Second movement and third would be easy, but 4 is another huge one.
Premiere of the Beansprout Suite would be next Friday, at the RJC MusicFeste. 6pm. OMG freaking nervous. Fatty Lady (aka Dad's girlfriend) came to my house again today, and switched off the main power to the TV and the Starhub Cable Machine. I'm warning you, don't touch my stuff or the next thing you see is my foot up your ass, if I can find it beneath all the fats. Amen, I didn't mean to say that.
Err...Valentine's Day was as memorable as it could get, so that settles it, stop asking. Couple of fun classmates around, Dillon and Steph! Erika, Wai Teng, Jonathan Lee, Andrea, Natalie, Becca. Wah, fun man. Am enjoying every single subject now, including Chinese. A renewed interest in it after finding out that there's HOPE.
Why, hope for Jonathan Shin! Now that's something special. But 3/4 of the work has to be done by myself.
Shanghai has written some lyrics, off to set some music to it. Then Chinese journal. All at this earthly hour of 11.25pm. Why not? There's something called Milo.
Just came back from Jurong Point where she helped me for my Chinese (the horror!) 4-character phrases, and then I was given tingxie. Out of several I didn't get 4. several being more than 10, which means I obviously pass. Quite a huge difference compared to 21/150 for the mock test. Kudos to her.
Have been enjoying JC life, with my NUS side going not so hot now, and I think I'm balancing both of them well.
And...2 hours later. I'm back, having done some re-editing. Yet to have showered, but glad I'm done. With the first movement. Second movement and third would be easy, but 4 is another huge one.
Premiere of the Beansprout Suite would be next Friday, at the RJC MusicFeste. 6pm. OMG freaking nervous. Fatty Lady (aka Dad's girlfriend) came to my house again today, and switched off the main power to the TV and the Starhub Cable Machine. I'm warning you, don't touch my stuff or the next thing you see is my foot up your ass, if I can find it beneath all the fats. Amen, I didn't mean to say that.
Err...Valentine's Day was as memorable as it could get, so that settles it, stop asking. Couple of fun classmates around, Dillon and Steph! Erika, Wai Teng, Jonathan Lee, Andrea, Natalie, Becca. Wah, fun man. Am enjoying every single subject now, including Chinese. A renewed interest in it after finding out that there's HOPE.
Why, hope for Jonathan Shin! Now that's something special. But 3/4 of the work has to be done by myself.
Shanghai has written some lyrics, off to set some music to it. Then Chinese journal. All at this earthly hour of 11.25pm. Why not? There's something called Milo.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
In the dark
A blog post typed out in the dark.
Why, I might ask.
Then you would reply that you rather be picking/peeking your way at the keyboard than let the neighbours opposite catch you WITHOUT YOUR CLOTHES ON.
Of course your boxers are on, reason for this state is because the weather in Singapore is just too hot for anyone to practise properly without sweating. OK maybe you people practise in an air-conditioned room, or have a fan facing you directly, but I'm not that rich to be granted any of these privileges.
On a more encouraging note we went to check out some of the pianos at Yamaha Plaza Singapura last week to see which upright piano I should get. (the painful irony between paragraphs). We decided on the YM5! Or at least we short-listed it and it turned out to be my final decision.
Exam-model (in case I teach anyone), and above-average quality. Ok, good quality.
I'm getting a second-hand YM5 though, going to view it this Saturday morning at some house in Seng Kang. Second-hands are what I'm looking for anyway, I want the sound to be 'old', but hopefully the depth wouldn't be compromised. (Yes, I know, grand piano depths can't be compared with uprights)
Bought myself a pink file to put ALL my composition things in, and I realised it's so handy because I can now compose ANYWHERE, now that I have a hard board to place it on, and I can put my pencilbox inside it anyway. It's not really a 'file', it's actually more like a box. A rectangular box. Ah! Like those used to contain mah-jong tiles.
I'm constantly reminded that being able to compose without the keyboard is a gift. But well, the journey to attaining that skill was long - I started composing without the keyboard at around 11, but whenever it went to the piano it sounded utterly like shit.
But now, friends, IMPROVISING on the keyboard without the keyboard is a SKILL.
Hallelujah.
Have absolutely no idea what to call the up-and-coming work, but the recent days have been fun, fun, fun, although my sickness has cause for worry. As I have mentioned before, I've never been that pro-active in house activities, but the enthusiasm of other Morrisonians surprises me too. Great job guys.
REALLY LOOKING FORWARD TO SATURDAY.
It's the day where I'll go check out the upright piano.
The day where I'll go for YA lesson at 11am.
The day where my Jazz Improvisation book is due.
The day where they put Saturday on in the calender.
haha loser! (sniggers)
Why, I might ask.
Then you would reply that you rather be picking/peeking your way at the keyboard than let the neighbours opposite catch you WITHOUT YOUR CLOTHES ON.
Of course your boxers are on, reason for this state is because the weather in Singapore is just too hot for anyone to practise properly without sweating. OK maybe you people practise in an air-conditioned room, or have a fan facing you directly, but I'm not that rich to be granted any of these privileges.
On a more encouraging note we went to check out some of the pianos at Yamaha Plaza Singapura last week to see which upright piano I should get. (the painful irony between paragraphs). We decided on the YM5! Or at least we short-listed it and it turned out to be my final decision.
Exam-model (in case I teach anyone), and above-average quality. Ok, good quality.
I'm getting a second-hand YM5 though, going to view it this Saturday morning at some house in Seng Kang. Second-hands are what I'm looking for anyway, I want the sound to be 'old', but hopefully the depth wouldn't be compromised. (Yes, I know, grand piano depths can't be compared with uprights)
Bought myself a pink file to put ALL my composition things in, and I realised it's so handy because I can now compose ANYWHERE, now that I have a hard board to place it on, and I can put my pencilbox inside it anyway. It's not really a 'file', it's actually more like a box. A rectangular box. Ah! Like those used to contain mah-jong tiles.
I'm constantly reminded that being able to compose without the keyboard is a gift. But well, the journey to attaining that skill was long - I started composing without the keyboard at around 11, but whenever it went to the piano it sounded utterly like shit.
But now, friends, IMPROVISING on the keyboard without the keyboard is a SKILL.
Hallelujah.
Have absolutely no idea what to call the up-and-coming work, but the recent days have been fun, fun, fun, although my sickness has cause for worry. As I have mentioned before, I've never been that pro-active in house activities, but the enthusiasm of other Morrisonians surprises me too. Great job guys.
REALLY LOOKING FORWARD TO SATURDAY.
It's the day where I'll go check out the upright piano.
The day where I'll go for YA lesson at 11am.
The day where my Jazz Improvisation book is due.
The day where they put Saturday on in the calender.
haha loser! (sniggers)
Monday, February 9, 2009
Morrison-Richardson Music Fest
Another busy-looking week ahead. I'm surprised Morrison-Richardson managed to convince me to work so hard for them, but whenever musical matters come into view, I'll be there to do the best I can. And since I can, I will.
So here I am, busy drafting out a 4-movement Suite which would probably be one of the more outstanding works I've ever written. Weird right, doing composition just for kicks. Isn't that how famous composers become famous? Just writing for the sake of self-entertainment and 'expression'. Expressione. With a cup of teh and a pencil in hand, nothing could possibly go wrong, for every wrong note is an improvisation.
Nigel Chua is in my class, and JL also. Presented MadLibs to the class, probably made some people feel worse after seeing that I'm in their class (my quirky-ness has gone way out of hand these days, musical creativity oozes out when I'm in my quirkiest.) The hell's kind of excuse.
Had my worst lesson ever with Dr Hecht, so much so that the lesson was only 20 minutes long. This is what happens when you don't practice. However, this week will be different! Promise all of you guys. And then I can relax on Saturday.
Hopefully I can get this project done by Wednesday, and then maybe Morrison-Richardson has someone who knows how to engrave the music (I'm not doing that) and send the scores out to everyone. Rehearsals will be short, but definitely has to be effective, or else we will die.
I really want to see us win this one. And I'm relieved to hear that Austin can play horn. Need an instrument of that range currently...
So here I am, busy drafting out a 4-movement Suite which would probably be one of the more outstanding works I've ever written. Weird right, doing composition just for kicks. Isn't that how famous composers become famous? Just writing for the sake of self-entertainment and 'expression'. Expressione. With a cup of teh and a pencil in hand, nothing could possibly go wrong, for every wrong note is an improvisation.
Nigel Chua is in my class, and JL also. Presented MadLibs to the class, probably made some people feel worse after seeing that I'm in their class (my quirky-ness has gone way out of hand these days, musical creativity oozes out when I'm in my quirkiest.) The hell's kind of excuse.
Had my worst lesson ever with Dr Hecht, so much so that the lesson was only 20 minutes long. This is what happens when you don't practice. However, this week will be different! Promise all of you guys. And then I can relax on Saturday.
Hopefully I can get this project done by Wednesday, and then maybe Morrison-Richardson has someone who knows how to engrave the music (I'm not doing that) and send the scores out to everyone. Rehearsals will be short, but definitely has to be effective, or else we will die.
I really want to see us win this one. And I'm relieved to hear that Austin can play horn. Need an instrument of that range currently...
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Chi-ca-bang-bang, chi-ca-bang-bang
Open the door, rush to the toilet, pee, sigh.
Switch on the computer, read the emails coming through, sigh.
Think about some compositions and projects, sigh.
Realize my house has been intruded by my dad's 'girlfriend' and her daughter, scream.
I feel good and comfortable with my OG, and the organization by the J2s has been great thus far, really appreciate their effort put in. The only part that I never really enjoyed was the dance part. I can't dance for nuts, but I swear I can do waltz :) Really! Not kidding.
So I got back home (after Sin Teck fetched me back, thanks lots), looked at what's on top of the printer, and then start laughing. Not a genuine laughter, like some laughter that has sorta sealed my fate.
A floorplan of their house in Shanghai. Great, Jonathan Shin you're so damn soon going to be alone so you better start cleaning up on your cooking and your house management. Ok maybe not but I'm expecting myself to be carrying up almost all of the burdens soon enough. No more dad-fetching-you-to-school-in-the-morning assumptions, then again no more waking up to Dad calling you a cheebye because you cooked breakfast too early when he assumed you had no school today. :)
It's like, ok miscommunication, but isn't it not surprising that even if he heard wrongly it would still be my fault? Because he's the sole breadwinner and money-earner of the family. It's this alpha-male thing, and when clashes come, there's only one winner. Think harder, and maybe you could see through it.
Ok but nothing held against him, it's only normal (seriously, I'm not being sarcastic, it's just the way things work).
New ideas for composition coming along during the OG race around Singapore, I'm planning to continue on Sonatina. Much confident now after hearing a breath of fresh Prokofiev on Monday's studio class. Again I'm in doubt on whether it's possible to do composition without a composition teacher. Maybe it is, but then there definitely would be more things that one would try to confirm with, let's say, yeap, should I use this motive again? Will it sound fresh?
So damn mentally and physically tired yesterday.
After studio class (which ended at 9.15pm) I managed to catch a ride from ZAD's dad, reaching home at around 9.45pm. Same old shit haunting me, returning to an empty house, stuffy, lifeless. My grand piano is still there though.
Click some lights on, get the hot water running. Meanwhile I turn to cooking my dinner (for the first time with rice). Throw in some Japanese seaweed chicken, salad with thousand-island dressings, and steamed eggs.
First of all, it tasted REALLY good. Maybe it was because I cooked it myself, so there's this bias hanging around. Shortly after the chicken entered my stomach (Yeah I took out the feathers already. In bits lah!), that mayday-mayday-stomachache-coming-in-a-while alarm started ringing. Obviously wasn't cooked well enough, tsk.
With the whole thing done, I downed my first Yakult, talking with much discomfort on the phone. My second before I slept. Great that I didn't have any diarrhea.
Ok point is, I will be looking forward to more of these days. (sulks) Should stop complaining, because there are much brighter things in life to look forward to. Not this week, but well, at least next week. Or I hope this week.
Be satisfied with what you have. I'm glad, and I really want to thank someone for helping me reach the point where I can cook my own first dinner (with rice), albeit with a little stomachache.
Oh yeah, on a John Lennon listening spree now, hope you'll like the song I posted.
Switch on the computer, read the emails coming through, sigh.
Think about some compositions and projects, sigh.
Realize my house has been intruded by my dad's 'girlfriend' and her daughter, scream.
I feel good and comfortable with my OG, and the organization by the J2s has been great thus far, really appreciate their effort put in. The only part that I never really enjoyed was the dance part. I can't dance for nuts, but I swear I can do waltz :) Really! Not kidding.
So I got back home (after Sin Teck fetched me back, thanks lots), looked at what's on top of the printer, and then start laughing. Not a genuine laughter, like some laughter that has sorta sealed my fate.
A floorplan of their house in Shanghai. Great, Jonathan Shin you're so damn soon going to be alone so you better start cleaning up on your cooking and your house management. Ok maybe not but I'm expecting myself to be carrying up almost all of the burdens soon enough. No more dad-fetching-you-to-school-in-the-morning assumptions, then again no more waking up to Dad calling you a cheebye because you cooked breakfast too early when he assumed you had no school today. :)
It's like, ok miscommunication, but isn't it not surprising that even if he heard wrongly it would still be my fault? Because he's the sole breadwinner and money-earner of the family. It's this alpha-male thing, and when clashes come, there's only one winner. Think harder, and maybe you could see through it.
Ok but nothing held against him, it's only normal (seriously, I'm not being sarcastic, it's just the way things work).
New ideas for composition coming along during the OG race around Singapore, I'm planning to continue on Sonatina. Much confident now after hearing a breath of fresh Prokofiev on Monday's studio class. Again I'm in doubt on whether it's possible to do composition without a composition teacher. Maybe it is, but then there definitely would be more things that one would try to confirm with, let's say, yeap, should I use this motive again? Will it sound fresh?
So damn mentally and physically tired yesterday.
After studio class (which ended at 9.15pm) I managed to catch a ride from ZAD's dad, reaching home at around 9.45pm. Same old shit haunting me, returning to an empty house, stuffy, lifeless. My grand piano is still there though.
Click some lights on, get the hot water running. Meanwhile I turn to cooking my dinner (for the first time with rice). Throw in some Japanese seaweed chicken, salad with thousand-island dressings, and steamed eggs.
First of all, it tasted REALLY good. Maybe it was because I cooked it myself, so there's this bias hanging around. Shortly after the chicken entered my stomach (Yeah I took out the feathers already. In bits lah!), that mayday-mayday-stomachache-coming-in-a-while alarm started ringing. Obviously wasn't cooked well enough, tsk.
With the whole thing done, I downed my first Yakult, talking with much discomfort on the phone. My second before I slept. Great that I didn't have any diarrhea.
Ok point is, I will be looking forward to more of these days. (sulks) Should stop complaining, because there are much brighter things in life to look forward to. Not this week, but well, at least next week. Or I hope this week.
Be satisfied with what you have. I'm glad, and I really want to thank someone for helping me reach the point where I can cook my own first dinner (with rice), albeit with a little stomachache.
Oh yeah, on a John Lennon listening spree now, hope you'll like the song I posted.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Chinese New Year celebrations
Ok after a long hiatus I've decided to be back in business. It feels like a month since I last updated on Tuesday. Anyway huge family gathering yesterday at my house, let's talk about that first.
Had my usual Saturday theory class at 11, with Zhang Aidi finally making her appearance for the semester. In life there has got to be a time when you make a career-decisive decision, and I am guessing this would be it for her. Just guessing...but aiyah you still have to make your decisions at the end of the day.
After class I got back home, and then I met her at BPP (coincedentally finishing her lesson at Keat Hong around 1) where we shopped for finger foods, packet drinks, and snacks. Dabao-ed, got back home, showered, shelled the peanuts, done.
Then the first few guests start trickling in, my grandma, fifth and third aunt, my late second uncle's wife and daughter. Then I did some introductions. Cough.
We sat around waiting for them to come, and by 6 there were more than 20 people in the house. More introductions on my part, but approval from them later in the evening. Anyway whatever the food came soon enough, fried rice, curry (yum), finger foods. And then there was the laoyusheng part.
Basketball and soccer, apparently I've learnt some more fanciful skills in soccer, and I don't think it has turned rusty after a few weeks of not playing. Felt grateful though when I was still invited to play soccer with the YO guys yesterday evening. Thanks Adriel.
Dr Hecht, Miss Tan and ST came later in the evening, and we talked till around 12am. Apparently the auditions at YST have an extra component of self-study! Which basically means they give you half an hour to study a page of music, and following that you're supposed to play the piece. Nice, hopefully I get around to trying it someday.
Split decision between having to do a Fantasy or a Theme and Variations on this Db major melody I recently came up with.
Next week would be orientation week. I already have had a bad impression of RGS girls (hopefully it's a reciprocal feeling, I don't want to feel guilty for the next few days) but I think it would change as I get to know more people. I know people who want to have clean sheet when they enter their new junior colleges, but I guess it would be close to impossible for me.
And besides, if I haven't already mentioned, my only major CCA in RJC would be Piano Ensemble, because Jazz clashes with my piano major lesson. Will have to make do with it then. Glad I have finally played through Ravel Sonatine 3rd movement, so for this week's lesson I would have to bring it up to performance tempo, and have it memorised.
And get another composition done.
Recently I've also gotten hooked on some of Lennon's songs, which I would promptly post once I get the Internet hooked up again in the study room. (The part-time maid [seriously, not my dad] who would come around every Sunday is cleaning up that room so I can't use it yet.)
Had my usual Saturday theory class at 11, with Zhang Aidi finally making her appearance for the semester. In life there has got to be a time when you make a career-decisive decision, and I am guessing this would be it for her. Just guessing...but aiyah you still have to make your decisions at the end of the day.
After class I got back home, and then I met her at BPP (coincedentally finishing her lesson at Keat Hong around 1) where we shopped for finger foods, packet drinks, and snacks. Dabao-ed, got back home, showered, shelled the peanuts, done.
Then the first few guests start trickling in, my grandma, fifth and third aunt, my late second uncle's wife and daughter. Then I did some introductions. Cough.
We sat around waiting for them to come, and by 6 there were more than 20 people in the house. More introductions on my part, but approval from them later in the evening. Anyway whatever the food came soon enough, fried rice, curry (yum), finger foods. And then there was the laoyusheng part.
Basketball and soccer, apparently I've learnt some more fanciful skills in soccer, and I don't think it has turned rusty after a few weeks of not playing. Felt grateful though when I was still invited to play soccer with the YO guys yesterday evening. Thanks Adriel.
Dr Hecht, Miss Tan and ST came later in the evening, and we talked till around 12am. Apparently the auditions at YST have an extra component of self-study! Which basically means they give you half an hour to study a page of music, and following that you're supposed to play the piece. Nice, hopefully I get around to trying it someday.
Split decision between having to do a Fantasy or a Theme and Variations on this Db major melody I recently came up with.
Next week would be orientation week. I already have had a bad impression of RGS girls (hopefully it's a reciprocal feeling, I don't want to feel guilty for the next few days) but I think it would change as I get to know more people. I know people who want to have clean sheet when they enter their new junior colleges, but I guess it would be close to impossible for me.
And besides, if I haven't already mentioned, my only major CCA in RJC would be Piano Ensemble, because Jazz clashes with my piano major lesson. Will have to make do with it then. Glad I have finally played through Ravel Sonatine 3rd movement, so for this week's lesson I would have to bring it up to performance tempo, and have it memorised.
And get another composition done.
Recently I've also gotten hooked on some of Lennon's songs, which I would promptly post once I get the Internet hooked up again in the study room. (The part-time maid [seriously, not my dad] who would come around every Sunday is cleaning up that room so I can't use it yet.)
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